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A purple orca whale floated off in an endless abyss. It was asleep, but there was no threat to it, for it was home. And there was no danger that could infiltrate its home without raising its notice.

It awoke with a thought.

There’s something very important about tonight.

It opened its eyes, the darkness around it still prevalent.

Is it someone’s wedding anniversary?

Maybe I was supposed to meet Thanatos somewhere.

It shrugged, closed its eyes, and dozed off again when suddenly the thought returned.

Winter solstice! It’s winter solstice. I’m supposed to be on Olympus!

Quickly, the creature changed its form, from the massive whale into a human-like figure. He wondered what form to take from there on out, and settled for that of a man. Hypnos was, in fact, a man. Identified as one, was born one. But one could never tell what form he would choose. Gender, race, even species were a free-for-all for the daemon spirit of sleep. In his form, he traveled, sprouting the wings from his head he and his kind were known for having, to the very peak of the home of the Olympians.

He landed directly in front of the door, greeting the guards who then opened said doors and allowed the god in. He looked around, not overly eager to be there (as he would’ve much rather been asleep), but still happy to see all the shining faces.

One of them came up to him, greeting him, though he knew not in what manner.

Snatching a sponge from the water-filled bowl offered by one of his golden attendants, the God of Volcanoes wiped it quickly over his dirty hands and face, before dismissing the beautiful automaton with a gesture. 

“Speak quickly,” he continued, limping into a quieter side room and closing the heavy door to quieten the din, “for there are more than enough labours to occupy my time before the festivities and my patience is becoming sorely tested!” 

She really needed to learn to lock the door...

He didn’t turn to see who it was, assuming there was nothing wrong or uncommon about spending time on the roof. It wasn’t until he was greeted by the mysterious guest that Hypnos looked down at them, a smile painted across his face.

“Beautiful night out, am I right?”

Apollo patted himself down as he left the apartments, watch (down to thirty percent charge because it had been a long day and he forgot to charge it while he showered), wallet (with little to no money), keys (because Artemis was upping the security since the elevator deaths) and of course his phone (which was everyday becoming more and more of an extension of him). Locking the apartment door behind him Apollo made his way to the stairwell.

Walking down, his thoughts began to wander to the old days. Hermes had been like younger brother to Apollo since almost the day he was born. While Artemis was his Twin she was his complete opposite in almost every aspect, Hermes on the other hand was a twin soul to his. Before crossing the veil both gods and been too busy to spend a lot of time together, but they had kept in constant communication Apollo often using Hermes to keep in contact with his sister whom he rarely saw in the old realm.

Apollo's heart had soared when he had heard Hermes had a night off, finally reaching his best friend's door he knocked melodically announcing his presence. He stepped back knowing Hermes wasn’t one to leave anyone waiting at the door for long.