A/N: for Persephone's flower, hope you enjoy it. Post-TTC, but pre-BOTL.
12. rendezvous.
It's well past midnight when he finally sneaks into the dark silver tent that belongs to Artemis' lieutenant.
She sighs in her sleep as he slides into her blessedly warm sleeping bag.
He whispers her name softly, but she's obviously exhausted and won't wake. But his arm wraps around her waist and he buries his face into her dark hair.
"Luke," she murmurs, half stirring from sleep, half still dreaming. He presses his lips to the curve of her neck, and she sleepily rolls over to pull him closer.
He has damned her, but this certainly feels like the opposite.
