" wowie, you're real pretty ma'am. " he hums sleepily, both hands propped beneath his chin. " dont think weve met. im hypnos, sleep incarnate. -- chthonic god, yadda yadda not important. howd you like to go get a drink and tell me about yourself? " ( hypnos ) // @saolah
A friendly face, from Hades’ House? The thought alone was staggering, made all the more baffling for the words that flowed out of that yawning mouth. Studying the crimson clad God in silence, sh blinked, feeling reality shuffle into this new and ponderous shape. At last, she took in a breath, straightening.
“Hypnos,” she echoed, and it was a start. The spell broke somewhat in the ensuing silence. “Thank you, Hypnos, that’s... Quite kind of you. I am Hel, Queen of Helheim, Goddess of the Dishonored Dead...” Pausing, she fumbled towards the casual air he had mastered. “Yadda. Yadda. Yadda.”
(He was still there. By the Norns, what low standards he possessed! Perhaps beggars could not be choosers among the endless shades of Hades’ domain...)
“I might. if you have the time later. It’s poor form to turn away a friendly face, but I am not here for... Pleasure.” At any moment, the soup from whence the dead cam might welcome her with open arms. Should she cringe any harder, Death would swallow her whole.