*Glares* I’ll let you know right now, you’re not getting it tonight if you keep acting like this.
*Glares back* I’m not acting like anything! Go on, what’s your problem, pet.
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*Coolly raises his eyebrows at him in response*
*Impatiently* What now?
*Snorts, pushing him aside and stepping away*
*Stiffly,* What the fuck?
*Gives him a look* Jim. You fucking know what.
*Grits his teeth, taking a step forward* Do I, now?
*Clenches his jaw slightly* Yeah, you bloody well do.
*Rolls his eyes* Um, yeah, sure… *Eyes him up longingly*
*Snorts* My eyes are up here, Jim.
*Smirks* Certainly there are more interesting things to look at, darling.
She heard that. She wasn’t deaf. She of course had the weapons stashed upon her body. On her wrists. On her thighs. Everywhere. She stepped away from him. “I wouldn’t recommend it. I could very well fight back. Don’t you remember? Skilled in shooting, hand-to-hand combat, spying, gathering information, and working cases.” She shot him a glare. This man had ruined her. She thought of her new case; to find her sister Thistle. Of course, Jim did not know. Jim did not even know her last name.
“So, go ahead and come at me with that small knife. Tried killing myself.” She smiled as she walked. “Jumped off a cliff. Cut my wrists. Gun to my head. Nothing really works. Boring, isn’t it? And here you come, thinking of killing me. To boring, James Moriarty. That’d be a boring death. Don’t you want to tie me up…? Toy with me for a bit….? Make me pay for the humiliation I caused you?” she smiled at a biker and turned to look at him.
“No, James. You want to torture me. I’m just like you.” She chuckled a bell like chuckle. Hell, maybe she was insane. What did she care. From Jim, this behaviour was normal for himself. He wouldn’t find it strange. She thought about that night.
Waiting for him to sleep… Slipping the rope around his wrists. Seducing, intimidating, and interrogating him. It was fun. She wanted to do it again. Maybe she could. She’d just have to get him alone. She made up her mind about where to go, and set off down the street, heels clicking on the pavement.
He shrugged his shoulders. He wondered what she took him for. Of course he remembered. “It makes it more fun, though, don’t you think?” he asked. Besides, if she was threatening him, it wouldn’t work; he never really cared much about living anyway. He could hardly care if she could fight back or kill him or not.
He sighed. She wasn’t too bright, was she? “Then you obviously haven’t seen what I can do with a knife,” he replied easily. True, he always hated having to get his hands dirty, hated to have to stain a new suit, but it was a distraction, at least. He was the most dangerous man in London for a reason.
“Just like me?” he laughed at the thought. “Nooo,” he singsonged. “You’re boring. And you seem to be on the side of the angels, now.” He regarded her scornfully. “No, darling, I don’t want to kill you. I will kill you. I’ll toy with you, obviously. Savor it.” his expression betrayed his lack of interest. “Trust me, it won’t be booooring, noooo, not at all.”
He remembered what had occurred that night. The embarrassment. He stalked after her silently. He could sense that she made up her mind and smiled very slightly to himself. Hopefully things would get a bit more interesting from there.
*Coolly raises his eyebrows at him in response*
*Impatiently* What now?
*Snorts, pushing him aside and stepping away*
*Stiffly,* What the fuck?
*Gives him a look* Jim. You fucking know what.
*Grits his teeth, taking a step forward* Do I, now?
*Clenches his jaw slightly* Yeah, you bloody well do.
*Rolls his eyes* Um, yeah, sure… *Eyes him up longingly*
*Coolly raises his eyebrows at him in response*
*Impatiently* What now?
*Snorts, pushing him aside and stepping away*
*Stiffly,* What the fuck?
*Gives him a look* Jim. You fucking know what.
*Grits his teeth, taking a step forward* Do I, now?
*Coolly raises his eyebrows at him in response*
*Impatiently* What now?
*Snorts, pushing him aside and stepping away*
*Stiffly,* What the fuck?
He’s just a pet. I’m treating him better than most other employees, so~