Life is a Journey (a theyna fanfic)

Feelings

It was a long process, took a full day to get Artemis to agree to it, and lots of chocolate. It then took a full week of moving boxes and finding places to put pictures that Hylla refused to let Artemis throw away. Because apparently seeing the photos was too painful, but Hylla knew that if they just got rid of them that Artemis would regret it for the rest of her life.

And so Hylla's ended up with three boxes full of photographs of a woman she's never even met sitting underneath her new bed and an engagement ring sitting in her bedside drawer. Then, of course, there was the other issue.

Apollo, the idiot, somehow managed to infect both himself and Artemis with the flu. This left Hylla running errands for both of them and attempting to make sure Artemis didn't work herself into an early grave. Despite everything, Artemis was still annoyingly dedicated to that brother of hers and invested in Hylla's admittedly weird career choices. It seemed that the longer that Artemis and she were stuck together the more weird past things that Hylla had gotten involved with were popping up. Starting with her relationship with a hippie at one point and not limited to just bad choices she made in high school.

Artemis, evidently, just loved digging up Hylla's secrets while harboring a fever of 102 and a runny nose.

"I swear to god Artemis if you don't get off my email and into bed I'll put you there myself and sit on you!" Hylla growls after opening her laptop only to find her inbox has already been sorted through. Across the house, she hears Artemis call back.

"Fight me!" it's followed by a coughing fit and Hylla rolls her eyes. For a woman six years older than herself Artemis really needs to learn what the hell she's doing to herself.

"Don't make me come in there! I spent all of last night at your brother's house, keeping him from choking on his own mucus, I am not in the mood!" Hylla isn't actually that tired, Apollo's house has amazing wifi and the most comfortable furniture that Hylla's ever seen, but she'd still rather sleep in the bed she spent four hours hunched over an IKEA manual to build. She doesn't get a response from Artemis and just when she's about to turn back to her computer she hears the crash of plates in the kitchen. With one last groan of frustration, Hylla pulls herself upwards and drags herself into the kitchen to face her workaholic roommate.

She finds Artemis glaring at a stack of plates she had knocked over like it had somehow personally offended her. Hylla simply rolls her eyes, scoops up the porcelain and then, after dumping it in a sink and muttering about cleaning up later, she scoops Artemis up like a child and carries her into her room.

"Hylla!" Artemis complains and tries to free herself from her grip, but Hylla simply ignores her until she's safely set the older woman on her bed and sat on top of her.

"I wasn't fucking kidding," she growls and Artemis glares back at her. Her nose has turned a bright pink color and her eyes look red with lack of sleep. Hylla glares at her harder. "Did you even fucking sleep last night?"

"I finished going through your email," Artemis answers and Hylla gives her the most disappointed look she can muster, she has vivid memories of chasing a sick Reyna around the house in order to get her in bed as a child, she'd rather not repeat that.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving until you fall asleep," Hylla decides and stands only so Artemis can properly adjust herself in the bed. The older woman glares at Hylla and she's reminded vaguely of an angry cat. "Pouting won't work."

"I'm not pouting," Artemis pouts and Hylla shakes her head exasperatedly.

"How old are you, five?"

"Older than you."

"At least I'm not a thirty-year-old pouting in duck pajamas." Hylla grins smugly and Artemis whacks her half-heartedly on the shoulder.