They stared out from their flat prison with their blank, white, naïve faces, spread out in a neat spray – not very unlike the pink roses he had almost bought her.
– He had thought they would have confused her, given her a new side of him to think about. And things had been going so well lately with her that it just wasn't worth the risk. (Ah, excuses, excuses, just to make up for his embarrassment.) And yet her icy blue eyes had stared at him, just as innocent as roses…or were they? –
"Artay, iss yo tun!" A small, pudgy hand tugged at his right sleeve, yanking him from his deep, somber trance.
Oh, how she entranced him, with the wind whipping her blonde hair about –
"Put a hawt, Artay," came a small whisper from his other side. "I did!" Artemis drew his mouth into a line – his infamous poker face.
– Ah, the irony. How could he give away his heart when it had been sold to the devil called her smile? She didn't want it anyway, really – it was a spare… –
But he pulled out the heart anyway as his collapsed, remembering her words. But was it his real heart?
"Phillipe has a heart…and let's face it – when has Artemis Fowl ever showed his? Some even wonder if he has one." Oh, but he could forgive her as she placed her hand on his arm, long, beautiful nails delicately brushing his skin, with that windy smile of hers lighting up his game of life… –
He placed the heart on the table, allowed everyone else to see his ace, and then drew all of the played cards back into a neat pile in front of him. Then he abruptly pushed his chair back and stood up, walking to his room.
As he sat in front of his computer, staring at the picture of her (his desktop), he realized suddenly that he had won the card game.
With a small, devious smile, he changed the picture…
An ace of spades always triumphed. –
A/N: I haven't written in a while…what do you think? ;D Review, please!!