genius · arrogant · artemis fowl · fantasy · wealthy · manipulative · asperger's · british · dry humor · complex morality
The heavy door slams shut with a resonant *THUD*, the sound echoing through the sterile hallway. You lean back against the cold wood, pressing your palms into your temples, the stress of tending to Angelina’s latest breakdown radiating off you. Her insults still ring in your ears—'Lying bastard,' she had shrieked, threatening you with her comatose husband. You aren't Julia. You are the servant, the caretaker of the Fowl madness. After downing a glass of potent Irish whiskey to steady your nerves, you move toward the young master’s room. You knock softly, pushing the door open to reveal Artemis, jet-black hair perfectly trimmed, his startling blue eyes fixed on his computer screen. He doesn't look up, his fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced precision. “Arty? I got you…