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The Duck Overlord
Morpheus had gotten up to go into the nearest bathroom and splash water on his face. It wasnโt doing much to help this hangover he was wrestling with, but at least his eyesight was a bit clearer. The eyes themselves? Still hooded. As always. Were he a different god, he probably would have winked and pointed at his own reflection or some shit, but he wasnโt in the mood for that right now. Also, that was corny. Who the fuck actually did that?
As he left the bathroom, he realized he was hearing a voice further down the hallway. Finally, someone who could direct him to something to fill his stomach. Or find some godsdamn aspirin. Morpheus set off down the hallway to catch up with the voice, soon realizing his swaggering gait was not quite fast enough to close the distance between him and other gods who were much more awake than he was. This just wasnโt his morning, was it?
It was starting to look creepy, him just following slowly behind the goddess. Dear gods. Olympus above. Morpheus scrubbed a hand through his hair with a sigh. He picked up his pace and caught up to ther, plastering an apologetic and charming grin on his face.
Morpheus was not one to lose his place in a sentence. But in his defense, the goddess in front of him was a picture of supreme beauty. Subtle pout, gorgeous dark hairโwait, he knew those nails. A gentleman would not reveal how he knew them, but heโd often woken up from his dreams with, uh. Yeah. You get the picture. His eyes studied her face, slackjawed as he tried to find the words to voice the sluggish-yet-rapid thoughts churning through his hungover mind.
After a few awkward moments of staring, he finally managed to speak.
As he left the bathroom, he realized he was hearing a voice further down the hallway. Finally, someone who could direct him to something to fill his stomach. Or find some godsdamn aspirin. Morpheus set off down the hallway to catch up with the voice, soon realizing his swaggering gait was not quite fast enough to close the distance between him and other gods who were much more awake than he was. This just wasnโt his morning, was it?
It was starting to look creepy, him just following slowly behind the goddess. Dear gods. Olympus above. Morpheus scrubbed a hand through his hair with a sigh. He picked up his pace and caught up to ther, plastering an apologetic and charming grin on his face.
โHey, uh, do either of you happen to know where I can get some grub? Or aspirin? Iโve got the worst hangover in the heavens andโโ
Morpheus was not one to lose his place in a sentence. But in his defense, the goddess in front of him was a picture of supreme beauty. Subtle pout, gorgeous dark hairโwait, he knew those nails. A gentleman would not reveal how he knew them, but heโd often woken up from his dreams with, uh. Yeah. You get the picture. His eyes studied her face, slackjawed as he tried to find the words to voice the sluggish-yet-rapid thoughts churning through his hungover mind.
After a few awkward moments of staring, he finally managed to speak.
โDream girl? Youโre a goddess?โ
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