𝐬á𝐜𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐮 [roguefort x almond cookie]

sácre bleu

"What do you want now? You got all the money! You won!"

Roguefort prowled around the room with a smirk across his face, as he swirled his champagne flute, the chandelier light catching its every move in sparkles. "On the contrary, my dear detective. I've won what you thought was enough for me. But God and I only know what's the limit."

  Grinning, Roguefort picked up the bottle of champagne, and gestured towards Almond.

"Thirsty?"

"Where. The Hell. Is my daughter." Laughing, the smug cookie poured the detective a glass, before leaving it on the desk in front of him, regardless of his current tied up state.

  "Somewhere. I mean, she wasn't really a concern to me- it's not like she was actually a threat to my goals. That," he said, before taking another sip, "was your responsibility. Ah, and what a brilliant job you did! I'd imagine that I'd get you the finest women and wines the kingdom has to offer for your services... once the necessary paperwork for me to take over is finished."
  
   Almond looked away with an expression of disdain on his face, the ropes around him doing nothing to contain the thick trenchcoat upon his shoulders. "And what about you? What will you do after your coronation? It's not like you could steal any of your own jewels, of course," Almond replied bitterly, alas to the reply of Roguefort's maddening laugh.

   "You're so funny when under pressure, detective. It runs down the family, for sure. But yes, good question. I suppose I'd want the same as what I've proposed for you. Wine, women... and notoriety."
   
   Almond simply raised one eyebrow, highly doubting the statement before him. "Notoriety? You've got enough of that already for days. And, uh. Pardon my intrusion, but I didn't think you were all that into girls."

     Roguefort paused for a moment in fake offense, before grinning. "Et toi, and yet here we are. Well, you can't trust everything about me, right? I like disguises," he mused, before straddling on Almond's lap. "...but do you?"

    Pausing for a moment, the detective looked to the side, and behind to a tattered bounty poster in the bin. "Why are you doing this? To me- To us all?"
 
     For once, Roguefort well and truly laughed, a gloved hand over his mouth as his back arched back. "For the power. I love it. The jewels... stealing them gives me an ecstasy that alcohol cannot fulfil. I love it, Almond, I love it! The charm of Phantom Bleu," he continued, as he brandished the sapphire mask of the same disguise from his waistcoat pocket.

   "The adrenaline of being hunted down for a couple million bucks... No, not just millions, thousands- billions! The feeling gives me things beyond just desire."
  
    Almond cookie bit down on his lip, an expression of disgust on his face. "You're a monster."
 
  Roguefort, in return placed an index finger on the other man's mouth, before fixing the mask onto Almond's face and leaning in.

"And I want to be your monster."

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yall that's the end nothing more happens

EDIT: i lied. new chap coming soon