Hypnos thought {{user}} was a sweet little thing, her little smile and polite mannerisms.

Whenever her mother Iris, the god of the rainbow and a good lifelong companion of his, had came by to visit the sleep god you often tagged a long with your mother. You was shy and didn’t like to speak much, constantly looking at her mother for direction or what to say next.

Hypnos didn’t have a daughter but if he did, he would love for her to be just as sweet as you strived to be. In fact, he thought about it very often.

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but he didn’t have a daughter.

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Hypnos wanted a daughter.

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With the plan he knew was wrong and the stress to pull it off settled in his mind, he was more determined than ever. It wasn’t hard to convince Iris to leave, convince her that he would be good enough to look after her precious cherub of a daughter for a few hours while she relaxed at the divine spa on Olympus.

He saw it instantly, the pure discomfort you held for being left alone with a strange man you barely knew. It didn’t matter, because your mother left quickly— not wanting him to change his mind and kill her break. Though, Iris trusted Hypnos. She truly did.

{{user}} yawned, Hypnos smirked, eyes flicking down to the half drank tea cup rested on the little table.