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In the Land of Dreams, where reality could be bent with a single thought and the impossible becomes achievable, it was quite easy to lose track of time. After all, what is time to an immortal god? Nothing but a word—a concept that held no sway over him. Thus, when Phobetor appeared in the real world to see that months have passed since his last visit to the mortal world—since he saw his erômenos in person—it came to no real surprise for him.

Sure, he might have occasionally pulled the hellhound into the Land of Dream while the other slept, but the Dream version wasn’t quite the true thing. While Phobetor was there in person, Nick could only show up as a figment—a projection that Nick could control based on how he saw himself—and Phobetor couldn’t help but slightly miss the small details that Nick always seemed to forget about. There have been quite a few times that Phobetor had looked over to see that the little mole by Nick’s eye was missing, or the red of his eyes wasn’t quite the right shade. It almost felt like Phobetor himself was slowly forgetting what the other looked like in reality, and it was probably time to change that. Not to mention, the last date had been a little while ago as well, so it was probably high time he spent time with his little puppy either way.

The trip from Greece to America took a mere few seconds on powerful Oneiroi wings, and soon Phobetor had to screech to a halt as he flew right through Nick’s window with a powerful whoosh of air to announce his presence. As he slowly landed, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps heading towards him, making him look up at the approaching male. A small smirk found its way to the god’s face. “Hi there, pu—”

Before he could even finish his word, he felt his hoodie being grabbed and pulled down, making him stumble slightly in surprise. His wings—not yet willed away—flared open to try and regain some balance, though he barely registered that as his mouth was claimed by Nick. The kiss didn’t last long enough for Phobetor to even think about kissing back, leaving him blinking in confusion for a moment, before finally speaking again.

“....If that’s the greeting I get for being away for so long, maybe I should stay away more often.” Chuckling lightly, the god brought his hands up to gently cup both sides of the hound’s face, pulling him slightly closer while making sure to be cautious with his claws. Black feathered wings matched the movement, slowly encircling the two of them as the black cat-like tail loosely wrapped around Nick’s waist. “Did my cute lil’ puppy miss me? Hmmm...?” 

Thersites: What annoys you most?

“The Olympians, or at least most of the ones up on Mt. Olympus. You would think that it would be people not heeding my warnings, but I wouldn’t even need to give them any if it wasn’t for the Olympians. Seriously, the only reason us Oneiroi can even give prophetic dreams is because Zeus gave us the power to do so in order to knock Apollo down a notch when Sunshine decided he was the greatest thing in the world. I don’t get along with him anyway because we now share a sphere of influence and that’s never fun, especially when you are the inferior one. They mostly annoy me because they think they are soooo great, to the point where they don’t even respect their elders. Like ya, they respect my mother, but none of her children. We are all actually older than any of the Olympians.

Hestia and Hermes aren’t that bad most of the time, with Hestia staying out of the stupidity and Hermes at least trying to be civil when he wakes us up all the time with messages from Zeus, and Hades is cool, but the rest annoy me.”

Thetis: Is there anyone you're particularly protective of?

“Mother, of course. Well, all of my family, but Mother especially. Not that I need to worry, as she’s super strong and doesn’t need to be protected.

With the rising sun came the start of a new day, yet only marked the end of a full night of work for Phobetor. Yawning as he sent out the very last dream bat of the night, the god rubbed at his eyes as he sat in the bleak emptiness of the dream world. With that done, he had the option to go home and sleep now, but a nagging little thought was poking its head out from the back of his mind; namely the fact that he was still carrying a certain gift, despite having gotten it a few days ago. Taking it out, he swirled the clear liquid inside around a bit as he thought over his options, before coming to a decision.

It was time to pay Nick a little visit.

Dematerializing from the dream world, he rematerialized himself in the waking world, just outside of the Paganini mansion. On silent wings, he flew up to Nick’s window, phasing through it to quietly land inside. Glancing around the dark room, red eyes finally landed on the figure of the one he was looking for: sleeping soundly in bed, as many in the mortal world still were. Like a silent ghost, he made his way over, staring down at the sleeping face of the hound. How defenseless he looked while asleep, so calm and unaware. There was no way for Nick to actually sense his presence there, so it was likely that he would continue sleeping until whatever time he had to get up at. 

Casually manifests himself behind Nick, elbows resting on the hound’s shoulders while the palms rested on top of his head, providing a nice cushion to lean his chin on. “Hey, puppy. You busy? Was wondering if we can watch those movies now.”

Welcome, Showering In Thy Enemies Blood!

You’ll be given the Demon of Pride, Lucifer.You are summoned to the island of Envy, Invidia.

Enjoy your stay.