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Theses voices in my head are leading me on,

Dec 03, 2008 14:59

WHO:Schuldig and Crawford
WHAT: Fall out from the week 2 visions
WHERE: Schwartz House
WHEN: Night of 249

( These conversations kill me, )

Ω brad crawford, Ω schuldig

Comments 17

ohnoyouwont December 4 2008, 01:41:19 UTC

Crawford dropped his pen and watched without seeing as the Mont Blanc fountain pen rolled on this desk, teetering at the edge. Schuldig had called for him, but it wasn't his usual demanding tone, this sounded serious and while Schuldig had a knack for the overdramatic -at the worst possible times no less- the pain he felt at the periphery of his mind, where it met his partner's was quite real.

He caught the pen before it fell, put the cap on, and slipped it in his shirt pocket before making his way to Schuldig's bedroom.

Crawford opened the door, although he didn't have to, he could tell the German wasn't there through their bond. He was probably downstairs, then.

As he came down the stairs, he saw his telepath, crumpled near a window. With a few long strides he was by his side and kneeled down next to him, who looked ragged and distant, his blue eyes empty. Perhaps he should have saved himself the trouble and simply stepped into Schuldig's mind from upstairs, but old habits are hard to break.

"Schuldig?"

iknowwhatyoudo December 4 2008, 02:11:15 UTC

Schuldig was swearing. German with some English thrown in for measure. He reached for and grabbed hold of Crawford’s arm, dragging himself up. His voice hurt. But then, everything hurt right now.

His senses were scattered, but he could feel Crawford next to him and he knew it was Crawford because he’d called out for him, and heard his name. But more than that, he felt it was Crawford, however much his brain felt like it was being chewed by rats and leaking out his ears. He could still feel Crawford there in his head.

He took a few hissing breaths and then turned and dumped the vision back on him, closing his eyes miserably.

“Was zum Teufel ...Es schmerzt wie verrückt.”

ohnoyouwont December 4 2008, 02:39:30 UTC

Schuldig, at first, didn't even seem to notice him. Crawford reached out and dabbed at the redhead's face with the tip of his fingers, his hand coming back bloody.

Rubbing his index and his thumb together he finally frowned and addressed his partner: "You look like shit."

Crawford didn't even flinch as Schuldig tossed a... was it a vision? into his mind, instead, he just stood there, his eyes a little glassy, as he looked inward, watching.

He saw himself. And he knew he had never lived through this scene.
And that he never would.
But that Farfarello had talked about something similar...

iknowwhatyoudo December 4 2008, 02:53:32 UTC

"I feel like it." He replied unhappily, making no move to try to get up off the ground.

He was getting sick and tired of visions. Before coming here, he hadn't had more than an educational instruction in them, but since he'd been here, he'd been smack twice by Crawford's, and now this. Although the results weren't as bad with the mental link they'd built, he still didn't like it, and he was starting to want to keep away from them completely if they had him bleeding blood out of his head.

"You can keep your visions, alright? They still hurt."

ohnoyouwont December 4 2008, 03:00:10 UTC

That's when it dawned on him.

"Fuck."

He sat down on the floor, next to Schudig, tucking one leg under him and bending the other. Mechanically, he propped up his elbow on his knee, and brought his hand to his face, accidentally smearing blood on his forehead.

"This one wasn't mine..."

His brown eyes narrowed in on Schuldig.

"This one wasn't mine."