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Once again I am reminding folks to stay the hell off Twitter, that shit gives you mental illness

He is blindfolded. That is the first thing he registers. Then:

Footsteps.

"There's something beautiful about the body, isn't there?"

Clinking noises.

"The way everything is connected, and it all works smoothly. One flawless machine."

A small, uncomfortable, pained laugh.

"Well, not flawless. A delicate thing, the body. Easily broken. Easily -- corroded. Like silver."

Silence, then -- again, footsteps. Closer.

"But when it's healthy ..." A hand running down his chest, tracing from breastbone to navel. "When it's healthy, it's breathtaking. There is a reason we find portraits to be art, do we not? The body itself is art."

A nick, at the diagonal between neck and collarbone. Exactly forty-five degrees.

"You are very beautiful, Enjolras."

A light dragging sensation following the angle, down to the sternum. The same on the other side. Slight pressure at the vertex, running down the line the hand traced earlier. Only afterwards is the tiny sound of skin breaking registered; the blade is sharp.

"I want to see all of you."