Hypnos would chuckle softly, wrapping his front legs around Mystic’s body, feeling her close, feeling her very heartbeat and his own. They were beating in sync, as a couple. The young man would let his eyes close and he began to speak, his words a quiet muse. “They are so graceful... And I hear that an angel will have wings. Wings that allow them to glide about and watch over their loved ones, to keep caring for them no matter what happens. I like to believe that someday your mother is going to earn her wings, and keep a watch over your family.” Hypnos would say softly. “Just as I hope my mother is watching over me.” Chryseis... How he missed her.
