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@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.

"Did you know that a snail can sleep for three years, and female ferrets die if they don't fuck soon enough?" Hypnos tells her, looking up from his phone. As if he hadn't fallen asleep and just read the first thing that was on his phone.

As soon as she got the message from Hypnos, she had paused what work she had been doing and summoned herself a door through which to step out on the path just before Hypnos's palace. Not to disrespect their home by just inviting herself in.

She was led in by Hypnos himself, and even his expression alone told her everything she needed to know. It was truly a blessing that Hypnos saw and understood why Maggie might need her right now. People had their doubts about Hypnos, but he loved Maggie and did right by her. Paid attention to her needs.

Hurrying into Maggie's room, she slipped under the blankets right beside Maggie and took her hands into a squeezing grasp.

Approaching Maggie as she got in the door, he takes both of her hands and looks very serious.

“Maggie, I have a very important question to ask you...will you...” He pauses there and bursts into a grin. “go to the beauty supply store with me and help me pick out my eyebrow colour? I want it so out there that Thanatos simply texts me a ‘what the fuck’. They’re quite desensitised to some of my colours but it shouldn’t be too hard.”

@mageiia​ asked: in need, maggie to hermes ( for the disheveled, cold, hungry, and in need of help… meme ) 

your muse has just arrived on my muse’s doorstep, disheveled, cold, hungry, and in need of help…     send    ‘ in need ‘    | Accepting

Hermes was in the Underworld, on the boat with a scared infant when it happened. He felt the tug on the ward placed around a certain Athenian apartment of his. The most important one now.

Maggie.

He’d told her to go there and knock when it was an emergency, but he’d never really expected her to need it. So when it happened he jolted upright, before kneeling back beside the child and explaining. Thankfully a grandmother took their other hand, a sign they would look after them, and he could instantly zoom off.

To her, it would only be less than a minute that she was waiting, but to him that was too much. For once he was late. When he needed to be on time the most.

As soon as he blurred into reality again, the door was wrenched open and he saw his daughter in a state. Oh this was bad.

Fuck! No, no, keep calm.

“Right, first thing’s first.” And he took her immediately into his warm arms, giving her a tight hug and then rubbing over her quickly to get some friction going.

@mageiia​ asked: silent (hypnos helping mags)

disability … sentence starters | Accepting

Hypnos had been making them both coffees and rambling to her from the kitchen as she sat on the couch. It hadn’t really washed over him that Maggie had stopped responding, he was just too invested in his ramblings about the kinds of date that the horror movie killers would take you on. Inspired by seeing people dress up as Michael Myers on tiktok - leftover from Halloween. It’s only when he turned around that he noticed the expression on her face. The anxiety there and that faraway look in her eyes.

“Mags?” He asked, bringing over the coffees before kneeling before her right in her eyeline. He takes her hand and squeezes, waiting for her to look at him before dropping it and signing.

“Ah you’re a little too early for the party tonight, Maggie, but it seems you’re looking a lot better. I hope you aren’t feeling too hungover.” Ariadne sat at the bar, her laptop and notepad before her as she logged the stock take that had been undertaken this morning onto the system. Incoming transcripts from the meeting her husband also scrolled along her screen. He was having a meeting upstairs in his office with their social media team.

Her longing for her husband today was enough that she had to sit down here, so she wouldn’t distract either of them. This meeting had been put off enough as it was.

As usual, Hermes would send a split of himself to check on his daughter every so often. He often joked it was to hint she was stuck with him, but it was more just as a way to spend time with her when he couldn’t himself.

Yet this time, his split walked in and paused. The sight of Maggie blowing her nose into a tissue, with other tissues around, and the apartment more chaotic than usual gave him a little concern.

“Shit, you’re sick aren’t you?” When she told him as much, he nodded and then backed out of the apartment - shutting the door. Seconds later, the true Hermes walked back in and grinned as Romeo started his friendly meows. He strides in, kicks off his shoes, and clears space next to Maggie to plop down. Of course he then immediately gave Romeo some head scritches as he put his feet up.