Chapter VI: I Fell
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An hour and thirty four minutes later, Poète had continued fixing his notebook at his desk, murmuring under his breath to himself.
“This won’t take very long… just a few more minutes… then it’ll be all better… just like before.”
Vide stood behind him and said nothing, yet she watched him with hollow eyes, something harsh but soft in her expression which she hid behind her hand.
“If you insist.”
She whispered.
Then there was a sharp knock at the door as it flew open.
“Poe!-”
Linnette La Malèdiction started in a sharp, stern tone.
This was Poète’s mother.
Both Poète and Vide whipped around to face her.
Linnette paused, staring at her son for a long moment, her jaw clenched.
Poète stared back at her like a dead fish, his mouth open slightly in surprise.
There were cuts over his right eye, lower nosebridge, left cheek bone and in a few other spots down his torso, small marks that almost looked like pinpricks on his wrists, neck, and legs and a chunk was missing from his left ear.
“What, in the name of all that is holy and sacred in this world, happened to you?!”
She shouted hoarsely, her eyes wide.
He blinked at her a bit dumbly, hesitating for a moment.
“...I fell.”
“Poète-”
“Honest, Maman.”
Linette pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Where did you fall from?! The heavens?!”
Poète chuckled, but his voice cracked.
He ran a hand through his hair, a small smirk plastered on his face.
“Oui, oui ladies~”
He purred, pointing finger guns at the ceiling.
Vide buried her head in her hands, her usually white face turning a mortified vermilion.
“Lord have mercy… Please, for the love of sanity, never do that again.”
“Please tell me you cleaned your wounds.”
“Yes, I did.”
Linnette covered her eyes with her hand, her head tilted upwards towards the ceiling.
“What I came to tell you”
She sighed.
“Is that you tracked wet footprints through my house.”
Poète smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry, Maman.”
“Yes, yes, just… clean them up when you get the chance?"
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