#take a drabble fueled by my refusal to accept that hyp is just. chilling with Zagreus

[threadboundgold]

Hypnos who has perfected that good old fashioned poker face, except no one notices because he wears a smile instead of a blank expression. Who lies as easy as breathing, because that’s the nature of dreaming. Who calls Zagreus ‘friend’ even as he watches how the godling usurps his place in the family.

Hypnos who keeps Zagreus awake most days-or-nights, refusing him the comfort of his domain. The one thing that Zagreus can’t take from him, the god of blood seeming to leech into every crack that’s left unguarded. His bright red ichor staining everything he touches. Hypnos who is losing- who has lost everything that mattered to him, to a godling who barely grasps the true intricacies of the underworld.

Hypnos who sees the nectar his “little brother” offers, and wants to throw the bottle in his face.

But he’ll take the bribe anyways.

No sense in wasting a good drink.