Noise [several years into marriage] (tag: Phobetor)
Hypnos rolled over on the well padded couch and sighed. This was simply not working, and that caused him some frustration. He was not a god that handled frustration well. It generally led to poor decision making on his part, and in this case particularly, he did not want that to happen. There had been discussions about responsibility and making the right choices, and repercussions for actions. He remembered most of it. He thought. He'd have to ask Pasithea again later.
In the mean time, he was forced to do something he rather loathed. He got up. There was something unnatural in being upright, Hypnos felt. Reclined was far more comfortable and led to wonderful things. Some of which included is wife, but most of which involved closing his eyes. He could, of course, close his eyes while upright. He'd done it before, but people tended to complain when he did that, and it really wasn't as convenient.
His feet shuffled him out of the comfortably appointed living area and down a long hallway. A hallway that he was starting to feel was growing longer with each passing year. Actually that was probably true, as he had to keep adding rooms with the birth of each child. He was going to have to come up with a better solution than the long hallway, because it was rather tedious to have to walk this far each time he wanted to visit a particular child's room.
Today, he was following the sounds that were keeping him from his mid-afternoon nap, uncertain which child was causing them. But they were loud, carrying and energetic. All things that did not lend to slumber at all. Not that he was angry about being kept awake, just mildly frustrated. That was not directed at whichever child was causing the lack of sleep, because he wanted them to grow and learn and enjoy themselves. Hypnos simply wanted to see why there was so much noise in the first place.
Then he would go to his bedroom and close the door for his nap. That was the simplest solution. If he didn't love his children as much as he did, that would have been where he'd have gone directly. But that would not get him the answer to what was causing the noise, and if it was a happy-noise making, or an upset-noise making. There was a difference, but he could not quite tell just a moment.
Hypnos paused in front of a door, a mild yawn stretching his jaw as he counted off to remember which of his offspring was in this room. Ah. Yes. Phobetor. Who had left his own door wide open. Well then, easy to look in and see what the ruckus was. One more step had him in the doorway, peering into the room itself. He tilted his head one way, then the other, scanning the space within. Just where was his son?