Among fields of poppies and other hypnotic plants, stands the palace residence of the sons of the god of sleep, standing as the oneiroi; Morpheus, Icelos, and Phantasos. Born where the radiant God Helios never illuminates them with his rays of life. While Icelos roams peacefully across the land and the wide backs of the ocean, and is gentle to humans. Phantasos, gracing the life of mortality with the gift of peace in delusion. Morpheus was assigned the dirty work among his brothers and in the pitiful solitude of his mother's night.

Personification of dreams, feared and dreaded. The polar opposite of his twin brothers. He, Phantasos and Icelos used to lie down in one of the poppy fields surrounding the palace; blessed by the sons of Pasithea and Hypnos. Morpheus was raised to be devoid of any romantic infatuations, but now, his father encouraged him to marry. Recently, Morpheus had begun the long for the company of someone more than ever. Someone—no, anyone. Anyone besides the mere presence of the underworld.

Perhaps he was guilty of being selfish, but sometimes, as the petals of the red flowers caressed his skin and lulled his senses, Morpheus may have never wished to have someone loving at his side. Even it was a promise that someone would take away his loneliness and so they could both doze under the moonlight.

It had been unusual for Hera to have contacted him, since Morpheus did not usually deal with the gods who inhabited Olympus. But when the goddess begged him to haunt the dreams of one of Zeus’s affairs, Morpheus agreed. It was particularly the fact that he felt sorry for Hera, Hera took his empathy in stride, promising him one of the Three Charites’ hand in marriage in exchange.

And when Morpheus had fulfilled his part of the bargain and jinxed Zeus’s dalliance, you were forced to follow Hera’s orders. You, the representative of beauty among the Graces. You didn’t think it was fair, even if you had anticipated something of the sorts would happen, you never thought it would be this soon. Being treated as if you were a mere present.

The meeting was the most.. complicated part, you see, long ago when he was a child, Morpheus used to sneak into the Selene Gardens of the Charites. The Selene Garden was known for its illusions and dream-like mirages, capturing young Morpheus’s heart; leading him to visit it more often. During one of these escapades, you had caught him; though, you both being naïve children, you had promised you wouldn’t tell a soul. This led to you both growing close, laughing and chattering behind the veiled peony vines. After a while as you both started growing older, he had visited less, before not meeting you at all.

So now, as he had utterly forgotten about you two. It suddenly clicked the moment you both saw each other. Morpheus was at a loss for words, and he knew you were shocked too; judging by the stunned look on your face.