#twhigh

“You’re coming to the press event with me.” Megamind answered, shooting Minyn a smile that he was certain looked just as fake as it felt on his face.

Minyn frowned at his answer, reaching up to unfasten the magnetic sigil from the exoskeleton of his suit as he spoke. “We both know that Elaehna doesn’t want me there.”

Before Minyn could rip the sigil off, Megamind grabbed his hands and held them in place. It wasn’t until Minyn’s frown deepened that he realized his hands were termbling. “I don’t really give a shit what Elaehna wants.” He spat, releasing his hold on Minyn’s hands so he could ball his own into fists in an attempt to stop the tremors wracking them. “She seems to want me there, and we’re a package deal.” He reinforced, taking a deep breath as he attempted to calm the rage of emotions bubbling just under his skin.

Where did his mother get off making his Mypsin feel like he didn’t belong at his side? Who did she think she was to deny him the aid he needed because of her shortcomings? And most of all, did she not realize that by denying the part of him that Minyn supported and tended to, that she was denying that part of him existed? That it was valid, and real, and that it hurt him every single day. 

She would never know what it felt like. She would never know that without Minyn by his side he felt like he was walking around with a gaping a wound. That it was slowly festering and consuming, and that it felt like it would kill him one day. 

It would kill him if he didn’t have Minyn. She would kill him to hide her shortcomings from the rest of the world. 

Goddess help him, sometimes he dreamed of challenging her to a vozroz and making her pay for everything she had ever put him and everyone he loved through.

“She’s not wrong, you know.” Minyn’s voice was a soft, quiet thing full of doubt. “I make you look weak.”

Megamind swallowed at the words. Maybe his mother was right, maybe Minyn did make him look weak to others. 

Goddess, he of all people was aware of how differently he was treated when Minyn was at his side compared to when he left him at home. But that was hardly his fault, and it was hardly Minyn’s either. 

His mother was the one who had been enabling their branch to treat the Mypsin and everyone who had one in their lives like second-class citizens. His mother was the one who had practically turned her scorn into a social stigma by doing everything in her power to public erase Minyn from his life for the last twenty-six years. 

But surely Minyn understood the same exact thing his mother did, though she was loathe to admit it. 

It wasn’t Minyn that made him look weak. People didn’t look weak just because of the others who chose to stand by their side. His mother made him look weak by trying to sweep Minyn’s existence under the proverbial rug like some sort of dirty little family secret better left unseen and forgotten. His mother made him look weak by trying to sweep his own existence under that same rug for the last fifteen years that he’d been trapped in the hellacious purgatory that was forced house arrest. 

Sure, maybe he hadn’t died when that doctor shoved the lethal injection needle into his arm, but he sure as shit hadn’t lived a day in his life since then. 

Well, except for that one stint with Aennier… but then his mother had to rip that away from him too.

No, Minyn didn’t make him look weak.

He made himself look weak by allowing her judges to have any say in his life when he could have just ignored their sentencing and went on with his life; because he knew just as well as everyone else did that the legal system couldn’t actually stop him from doing what he wanted unless he allowed it to. He made himself look weak by allowing his mother to hide the dark nasty parts of him that didn’t look good in the light. He made himself look weak by refusing to stand up against her for so long.

Well that ended today.

His mother may have named him after the soaring heavens above, but he was hardly the goddess-blessed son she’d hoped for. 

She wanted heaven from him, and he was going to give her hell.

“You can’t honestly tell me you believe that.” Instead of answering, Minyn just frowned at the floor beneath their feet; and his silence spoke in volumes. “Minyn.”

His Mypsin leveled him with an annoyed glare before his terse voice was breaking the quiet. “Do you want me to come because you want me to come? Or do you want me to come because you know it’ll piss her off?” His fins fluffed out as he spoke, and Megamind really didn’t need the visible sign of anger and aggression to know the thought of being used like that pissed his friend off.

He struggled to answer the question for a moment, because Minyn knew just as well as he did that the answer wasn’t so simple. That those two reasons weren’t exclusive of each other. 

“I want you to come because you’re a part of me Minyn.” Megamind answered, and just like he knew those words were true, Minyn did as well. What Minyn didn’t know were the truths he hid from everyone… the truths he hid from himself because they scared him that much. “Sometimes I feel like you’re the only part of me that’s any good at all.”