[You know it's bad when Hypnos is having trouble getting to sleep-- and when he's finally able to give in to his own nature, it's not a restful one. Dreams have always been flighty things, not fully in his control-- he can influence them, but it takes focus. Focus he doesn't have when he's been so viscerally reminded of his terrifying encounter with the King of the Gods' fury.
In his dream he's fleeing from Mount Olympus, already exhausted from having kept Zeus asleep against his will for so long, zipping down the mountainside as fast as he can manage. Lightning bolts crash down around him, so close he can practically taste the ozone. He opens his mouth to call for help-- for Mom, Than, anyone, but he can't even hear himself over the thunder. How could they possibly hear him?
A hand shakes him awake, gently but firmly. He jolts out of the dream with a gasp, confused as to where and when he is for a bleary moment. His hand flies up to the wingless side of his head, expecting something that isn't there.] Wha-- Seteth?
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In his dream he's fleeing from Mount Olympus, already exhausted from having kept Zeus asleep against his will for so long, zipping down the mountainside as fast as he can manage. Lightning bolts crash down around him, so close he can practically taste the ozone. He opens his mouth to call for help-- for Mom, Than, anyone, but he can't even hear himself over the thunder. How could they possibly hear him?
A hand shakes him awake, gently but firmly. He jolts out of the dream with a gasp, confused as to where and when he is for a bleary moment. His hand flies up to the wingless side of his head, expecting something that isn't there.] Wha-- Seteth?