ARTEMIS-THE-FIRSTS POV
Angeline and the twins, along with juliet, were gone to paris. for a little time to themselves. butler was away, in switzerland, for reasons regarding his health. his heart needed some... tuning up, and arty sent him away, concerned for his lover. (authours note, YES i do ship them. no flames, please, this is NOT a slash fic.)
and of course, that is when disaster decides to strike. i looked upon my sick son. he coughed into his elbow. his trained hair gone unruly, and cheeks gone flush. he looked years younger than his aura usally gave off. he slumped into the pillows.
and where there is a disaster, there is a responder.
i rubbed his shoulder in sympathy.
" do you need anything? a glass of water, maybe?
the genus shook his head. god, he looked so much like me. it was freaky." no thank you, father. I am fine." i chuckled at my son, it caught his attention.
" so your fine? are you now? are you really? artemis, you are a smart boy, and that is an understatement. your sick. you know, that the best thing for a cold, my boy, is indeed rest. rest and proper care. so if you would... is there anything you need?"
there was a silence, before a bark like cough emitted from arty. i heald his shaking shoulders. his form as hot as a furnace. my poor boy. his twilight-colouredit of lashes blending with the dark circles under his eyes. seeing artemis in such a state broke my heart. he sighed.
" maybe a bit of earl gray, if you would?" his cobalt blue eyes pleading for him. i nodded, and left him to his company.
this was going to be a long week. but, for my son, it and a million more would be worth it.
