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Morpheus and his brother phantasos would be visiting the waking world again, Deimos had heard his dad chatting about it, then was told by ares as well. Hypnos was stressing over where the little ones would be staying- I mean he wouldn’t want them to be sleeping across the whole άνάκτορο. Hypnos was definitely like a mother hen when it came to the boys.
So it was decided, well ares suggested, that Morpheus would sleep in Deimos’ room. Said little godling, was not happy. Deimos didn’t want the small chthonic child, in Deimos’ words “pale, small, sleepy brat(!)” in his space. Hypnos didn’t exactly hear the part where Deimos called Morpheus a brat, as that talk was handled by ares.
Phantasos would sleep in Eros’ room, who was gone for a few days with Aphrodite, and it was close enough to ares’ and Hypnos’ shared room.
So, now here Hypnos was, going to his cave in Elysium to pick up his two lovely little children, who he worried over traversing the underworld, and Olympus alone. He’d taken a chariot, ares had offered coming but Hypnos didn’t want to trouble the big guy.
Morpheus was a soft dreamlike child, his form frayed at the edges, but it was controlled, just like Hypnos had taught him. He felt a sense of pride in his chest at that.
Phantasos was more controlling, he was playing idly with Morpheus’ hair, tickling him occasionally to get him to stay awake.
“Father!” Morpheus chirped first, pushing phantasos away and running to hug Hypnos. The other godling soon followed, echoing Morpheus’ chirp and hugging Hypnos’ other leg.
Hypnos greeted the children affectionately, then he guided them over to the chariot and let it take it back to Olympus. The trip was filled with complaints about it being far to bright out, so the two stayed under Hypnos’ blanket. When he reached his άνάκτορο on Olympus he introduced Morpheus, formally, to Deimos- with phantasos he was already acquainted, since they’d met at the wedding.
War’s offspring wanted to spew insults the moment he met Morpheus- but a single look from his father, who was glaring at him, and he instantly stiffened and offered an awkward smile to Morpheus. Morpheus smiled back nervously and his small wings fluttered with excitement.
Deimos’ eyes softened and he tilted his head with a childish air- the kid was, soft looking.. almost cute. Not that it mattered! Obviously it didn’t.. it was just- weird! It was weird..
Morpheus’ thoughts on the boy didn’t range far, he thought the boy was nice, maybe he’d invade his dreams later and see how he thought. Would it be like ares’ dreams, War and bloodshed and all that cool stuff?
Those small thoughts were cut off by a playful push, Morpheus stumbled. he wasn’t used to being on his two legs and he didn’t like it. Deimos couldn’t help but movie to stable him.
Once stable Morpheus whined “phan!” He puffed out his cheeks, almost like a hamster as he turned to glare at the other, taller boy beside Hypnos. Phantasos flashed a playful grin and feigned innocence. “Not sure what you’re talking ‘bout Morpheus.”
Morpheus pouted and glanced at Deimos, murmuring a small thanks. He moved to get out of the god of terrors grasp but Deimos only held him tightly as he shot a glare at phantasos. Without a word Deimos picked Morpheus up and made a small growl. “mine” he said with a childlike selfishness and quickly ran off with Morpheus in his arms- who was complaining in annoyance as he was ran off with.
The room was stunned into silence before Hypnos burst out laughing. “Hahahah! Seems like your traits carried over big guy!” he teased and elbowed ares in the side playfully.
Seeing his father’s reaction, phantasos started giggling and nodding along. “He’s like a puppy!” He chirped. Whether he was talking about ares or Deimos was up for interpretation.
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“Put me down you menace!” Morpheus whined once they got to Deimos’ room. Stubbornly, Deimos set the small folding down and rolled his eyes. “Why do you sound so whiny but look so cute?” he muttered and learned close, examining the boys features. He noted the similarities to lord Hypnos, white curly hair, those weird- fluttery wing things on his head, and the frayed edges around his body, like he was there but also not. He also had the same pitchy tone in his voice.
“Hey!” Morpheus whined and pushed him away with small hands. Deimos rolled his eyes but backed up. “Relax I’m only looking at your weird face” he muttered “Besides, I only decided to bring you here because you’d be staying here..”
Morpheus pouted but couldn’t help but letting his curious gaze find the weapons on the wall. In awe he subconsciously floated up to touch the blades. “Woah..”
Deimos raised a brow, before replacing it with a prideful expression. “Heh.. yeah those are my dads” he set his hands on his hips, preening like a peacock.
“What’s this one from?” Morpheus chirped and grabbed a battle axe, the size difference was like a carriage and an ant.
“Uh..” he looked at it for a moment, recalling what his father had told him. “The Battle of Hysiae!” He remembered and reveled in the ‘oo’s’ and ‘awe’s’ that emerged from the brat.
Question after question and hours of preening later, weapons were strung on the floor and Morpheus half asleep in the air. Deimos tilted his head, he could put Morpheus in the spare bed that’d been set up.. buuuuttttt.. “hehe..”
He gathered Morpheus from the air and set him on the large bed- then he grabbed a big fluffy blanket from the other bed and crawled beside Morpheus. The small thing shifted instantly and curled against Deimos with a yawn. Deimos wrapped the blanket around them both securely and slowly shut his eyes -Morpheus’ presence was just as infectious as Hypnos’ when he was tired.- The last thought in his tiny head being ‘cute.’
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That night, Hypnos went to check on the wisp of a dream he called his child, and found morpheus and deimos curled on the large bed, Morpheus’ form was more bleary, sort of glowy. He noted the dozens of sharp objects that klittered the floor, he sighed and lazily rearranged the things on where they, probably, should’ve been.
He smiled fondly at the sight once more, “Good night little ones.. don’t have too much fun in those silly dreams.” He uttered before shutting the door silently, blessing both Deimos, and of course Morpheus with a night of unbothered sleep.