Pairing: Artemis/Minerva. they need a name-smoosh. I like Artenerva
Warnings: Kinda depressing. Then all gooey. oh, and it’s A/M (which is my initials :D)
Disclaimer: I don’t own AF
A/N: I was inspired, so I wrote. I haven’t had a lot of AF inspiration lately, and I’m really sorry. I, personally, like this. Kinda. I wanna do more on this pairing, and Minerva in general, along with a return of my Opal-love. Either way, please keep the pairing flames to a minimum.
She wonders, idly, while lying in his arms why she stays. It’s unbeneficial, and her life is constantly at risk. There isn’t a twenty-four-hour span where she doesn’t think how completely plausible it is for them, and their children, to be bombed in their sleep. She has a fortune, both family and self-earned, of her own. She doesn’t financially need him. Her children are not very attatched to him, with the amount of time he spends away. She doesn’t need him, she wants to tell herself.
She wants to leave, to go, like he isn’t her first and only friend. She wants to go, and be her own person again, not a half of a whole. She’s too dependent, it’s sucking her in, and she hates it.
Then, suddenly, just as she is about to get up, and start experimenting and theorizing like she does whenever she doubts why she did what she did, made decisions with too high risks that she regrets, he shifts in his sleep and mumbles.
“Minerva,” her husband, her Artemis, groans in his sleep, before constricting his arms around her waist as though he felt her thoughts.
She smiles, just a bit, and remembers. He is her only friend, the only person she ever met and felt true respect for. Artemis is her favorite person. She loves him so much . . . It’s a slight superiority complex, the only one she loves is the person most alike with herself. She doesn’t mind, though, because he has a similiar complex that makes sure he’ll never cheat. That she’ll be his only one.
He’s also one of the few people he trusts. Without him she’d never feel safe, never let her babies (even though they’re seven and ten years old) out of her sight. Yes, she knows there’s danger, but she never feels threatened.
She snuggles further into his chest, and murmers, “I love you so much, Artemis.”
He’s groggy and half awake. “I love you too, Minnie. You’re my world,” he mumbles, then dozes back into sleep. He’d never say that anytime else, not if he knew what he was saying.
Minerva is so glad she stays.