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Xaire Hypnos, the Night-Wanderer

Hypnos Nyktipolos // Night-wanderer

! This epithet for Lord Hypnos was made in the modern times, this is not conducive to any historical records of Hypnos [though was used for other deities] !

Rejoice in he who wanders at night! Patrolling the streets; Lulling all he meets at bedroom windows, Straw made nests; And store bought doghouses; To a restful night of slumber, succumbing to his alluring embrace; Yearning for more when lovely Eos rises, Saying their goodbyes with a yawn and stretch to greet the day.

Praise he who wanders the earth at night, giving sleep to all, Hypnos!

The fact that Hypnos ACTUALLY in like established mythology has a lounge instead of a throne is honestly such a power move.

Imagine; you descend to the underworld, managing to get to the furthest reaches bordering on the realm of Erebus. You are here to see Sleep himself.

To meet him, you must pass through fields full of not only sleeping herbs and medicines, but also his 2000 assorted siblings and children who could all drag you into endless nightmares for the crime of disturbing their work.

And when you are finally granted an audience with Hypnos, when you walk into the throne room struggling to keep your eyes open, he doesn't even give you the respect of sitting upright.

He's got one hand thrown carelessly behind the lounge, one leg crossed on top of the other, and zero fucks to give.

Wwyed in this situation?

come on guys, he means he’s able to kinda express them now

storylines about people falling in love with gods, yes, but also the hidden meaning of people falling in love with a personified concept.

sally jackson falling for the tumultuous sea and watching it pull away from her like the tide when she bore it a son. the largest parts of the planet she lives on, once a safe place, and yet she can never seek it out again.

zagreus falling in love with death itself, slowly over time, as he dies over and over, constantly returning just to fight once more. finding peace and love and home in death, as the god of blood and life.

gale dekarios falling in love with magic, constantly feeling like there’s More and Never Enough. gale trying to complete the weave, to appease his lover, and being scorned in both regards. a wizard being punished by magic.

Deep in the forest

Your smile grows

Your laughter higher

Deep in the forest

I sang to you, a song made of light

You dace to me in the dark

We change words of understanding

Deep in the forest

You offered your heart

Deep in the forest

I give my blood

Deep in the forest

There are two bodies

Deep in the forest

Our souls are dancing in eternity

“Don’t Work with Death!”

“Don’t work with death, because then you invite it into your house.”

Death is already in my house. Death is everywhere. Death is what decays the plant matter that feeds my garden. Death is what feeds the herbs I use in my spells, for each grows from what died before it.

Death is what feeds my family - death of plants, the death of animals. I would not disrespect the spirits of that which feeds us by ignoring their sacrifice. 

Death is the veil between my ancestors and myself, keeping them at rest and then acting as the gate for them to step into their next life.

When I do hospice work and sit with someone who is accepting their approaching death, I don’t tell them death is something to fear or avoid. I tell them death is the friend that walked beside them, every step of their life, maintaining the balance of the world, and waiting for them with open arms, to escort them to rebirth. 

“Don’t work with death!” 

I would not ignore life’s partner, not for arrogance or fear or ignorance. When I go to my own, I want to greet death with respect, acceptance, and gratitude. 

Thanatos: I wish I was a cat

Thanatos: but not in a furry kinda way

Thanatos: more like a "I can hit people and sleep all day with no consequences" kinda way

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.