inhotwater | GOD OF DEATH AU

[...And, dutifully, Enygma opens his mouth. Without any comment or protest.]

[he'll just pop that in his mouth, then, though his hand lingers near his cheek]

There--how's that?

[ the confusion is starting to show on his face, and there's a twisting in his stomach, this fear that this is going to end, that he's going to--

.....he's going to leave.

That's what's wrong, isn't it?

Osvaldus draws in a shaky breath and lets it out, fingers still hovering for a moment, before he drops his hand.]

...oh.

[Enygma swallows and is about to comment on the bite, it seems, but then Oswald drops his hand.]

What?

You're leaving soon.

[he knows this part of the story.]

Or...[he frowns, then, down at the sandwich he's still holding, the bread in his lap]

...or, I think, you've already left.

[Enygma looks confused.

...Rather, the figment of Osvaldus's memory playing Enygma looks confused, attempting to play along how Enygma would react. Possibly.]

I'm right here.

You were, at one point. [he slowly sets the sandwich in the basket, and sets the basket to the side]

However, I don't appreciate being toyed with and having my memories rooted through. [there's a building anger in his voice] I know I said entering one's abode without invitation is rude, but really, this is the pinnacle of dishonorable.

[his voice turns snide] Not to mention predictable. Hardly anything creative or inventive about this at all. In fact, I'd hazard to call it a cheap trick, at best.

So sensitive.

[And suddenly, on the other side of the bench, there's this fucker again. And the figment of Enygma is gone.]

You wound me, sir. I'm simply trying to get some information.

Besides, you looked as if you could use a nap.

Well, if we're name-calling, then I would say that you're boorish, boring, and distastefully rude.

[Osvaldus folds his arms over his chest, looking down his nose at Hypnos--because who else, he's done his research after finding out about Enygma's mother thank you very much--haughtily]

If it's information you wanted, you could simply ask like a civilized person.

Now wake me up. Or do I have to do everything myself?

Oh, I don't know. I rather like it here.

So scenic.

[At that point, Osvaldus just rolls his eyes]

Everything myself it is, you disgusting brute.

[and he's going to just...pinch himself. Because lol like this is the first dream he's had to wake himself up from lmao he's got enough trauma that this is very been there, done that]

[...and that would be very effective

were this a normal dream, and not one supernaturally induced by a god of sleep.

Hypnos smirks.]

...Having some trouble?

[Osvaldus's eyes narrow, briefly, eyes sweeping over Hypnos, calculating.]

It seems you're determined to be a bother.

[he pushes to his feet, and steps closer, and sits down next to him, crossing one leg over the other, letting out a put-upon sigh]

Well? If you're going to impose and spy on me like a peeping Tom without even asking, the least you could do is take me somewhere nice.

Oh, yes, do excuse me!

[And the next moment they're in... a field of flowers? Well, all the same flowers, actually. Asphodel flowers.]

Now! [The bench came with them, so Hypnos simply shifts, smiling at Osvaldus.] Let's chat, if you're so eager~!

Ah, ah, not so fast. [Osvaldus lifts a hand, tutting a finger at him with a tsking sound]

You are the one imposing on me. You need to at least provide me a decent wine to sip while we talk, and a more comfortable couch to sit on.

[it's almost as though he's lecturing a child, eyeing Hypnos like he's clearly the ignorant one here.]

Really, I would've thought you'd know better. Even the so-called Gods know what sort of respect is due when asking for a favor, considering the sacrifices they demand.

It's a dream, you... Honestly, the intellect of you mortals, it's astounding!

[And he simply snaps his fingers. The next moment, Osvaldus will find himself with a glass of wine in hand.]

You can just think it up yourself.

Better.

[he takes a slow sip]

I could just think it up myself...[and he drags his finger along the bench, and it changes into a much more comfortable reclining couch. At least, the part he's sitting on. The other half remains a cold, hard, stone bench]...but it's so much more fun to make you do it.

[he settles back against that couch] It's the least of what you deserve after such a rude introduction.

[oh bud he's from the Underworld, a little stone isn't a big deal to him. Not like it's even real.]

Well, I had to get to the point. No sense wasting time in an interrogation and get an incorrect view of the situation.

But now, I see what's going on here.

Oh? [drawled] Enlighten me, oh God of Dreams. [DRY AS A DESERT] Or whatever you are.

Sleep, dreams, what have you. And, oh, it's a vile affliction. Truly terrible.

It seems dear sweet cousin Aphrodite has her hands in this matter... so to speak.

[Osvaldus's eyes narrow at that, sussing that out--before his mouth twists, pressing into a line, and something tugs painfully in his chest.]

Yes, well, that's hardly news. Anything else? [there's a snappishness in his voice; a barely simmering anger and defensiveness]

Oh, it's news. Honestly, things have been a mess! My dear brother, all mixed up, looking all sad...

And just for the sake of some mortal. [He sighs.] Oh, now this is a tragedy.

[.......]

What?

Oh, you should see him! He tries to play it off, but we're twins, and that's not going to work on me, oh no.

You'd think someone had kicked a kitten looking at him. Not that he gets it, of course not. [He shakes his head.] Tsk, tsk... Little brother has never been very skilled in the feelings department.

[Osvaldus just....stares at him a moment, before his eyes narrow, wary]

....and?

That is the question, isn't it? And... And now, what, I wonder? Certainly, now I know the cause of his malady, but what to do.

[...]

I don't suppose you'll just die and solve things that way?

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