I hold the firm belief that since the little chariots meow like cats, then the big chariots must be dogs or horses.īecause for my own sanity and peace of mind, I REFUSE to believe that if I was a legendary hero who died and faded to Elysium… I finally got time to play Hades again after my hiatus, and one thing really stuck out to me. Keep reading my writing hades hades game hades supergiant ziggyzagreus hades fandom supergiant games hades hypnos hypnos hades hypnos achilles hades hades achilles achilles patroclus hades hades patroclus patroclus patrochilles hades patrochilles achilles/patroclus achilles x patroclus patroclus x achilles hades fanfiction the song of achilles So instead, he watched carefully, curious as to where this would lead. Cruel as it was, Hypnos craved a little entertainment.
The Chthonic God wondered if he should mention something to the Shade’s Prince and ward, but had decided against it for a little while. It was when Achilles had actually gone to sleep that Hypnos first began to worry. Achilles would likely not press what little freedom he had. Hypnos had wondered if he would pick up one of Orpheus’ discarded lyres one of these days, but found it to be only wishful thinking. The Master of the House had hardly noticed when Achilles would take slips into other rooms, or would retire for a little while when he got bored of the West Wing itself. But since Zagreus had started going out into the realms so often, it was not necessary for Achilles to be at attention in his post forever. It was rare for Shades to sleep, especially ones who were on duty. It was ironic that something of his own doing had been plaguing the House for such a time, and yet he had not felt the need to bring it up until now. Hypnos had waited long before this moment to turn around.
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