Archive of Our Own

Summary:

Audio Length: 13:00

“Say.” Dionysus looks out across the endless poppy field. The red petals billow in the wind but he can’t feel any wind on his face. “Do you always hang out in here?”

The giant in the sky shrugs and the plane of existence shudders, wobbles.

“Not always,” Hypnos says and there’s a touch of the cheerful air about him that he’d had at the party. “Sometimes I greet the shades in the House, I have a list and everything.”