@mageiia asked: it's only been a few weeks , really , since she was forcibly put to rest with abilities far more than her caffeine and anxiety concoction that had kept her awake . she's spent time carefully navigating some light research that would , hopefully , in no way , signal or connect to her father . she finds some information easily — family structure , roles in well known tales , popular symbols , some shared with his twin — but nothing that really digs into what he would be like , personality wise . and that is what intrigues her .
so , naturally , she does what any curious person would do — she repeats the steps necessary to get his attention . and that is how she winds up staying awake for 3 days straight , with a combination of parties , caffeine , and baking to keep herself busy and avoiding rest .
unprompted ask | Always Accepting
It was usually a bad idea to draw a god's attention through negative means - even Hypnos who wasn't renowned for a short temper. Fortunately for the child of Hermes, his vendetta against her father put her in a good position. Hermes had perfected each strategy to avoid sleep known to both man and god, and there was little hope of him succumbing, but his immortal child? Now that was a good way to send a message.
That he was the only exception.
So a great amber eye peered in at her from her window as she stared at that damn bright screen. That somehow also worked as a strategy, but it did strain the eyes and oh boy could he exploit that now that he'd been drawn here by exasperated dreams fed up of waiting for her. He'd dismissed them and decided to act on this himself. To nip this all in the bud before it became a problem. He didn't want to have to make a sepeate to-do list!
The moment that she next took a long blink to clear her eyes, he grabbed hold of her aura and yanked her into unconsciousness before she could react. Really it was overkill but he was used to her speedy winged herald of a father.
Now she stood on a grassy field that faded off into white mist in every direction. The Heralds' Plain. The place the gods liked to pass on their most direct messages to followers. Once it had looked more lavish, but it had been disused for a while with more and more messages sent via dreams and abstract thoughts.
Hypnos drifted out of the mist, looking completely alert and awake despite his blanket cloak. Here there was no feeling of sleepiness, there was no need.
"I checked how old you were, and wow for your age you sure seem to act like a new worshipper with how you're pressing all my buttons. It's like you want to go to Hades' court! You've found the fast track! Buuut that's a lot of paperwork and boy do I not have time for that." He crosses his legs so he is now cross-legged in the air before her, a light breeze ruffling around them. "So you have my attention, which you coulda just politely asked for by the way, what d'you want?"














