hit me, baby

[knightwings]

Ask Me Anything is a meme in which you (or I in this case) post a message saying "Ask me anything", and people ask questions in the comments.

There are no rules. Content and number of questions per reader are totally up to you. If or when you respond is totally up to you. IC or OOC is totally up to you.

Comments

this amuses me more than it should

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Er.

...

...

It depends.

Me too

[demifemme]

On what?

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

On...who the person in question is, I suppose. Among other things.

[demifemme]

*Shura raises an eyebrow.* ... other things being... if you have a chance to crash in it, maybe?

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

I always have a chance to crash someone's bed, Hitoshura.

[demifemme]

So you slip in people's bed in their sleep? *OHAI EDWARD CULLEN.*

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

I - no - well, it depends, it is how I work and -

[Flustered, at this point, no-one has asked him of this before. Ever.]

[demifemme]

... I guess as long as you don't molest anyone. *And you don't peek on her and her girlfriend when they're... not sleeping.*

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

What? No!

[This is the most vehement he can get.]

I am not similar to those gallivinating gods of Olympus, if that is what you are asking.

[And hell, he's made that mistake countless times for countless lovers, ugh.]

[demifemme]

So... what? You make people fall asleep? Give them dreams? Nightmares?

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Yes, basically.

Sometimes, though, I merely observe. And speculate. The mind is a curious place.

[demifemme]

Yeah, you tell me.

So what is YOUR bed like? *grins!*

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

[a-aah uh getting flustered brb]

It is a couch, of Ionic motif. White cushions. Black silk sheets, woven Night. White down pillows - more pillows that one can count. And plants. The usual sort. Poppies, marijuana, morning glories...

[you know, your everyday hallucinogenic plants :'D]

Aurora does not dare rise over it. No mortal has ever reached it, and even Iris, messenger of the gods, has trouble keeping awake when she visits.

[here we go more waxing eloquent about greek mythology blah blah]

[demifemme]

Wow. That's not at all what I imagined...

I gotta ask though, can you sleep without all the drug-flowers?

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Well, of course I can, but...it just does not feel the same.

[siiiiigh he wants to plant a crop of psychedelic plants somewhere in the Mall hnnngh]

[demifemme]

*Who knew? The God of Sleep is addicted to sleeping drug!*

... say, Thanatos' your brother, right?

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

[>__> hnngh if his brother's druggie girlfriend knew...]

Yes, my twin. What of him?

[demifemme]

Which one of you's the elder?

[poppiesfield.livejournal.com]

Er, he is.

But only by a few seconds.

[....linefacing :|b]

[demifemme]

Well, since you guys are twins, it makes sense. I was just curious.