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[lemuseedesmiroirs]

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Note: Âmes sensibles, s’abstenir!

Je m’en revenais à peine que je me suis jeté au lit. Il ne prit qu’un instant avant que je m’endorme dans un profond, mais si paisible sommeil. Je me réveillai aussitôt.

J’étais enfin conscient de ma rêverie: je rêvais en toute lucidité. J’étais dans mon propre univers, et celui-ci s’autodétruirait d’un instant à l’autre. Jamais je n’avais senti une telle liberté. Que ferais-je donc? Que pourrais-je donc essayer? Je me laissai emporter par une obscure et malsaine curiosité. Ici, je pourrais franchir chaque limite morale et braver chaque interdit, et ce, sans causer le moindre problème.

Je commençai mon aventure chez mon voisin. J’entra sans cogner. J’ouvris la télévision et la mis à plein volume. Je l'attendais. C’est à peine si je pu l’entendre descendre les marches en trombe. Il entra dans la pièce, furieux. Vous auriez dû voir son visage, il était tout simplement hors de lui! Il criait, c’était à prévoir. Je le tus simplement d’un large coup de couteau de cuisine à la tempe. Il s’effondra instantanément.

Ce sentiment, celui d’avoir enlevé la vie semblait m’avoir tant empli... Empli d’un sentiment tout nouveau pour moi. Je me sentais comme si j’avais volé la vie. Comment un acte aussi violent pouvait-il amener autant de liberté?

Dans tout bon récit policier, le criminel se doit de cacher le corps. Je jouai le jeu, euphorique comme un enfant et son nouveau jouet. C’est avec minutie que je retirai chacune de ses dents pour empêcher son identification judiciaire. Je saisis le couteau à nouveau question de lui trancher mains et pieds—pour la même raison. Ce n’était toujours pas assez. Je fis chauffer une poêle en téflon, puis lorsque je jugeai qu’elle fut assez chaude, je l’appuyai lourdement contre son visage. De brutaux crépitements emplissaient maintenant la pièce. J’y mis toute ma force. Il en resta défiguré. Malgré le fait que j’aie pu encore continuer, j’avais beaucoup trop hâte à la suite. Il était assez tard. Je pouvais désormais traîner le corps jusque dans la forêt tout près sans éveiller de soupçons. Je m’occuperai du sang plus tard. Je marcha, puis marcha encore jusqu’à finalement apporter mon trésor à sa cache. Après cette calme randonnée pourtant continuellement troublée par l’effort de trainer un objet si lourd, je l’étendis doucement contre un arbre. L’adrénaline tomba et la fatigue pris le dessus aussitôt. Je fis demi-tour et retournai chez moi, tranquillement. Mission accomplie, personne ne semblait m’avoir vu.

Je m’en revenais à peine que je me suis jeté au lit. Il ne prit qu’un instant avant que je m’endorme dans un profond, mais si paisible sommeil. Je me réveillai aussitôt.

Ce matin, j’allai marcher dans la forêt tout près. Sur mon chemin, je rencontrai mes propres traces de pas. Sur mon chemin, je rencontrai du sang. C’est alors que je compris…

 Vous auriez dû voir mon visage, j’étais tout simplement hors de moi!

© Alexis Tremblay 2021

[heartconvict]

Question Starters

‘ do you feel alright? ’ @lachrymosestorm​

     The question caught him off-guard for just a moment. A pause in his step as he cast a glance toward the woman. Genuinely, he felt  PERFECTLY  fine. There were no pressing matters and everything had been rather calm for a while. Presently, he was merely grabbing himself a cup of tea before heading back upstairs to continue his work. Though it was true he’d been pulling a couple late nights— later than  USUAL  that is— but that was normal for him. Surely it couldn’t have been so noticeable. With a friendly smile, he only further concealed this little fact. “ I’m quite alright. I wasn’t aware I was giving you cause for  CONCERN.  My apologies, I suppose that’s not been very gentlemanly of me, has it ? ”

          And just like that the matter was laughed off. For as open and accepting as the thief was with just about anyone kind, he never offered much insight into  HIMSELF.  From separate plans to his own thoughts and emotions there were many things with the tendency to be shared in  SCRAPS.  It went without saying that any bubbling fatigue would also go without mention. “ Thank you for asking, Miss Dez, but there’s nothing to be concerned about. Though I must ask, if you don’t mind, what could have  YOU  up at this late hour ? ”

[heartconvict]

     “ You’ve gotten better, but you still have a lot of improving to do as well. ” Their lessons had drawn to a close. With the setting sun painting a  BEAUTIFUL  sea of orange and red, the master thief was running through the day’s report. There was no paper and pen— nothing at all to stand in for a clipboard. Just a dedicated bullet point list constructed in his  MIND.  With one hand at his hip and the other moving to pluck a stray twig from her hair, he continued to give a rundown of her performance  WITHOUT  missing a beat. “ You can cover your tracks well, but you’re still thinking about it too hard and it’s slowing you down. Remember that  EVERY  second counts out there. These things need to come naturally to you. ”

          A brief pause to gauge her response. He was supposed to be her teacher. That meant holding  NOTHING  back in his criticism or instruction. Yet it proved some difficulty for him at times when he held such a soft spot for women. Not to say he’d dial back unless she explicitly asked him to, but he didn’t want to make her  CRY either.

     “ Your thinking affects your hearing too. I  SHOULDN’T  have been able to sneak up on you as often as I did. It’s good to think ahead but you’re not there yet. You focus too much on one action that you neglect your surroundings... But you’re still  BETTER  than before. ”

     @heartpoisoned  ♡’d

[heartconvict]

“I think it looks natural.”

Jenna Marbles Starters ♡

          “ Do you really think so ? ”

     He gave a careful blink looking into the mirror. The face that stared back at him was surely his own, just completely transformed. Everything from his hair to his clothes was pulled from a separate wardrobe. A tilt of the head that way, then the other. The wig was surely staying in place and the mascara seemed to have dried now. It was one part that Arsène had always loathed to do as he was uncomfortable bringing a small brush close to his eyes. ( He really wondered how a woman did so with ease. ) The rest of the makeup was just about done, save for debating whether he needed more rouge or not. Nonetheless, he shone a smile at himself with dusty pink lips and gave the brunette curls of the wig a playful bounce. “ I’m supposed to be an innocent looking noble daughter, so I tried to take it easy. ”

     With a sly grin he turned attention to the girl, hands smoothing out the skirt of his dress and voice flawlessly taking on the tone of a young woman. It was only one of many he’d copied for use in his disguises. “ The pink isn’t too bold is it ? ”

[heartconvict]

"What is it?"

     “ Hm ? What is what ? ” A teasing little smirk played at his lips, knowing very well what object the detective was referring to. Though he refused to give him the satisfaction of a straight answer and instead opted to try prying a more specific question from him. It was just one of the many little ways Arsène liked to play around. Small, ‘ clueless ’ actions that may or may not be repaid with the ignoring of his presence for some time. “ Contrary to what some might think, I’m not a mind reader, you know ? ”

[heartconvict]

“I will beat the devil in an appropriate place and not ruin my floors.” ( aka 'i cleaned up all the floors pls dont make a mess but van said to be more aggressive so ppl will understand' )

Jenna Marbles Starters ♡

     Eyes widened at the mere beginning of that sentence. It wasn’t like the girl to be so… menacing in her choice of words. Had someone or something managed to aggravate her to this extent ? Given context, he may have even been able to laugh about it. Play along and offer to help find an ‘ appropriate place ’. Without that however, he could only guess at what prompted this. “ Cardia… ? That’s quite a strong statement. Who have you been— ”

          Ah. Wait a second. That would make sense.

     He sometimes noticed their little Princess would come back from certain lessons with a bit of a rougher hint to her personality. ( Which only made sense given a little thought ). And now knowing the root of this, he let out a chuckle. Though he still wasn’t exactly sure what she meant. “ I see. Then I guess I’ll need to talk with a different devil about using kinder words around a lady. It’ll be scary if you start sounding too much like him. ”

[heartconvict]

Clink, clink, clink. The sound of metal being fiddled with -- before an ever so brittle snap and a near-frustrated sigh. She's been at this for a while, but Cardia won't be opening any locks any time soon with how she keeps breaking her tools due to applying too much force.

    The sound of tools repeatedly being  BROKEN  had called his attention for a while now. At first it went ignored— perhaps Impey was fiddling with some new invention and having a rough time. For even a genius engineer wasn’t excluded from running into  TOUGH spots just as a scientist needed to experience  HUNDREDS  of failures before a successful product came to be. But now it had persisted long enough for him to know it wasn’t the resident red head. He was drawn to the sound and the source was none other than whom he’d expected.

         A smile rested on his lips in observation. Arms crossed, one foot over the other as he leaned against the door’s frame. ‘ Ah, that’s no good. It’ll— ’

                                                   ——  S N A P !

         However, his smile only grew. She was just trying her  BEST.

    He cleared his throat to announce his presence before speaking. Calmly, ever so kindly. “ If you have to force it like  THAT then you’re going about it wrong. Remember, when you’re picking a lock, you need to find the spots that click into place  BEFORE you can turn the lock. ” With experienced ease, Arsène took the practice lock from the girl and slipped his own tools out from one of his pockets. “ You shouldn’t be running into all that resistance and if you’re getting  THIS much bend, ” a purposeful misstep, “ then ease up. Pull back and try finding the springs again. Maybe even a different placement. But— ”

                         CLICK !   The lock was open.

         “ It  IS  a bit of an art, so it’s okay not to get it right away. All things come with practice. Now, do you need another set of tools too ? ”

[heartconvict]

Ooh look who is it the thief of the night whaaaat are you uuup in a bout?? //nemo//

     It was a voice that set every nerve on end. One in which just a  SINGLE  word in utterance could spell  DISASTER  for him— and of course it’d spoken more than one. Though luckily the ‘ thief of the night ’ hadn’t been out on ‘ official business ’, he was in fact  HOPING  to get some important reconnaissance work done while certain people were off rotation. However, there went a  WRENCH  into those plans. Quick to act and careful to contain his panic, Arsène faced the scientist, finger raised to his lips in a quiet ‘ sshh ’. And when he spoke, it was in a far more  MUTED  tone compared to the other.

          “ Uh, hi. Listen… ” A quick glance around. By  ALL  strokes of luck it didn’t seem like anyone had heard. “ I’m going to need you to do me a  HUGE  favor and be extremely quiet. ”