hypnos ☾ mathias iverson (microsleeps) wrote in mythopoeics, @ 2012-03-30 19:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !mini-log, hypnos, pasithea |
syv. ☽
[In many ways, Hypnos realized, his aptly-named Sausage was like a child who craved attention from her parents, as yes, she'd long ago accepted Pasithea as her mother figure. The cat, who was apparently well on her way to being a teenager in cat years, had wedged her sausagey self inbetween both him and Pasithea in bed, completely content to stretch out and remain in such a way until prodded.
The god of sleep trailed gentle fingertips over his little one's belly before relocating his hand to his lover's stomach, resting his fingers there. In Zurvan, she'd carried and bore both of his children. Her stomach was a sacred place, even now.
He dropped a kiss to Pasithea's shoulder. "You're lost in thought. Where are you?"
It was true, Pasithea would agree that Sausage was very much like their child. Smokey was too, except while her blue-gray furred baby had decided Hypnos was her father figure she was far less insistent with her need for attention. The older feline curled up on a pillow at the foot of the bed, occasionally batting at their feet or meowing at her and Hypnos as if to remind them she was there.
The goddess of rest and relaxation smiled softly when she felt her once-husbands' hand settle on her stomach, the simple action nudging her out of her reverie. She glanced over at him, one hand settling over his.
She shifted slightly closer to Hypnos' warmth. "I'm sorry, I was thinking about our kids."
With a small, relaxed smile, he scooped up her hand and brought it toward his lips, grazing the back of it with a soft kiss. A thumb skirted across her knuckles.
"Which ones?" he prompted, returning their hands to Pasithea's stomach. Asking was necessary, because while Hypnos understood all of her children were her children, each set brought upon different feelings in both. With their Oneroi, it was familiarity. But with their twins, it was the newness of parental love. A brand new spark brought on by tiny little faces.
He wished he could share the burden of her worries, but it wasn't in his nature to.
Her smile grew at his actions, a light blush dusting her cheeks as she quietly watched him. It was the little things he did to show he cared that made her happy to know him.
"All of them, I guess," she answered, knowing she didn't really answer Hypnos' question. Ever since returning from Zurvan it was hard for Pasithea to think about their children without including both the twins and the Oneroi. "I miss our twins, and I want to know Morpheus but I don't want to scare him off..." she elaborated.
She would never expect him to share her burden, especially since she didn't like carrying it herself.
Hypnos made a soft humming sound. "I think you would have to work really hard to scare him off. You're not a scary person..." In some attempt to make her laugh, he briefly released her hand to make a scritching motion on her stomach, not unlike something he'd do to one of the cats. He wanted her comforted, not plagued by worries.
Pasithea had opened her mouth to respond, when he scritched her stomach causing her to laugh instead. Once her giggles had subsided, she took a deep breath and tried to voice her thoughts. "I asked him to have a meal with us, and before he said he would, he said he didn't think it would go smoothly. Isn't that weird?" It was to her.
It was a strange thing to say, especially to one's mother. Hypnos couldn't recall any fallouts in their family, particularly with any of their sons, and so it left only one reason. One reason that should've been obvious to him from the beginning.
"He hasn't known us in this life, 'thea. We barely know anything about him," he reminded her, smoothing his fingers back over her belly. "Let's give him some time to get used to us. And if we can't get through to him, I'll speak with Thanatos."
The reason was obvious, and one that she had already considered. Pasithea didn't think she had been attempting to act at all motherly towards him, despite being interested in getting to know him better she wasn't going to be pushy about it. That wasn't her way.
"I know, Hypnos, that's why I invited him to dinner," she pointed out, thinking that should have been obvious. "How can he get used to us if he seems hesitant to even sit down and have a conversation over pancakes?" Everybody loved pancakes. It was a given.
"I don't know... All I know is that we need to give him time. He'll love you." The former godling beside her reached out to tuck dark hair behind her ear. "Who wouldn't love you...?"
"I'll give him all the time he needs, I just want him to be happy," she murmured, pleased that she had Hypnos there to help her see reason. "You're pretty loveable too."
A thumb was drawn lazily over her cheekbone. "I want him to be happy as well. But more than that, I want you to be happy," he whispered, leaning in as much as he could without disturbing the sprawled cat between them to kiss the tip of her nose.
"Let me see a smile, 'thea."
It was hard for her not to feel better when around him. "Your happiness is more important to me than his is, and I can't feel bad about that," she said just as quietly as she reached out to rest her hand on his upper arm as a smile bloomed on her face.
"Thank you, Hypnos. You always know just what to say to me."
With a smile to mirror hers, he leaned over and brushed a kiss across her temple, his lips lingering for a couple of moments until a disatisfied mewl came from between them. Breathing a soft laugh against Pasithea's hair, Hypnos withdrew back to his previous position.
"Because I know you. And because I love you," he reminded her with a sleepy tilt of his head into the pillow.
"I love you too," she burbled happily, almost forgetting about the kitty between them until Sausage chose to express her disapproval. Chuckling at both Hypnos' reaction and the indignant sound his cat made, Pasithea gently ruffled the kitties' fur.
"I know I say this a lot, but I'm really glad we found each other again," she reiterated, aware that she'd never feel complete without her other half.
His smile was genuine, as were all of his smiles. "I know," he whispered, tracing fingers back over her cheekbone. This moment was everything to him. It was perfection, whatever that meant.
"Me too."]