Jim’s mind buzzed with lies, possible things to tell her. A long lost family member? No, that’s weird. A close family friend? No, why would I be living in London? ”Details, details.” he said in his sing-song voice. ”I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Miss Saxon.” He didn’t know to what point she had forgotten, but she seemed to be answering to Mackenzie, so it had to be somewhere between meeting him and the death of Eric. ”My condolences on your fiancee, by the way.” he added, hoping that part would hit home.
She nodded slowly, still struggling to understand everything. He seemed like the type - well, she’d heard rumors about a man named James Moriarty, and with the way he spoke, this could be the one. But Mackenzie wasn’t anything all that special - still, she ignored his comments and instead asked him, “What’s your full name?”
A small smile flitted across his face. He knew that look oh too well. She was examining him, trying to see what he was thinking. He knew her exact thought process when she asked him that question. ”Moriarty.” he said, his Irish tone dancing in his voice. ”James Moriarty.” He watched her reaction carefully, unsure of how she was going to react.
“Mackenzie stop it..” he started, his voice low and his tone warning until he realized that she really didn’t know who he was. A million ideas fell through his head on what to do until he finally regained himself and smiled softly. ”I apologize. I’m Jim.” he said, offering his hand. He was completely winging it, not sure of how this was going to play out.
She stepped back at first - something about this man wasn’t right, there was an air about him that made her uncomfortable, and the way he spoke to her certainly did nothing to help it. After a moment, however, she reached a tentative hand towards him - a demon, maybe? Some kind of shapeshifter? Her mind went through the lists of possibilities as she shook his hand, slowly. “Right,” was all she said before folding her arms over her chest once again. “How the hell do you know who I am?”
Jim’s mind buzzed with lies, possible things to tell her. A long lost family member? No, that’s weird. A close family friend? No, why would I be living in London? ”Details, details.” he said in his sing-song voice. ”I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Miss Saxon.” He didn’t know to what point she had forgotten, but she seemed to be answering to Mackenzie, so it had to be somewhere between meeting him and the death of Eric. ”My condolences on your fiancee, by the way.” he added, hoping that part would hit home.
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OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED
I HAD A SINUS INFECTION THAT WAS REALLY BAD AND I COULDN’T HEAR AND I COULD BARELY BREATH SO THEY HAD TO LIKE DRAIN FLUID FROM MY HEAD SO THAT LIKE MY BRAIN WOULDN’T HAVE TOO MUCH PRESSURE ON IT OR SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW ALL OF IT LOL
Jim turned around, an amused look on his face. The smirk faded however when he saw that she was completely serious. ”Kenzie, I’m not in the mood for games” he said in a dangerous tone, his eyes darkening as he looked at her. ”Now let’s go.”
“I’m not playing any games, and if you don’t tell me who the hell you are, I’m just going to go,” she barked, motioning behind her. Of course, she doubted she would - curiosity was bound to win out, and this was definitely worth being curious about.
“Mackenzie stop it..” he started, his voice low and his tone warning until he realized that she really didn’t know who he was. A million ideas fell through his head on what to do until he finally regained himself and smiled softly. ”I apologize. I’m Jim.” he said, offering his hand. He was completely winging it, not sure of how this was going to play out.
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WELL WHY DIDN’T YOU COME BACK DAMN IT I WANTED ANGST
I KNOW I’M SORRY I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL ALL WEEKEND AND OF COURSE THAT’S WHEN MY JIM MUSE DECIDED TO COME ALIVE.
“Very funny, Kenzie. Now come along we’ve got things to do.” Jim turned his back to her and pulled his phone out, checking his email, but not checking to see if she was following, assuming that she would.
She hesitated - he knew her name, that wasn’t right. She’d been here a day, and she certainly hadn’t met this man before. “How the hell do you know my name?” she shouted at his back, folding her arms over her chest.
Jim turned around, an amused look on his face. The smirk faded however when he saw that she was completely serious. ”Kenzie, I’m not in the mood for games” he said in a dangerous tone, his eyes darkening as he looked at her. ”Now let’s go.”
“You’re not excused, darling. It doesn’t take 2 wees to get home from Milan.”
“I think…” she paused to lick her lips, eyeing the man in front of her suspiciously. “I think you’ve got me confused with someone else.”
“Very funny, Kenzie. Now come along we’ve got things to do.” Jim turned his back to her and pulled his phone out, checking his email, but not checking to see if she was following, assuming that she would.
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YOU MISSED SO MUCH VIVIENNE DIED AND CAME BACK TO LIFE WHILE YOU WERE AWAY
WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT
I SHOULD HAVE COME BACK EARLIER MOTHERFUCKING TITS BITCH
NO ONE GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BE AMAZING WHILE I WAS GONE.
“Yes, well nothing ever is. What took you so long, Kenzie, France isn’t that far away.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re not excused, darling. It doesn’t take 2 wees to get home from Milan.”
