SEMI HIATUS- WILL BE BACK DURING THE WINTER HOLIDAYS
SEMI HIATUS- WILL BE BACK DURING THE WINTER HOLIDAYS
Dear all, I’ll be away for a week or so, because I’m going to Japan! :D Anyway, I realize I owe some of you replies (peregrintookswife, llunalovegood) and other people etcetera, but I will get right back to them when I come back (or later, because school starts then :( ) but yes, I’m always free for plotting, I’ll be on mobile!
Stay safe everyone! xxx
- Thank you?
He enjoys the game. That’s the only way to put it. He loves the thrill of it, beating James Moriarty at every twist and turn, leaving his signature behind at places he’s conquered. He’s never felt so alive. Nothing too big, or else there won’t be any empire to rule over with his new.. business partner.
And now this. An anonymous text, with an untraceable number. But it’s not too hard to guess whom it could be from. Obviously not James Moriarty himself, he would prefer to send messengers to do his dirty work for him- the King of Crime surely had someone at his disposal.
So it’s narrowed down to two possible choices. Sebastian Moran, the spider’s right hand man, or Irene Adler, his left wing woman. The obvious choice would be Irene Adler. Moran has an unfortunate reputation of killing the people he’s supposed to negotiate with, and Moriarty certainly wouldn’t want to destroy his new toy. He plans to seduce Artemis over to his side, or so the young genius thinks.
He goes to the abandoned warehouse, at precisely midnight, with adrenaline coursing through his veins. And he waits.
It wasn’t usual that she made house calls, or runs like this if you will. After all, her talents were usually much more useful in other area, but this was a special case. After all, Irene did love to play with the big boys. Despite his youth, Artemis had promise and she was interested in him to say the least. Intellectual individuals always caught her interest, and to know that he was giving someone like Moriarty a hard time, well…that was just something else. Such…potential. Jim knew she would be interested, every once in a while he threw her a bone like this. Surely not for favouritism.
Irene arrived at the warehouse before midnight. After all, she had to be there to greet her guest, be a gracious host per se. Idly she sent off a few unimportant text messages as she waited - read through John’s latest blog post with a small smile on her face to keep her entertained until she heard someone enter the abandoned building. Lifting her weight off the wall she had been leaning on, the click of her heels echoed off the wall making her presence immediately known.
"Hello, Mr Fowl," she greeted coming into view, wide doe eyes making her seem almost innocent. Though anyone who knew Irene Adler knew she was far from that and she had no doubt that by now, he knew who she was, "I would introduce myself, but I sure the anonymity of my text message was hardly even needed,"
"Ms Adler. I apologize for my tardiness, I did not realize you would be here so early." he knows he is precisely on time, but yet, best to appear humble and gracious, although he is anything but that.
"Right, down to business we shall go, if that’s alright with you? I find pleasantries tiresome, and you of all people should be tired of them the most." he smiles, not at all rude, but merely wishing to hurry the proceedings slightly.
"Now, what does Jim Moriarty want with a humble Irishman such as myself?"
“The name is Artemis Fowl the Second. And yours?” he asks politely, although it seems rather strange in these circumstances now that so much has been said (or, not said) and done. He knows she goes by an alias- Vera Perkins. Uninventive and common, but it certainly served the purpose. Now, when everything has been revealed, he wonders if she will allow him this small victory in knowing her name.
He knows everything about her- or, what she has allowed him to find out about her. A lost soul, drifting towards nowhere and no one. He feels sorry for her, secretly, but he won’t allow himself to show it. After all, business and personal thoughts should never be mixed.
"I have a preposition for you." he says, slowly, allowing the words to ring through the silence, like clear water. He lets her understand the words, before he speaks again.
"I want to study you." he says, and then holding up a hand to stop her words. Words and fury that he’s sure will come after his statement. “And in return, I will keep you safe and protected, in Fowl Manor."
"I know what is going through your mind. Indignation. Contempt. You wonder how I could possibly protect you when so many others have tried and failed. Well, I assure you, Miss Perkins- or whatever your true name is, that I have my ways." he pushed his glasses further up his nose. “And I await your decision."
”You could study me as much as you wanted, could. But you wont ever know me. To know someone, you must see them for who they are behind their eyes—” She must have read something similar, she thinks she has anyways. She might not even believe in the words she said. But it matches so well with her poker face expression, which melts against her features when she finally decides to sit down.
So I’ll let the words soak and permeates.
She’s cautious approaching her final answer. It’s sure an odd offer and one that makes him different from the other people she had thought was a true threat to her. And to her, she usually based threats on if they could take her back to the lab.
Which she can’t have. No, she wont go back.
"Vera. Sometime Minks." Well, weird. It’s been quite awhile since she’s used that nickname. She used to go around saying her name was actually Minks. Though, it always just sounded like a nickname. And when she obtained a fake birth certificate and an I.D. — mainly used for convenience, she didn’t want to steal every time she rolled into a bar.
“Maybe..” It’s toned down more than her previous speech. Because it’s tempting, because she’s tired. Her lifestyle is a strain.
"And why do you assume that I will not ever know you? You shall be living in my house, after all. Perhaps we shall become friends, perhaps it will be nothing more than an experiment, and we shall part indifferently. But do you really want to continue living in this way?" Artemis asked, knowing that he would hit a soft spot with his words.
He can see her visibly draw back, perhaps thinking of being put back into a lab.
"Vera." he brings her face up to meet his. "I swear on my grandmother’s grave, I will not ever, do any experiment which you are not comfortable with." he says, hoping that the words will comfort her, although he is very eager to be able to do this experiment.
Darlings, I am so sorry for my sudden disappearance, But my parents are (very sadly) restricting my access to my computer and tumblr because I need to study for my O-levels (which are two years later but oh well asian parents haha) so I suppose I’m going on hiatus? Sigh, I’ll miss you all so much, but well, if you want to contact me, just message me and and I’ll give you my email or skype name! :D
I will be popping in now and then to reply to threads, but I won’t be here in the long run. IDK, NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE :(