The voice shivered through him, from the top of his head, then worked it's way down until there was no part of him that hadn't responded to the sound. Hypnos knew that voice, it was the one that would haunt his dreams if he could sleep, if he was not constantly awake and thinking of the owner of that voice. And now, it was ringing in his ears.
Hypnos did not spring to his feet. He never sprang. Anywhere. But he did stand far more quickly than was his norm, his eagerness to see her moving his limbs in spite of his usual indolence. Then his eyes were on her face. Until now, he'd only been able to see her in glimpses, sometimes as she turned her head, sometimes as she passed into the temple, sometimes as she melded within the crowd of other Graces. And now, now he could look at her fully. He could truly see her and she was... cute.
He'd thought she was beautiful, and she was. She was lovely, her limbs were slender and delicate, her posture was poised and graceful. Hypnos thought her hair looked like honey in the shadows, deep and rich but with golden glints peeking through. He wanted to bury his fingers in it, but that would probably be rather forward. She would look at him with those mossy green eyes and wonder if he was crazy or dangerous. She wouldn't want him to come back, and he desperately wanted to do that, to see her again. More, he didn't want to leave at all. He wanted to stay there and try to determine just what it was that made her beautiful features seem so adorably cute when separately none of them would be defined as such. Even better would be if he could take her home with him, so that she could sleep beside him and then he would know that he could finally get some rest again, because she would be right there whenever he woke up.
But that would definitely be forward.
She was still waiting for an answer, so he gave her a slow smile. “No. You are not late. You are perfectly on time.”