I wish I owned Artemis Fowl. How I wish.
She loved books.
It was as if she literally devoured them. Artemis noticed the few times when her nose was not buried in ink and letters, she seemed twitchy. Nervous. Her foot would tap and her brow would wrinkle, and while others wondered what was wrong with the pretty girl, Artemis knew. She was simply hungry.
And so she ate. She ate and devoured the information. The words slowly revolved in her brain, then shot to all parts of her body, nourishing and sustaining her. She relied on the knowledge above all else and counted on them as her lifeline. Escaping into the letters was the only thing that kept her going.
Artemis was often surprised she didn't blow away like the page of a book she was slowly becoming.
He was, however, not surprised to learn that her heart was as black as the words that kept it beating.
Another Minerva experiment that ended up casting the girl in a bad light. Dang. I really can't help it. This was inspired by the dictionary. com word of the day. I took the part of the word "Pedant" that meant "relying on books" or "a person holding books in esteem". I hope you like it and aren't tired of my drabbles yet :)