GOD OF DEATH AU

[enigmaster]

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[erotematic]

[...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?

[agoodname]

[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.

[erotematic]

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~!

[agoodname]

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.

[erotematic]

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.

[agoodname]

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.

[erotematic]

[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.

[agoodname]

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

[erotematic]

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.

[agoodname]

[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]

[erotematic]

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.

[agoodname]

[.......]

What?

[erotematic]

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.

[agoodname]

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

[erotematic]

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?

[agoodname]

[and he just...bursts out laughing at that] I wouldn't die for your brother, you moron, and I love him. [since apparently this is something Hypnos already knows and is mocking him about, so may as well just say it] What makes you think I'd do it for you? [are you an idiot lmao]

[erotematic]

No, no, I didn't think so. Hm, shame.

Well, it'll only take about... oh, a few decades or so? Waiting it out may have to do, I suppose...

[He huffs, leaning back.]

But that's so dull.

[agoodname]

[Osvaldus takes a sip of his wine, before just...setting it on thin air. Where it floats] I'll tell you what. You convince your brother to come visit me again, and I'll do what I can to get him to stop moping, hm?

[erotematic]

Hm... Hm! Yes, perfect! You two can have a date! [that is not what anyone said]

[agoodname]

Precisely. [It sure isn't what anyone said, but Osvaldus is rolling with it] Give me at least 24 hours notice so I can have time to cook and get ready, and that'll solve the moping problem in no time.

[erotematic]

Very well! I'll leave all those fiddly preparation matters to you and I'll make sure my brother will be around.

I'll have him there in... Hm. Two days time, how does that sound?

[agoodname]

That will do. [he reaches out to pick that glass of wine back up, and drain it] We have an accord.

[erotematic]

Wonderful. Well, good luck, mortal! Try to be charming, or whatever it is that you do.

[And in the middle of Osvaldus draining that glass... he'll wake up.

Alone, no one else around.

...And his dagger gone, lol.]

[agoodname]

[....oh, he really despises him. He's going to make an annoyed noise, pick up his sandal, and put himself back to bed. And this time, he's going to make sure to dream of how satisfying it would be to plunge a daggar into his jugular next time.]

[enigmaster]

[Hypnos will be amused at that one.

But, soon enough, things are... happening. Hypnos gives a specific time he'll get Enygma there, and he has his window to prepare. Good thing, because, well.

The day of is here quick.

What'cha doing, Osvaldus?]