#infamousjm

Jim Moriarty. A name to stop time, indeed. The face of nightmares. Evil at its finest and most deadliest. Her enemy and her savoir  Without him, she wouldn't have Art, but she also would have whatever was missing from her life before. She wouldn't have lost Nix. She wouldn't have broken her ankle. She wouldn't have nearly died. Nothing and everything.

"What about him?" Dawning comprehension shocked the girl's legs weak and she shook slightly, "no...nonononono." 

Her jaw was clenched shut, lips pressed thin and nearly twisting up in a vicious smile. See what happens, Noah?  'Can't provide', what a load of bollocks. The girl had done something that she never would have dreamed possible and none of it would have happened if she had come to her. Perhaps now the girl would see how important Artemis was, maybe now she would stop trying to grow branches away from her. 

I'm out of your price range. 

The monosyllabic word had the same effect that an angry slap would have, and in many ways, the girl wished that was what she was receiving instead of harsh rejection from her captor who had became her guardian and in many ways, someone for her to look after as well. Sir flattened his ears against his skull and growled viciously. The girl's shamed gaze stayed on the floor.

"I should have informed you of my intentions," her voice was high and speedy. She turned on her heel and faced the way to her lab, "I'll be in the lab if you need me. Do what you wish to him; he didn't even tell me his name." Fear smarted a deep internal wound and she wondered if she should leave or stay. The situation itself seemed out of touch with reality.

Artemis ignored the cat, staring incredulously at Noah. The child seemed shamed for all intents and purposes, but in her experience, people usually tried to give obviously angered people what they wanted. The air that was going to her lungs did little, feeling as though it was the same that came out. She felt lightheaded in a sort of way that made her want to cut into something and drive the blade deeper and deeper and deeper. 

And now she was going to go hide behind the equipment in the lab? Each moment that passed, Dixon felt more and more as though the girl she had so careful engineered was turning. Like something that was slowly being unravelled before her eyes and the woman could do nothing to stop it. He hadn't told her his name. A sharp pang of something like retribution echoed through her mind like an afterthought.

infamousjm replied to your post: Peony

Oh, we both know that’s not quite true. Your predatory and defensive reactions when I am around show you are emotionally developed—at least to /some/ extent—and thus have negative associations…

Hearing the noise (and sensing a confrontation), Sir Purr strode into the room and sat at the foot of his object of affections. With a nervous twitch, the teen bent down and picked him up. He quickly climbed to her shoulder and sat, staring with icy eyes at the woman and digging his claws into the adolescent's sore shoulder slightly to keep his balance and remind her that he was there.

"I-I-I know it's yours, b-but that's my room," stuttered on the dark haired girl. She swallowed and watched Sir's feet before she tried to speak again, "and...you can't provide that kind of a thing..." the tips of her ears turned violently red, "sex, I mean..." 

The cat on her shoulder kneaded extra hard and she glared at him. He didn't look at her, concentrated on Artemis.

The hit woman's eyebrows knit tightly together. Sex? She wanted sex? Her nose scrunched in strong distaste and Artemis looked over the girl with poorly concealed confusion. She had known that Noah was... That she had... 

Her thoughts were disjointed and halting. "You can't provide" The words rang through her mind in rote. Her shoulders set rigidly and Dixon was barely aware of her body leaning away. Can't provide. "NO." It wasn't meant to be verbal, but the single syllable burst spontaneously from her lips. She bit her teeth around the silence that followed, wishing that she had kept her mind focused. The pulsing anger was eating away at her each moment, leaving a crumbling hole in it's place. She knew she could rebuild easily enough, she'd done it plenty of times, but the pieces that fell away were like an handcrafted pattern of gold leaf. The woman was seeing the rotted and weak surface underneath and knew that the beautiful outside would have to be a different pattern. The artist that had done the original piece didn't need her anymore. Noah was a big girl now.