Longing [Outside Aphrodite's temple, Ancient Greece] (tag: Pasithea)
Hypnos didn't know what to do. He thought the standard procedure in cases such as this was to pace, but he did not do that well. There was too much motion required, and it just seemed like a terrible amount of effort to demonstrate one's listlessness. The problem was, he had never been put in a position such as this before; this was new and different. While Hypnos didn't necessarily dislike new and different things, the uncertainty in this situation was making him somewhat cranky. And he didn't know what to do with that either.
This wasn't at all like last time. The last time he'd had feelings like this for a goddess, she had been the one to approach him. Actually, she had controlled the entire encounter, and he'd simply followed her lead. Which led him not to where he'd hoped, but rather ended with him fleeing from an angry god that liked to throw lightning bolts. Were it not for his mother, he would not only be crispy and blackened, but he'd have given up on females in general. That was how bitter he'd become after the last time. He'd actually sworn off any sort of relationship with women other than familial.
And then he'd seen her.
Hypnos had no idea who she was, but she was utterly fascinating. The way she moved, the way she spoke, it captured his attention almost completely. And then he'd lost her. Hypnos assured himself it had just been an afternoon's entertainment, and surely he'd put her out of his mind soon. But he hadn't been able to, despite concerted efforts to do just that. Instead, she haunted his thoughts until he couldn't even manage a nap. That was just unacceptable.
It had taken time to find her again, but when he did, he refused to let her out of his sight. Which was how he discovered that she belonged to Aphrodite in some fashion or other. In his head, it made sense that the most incredible woman would be somehow attached to Love, though he didn't quite have the entire connection. It didn't matter. He knew where to find her. And with that information, he took to visiting the steps of the Temple of Love often. He didn't get to see her loveliness every time, but it was often enough that he continued to return.
So here he sat, upon the steps, with no idea what he should be doing. What did someone who was lovesick do? There was pacing, which he'd already decided was not going to happen. Sighing, he could do longing sighs he supposed. Hypnos attempted it, and just felt gusty. He would have plopped down on the stairs if he hadn't already been sitting upon him. And it might have given him a concussion had he struck his head on the marble.
Would she come out today? Would he see her? Without realizing that he did so, Hypnos sighed.