Schuldig ⁽ᴿᴾ⁾
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A fan-written interpretation of...
𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓰 ⁽ᵂᵉⁱˢˢ ᴷʳᵉᵘᶻ ⁺ ᴹᵘˡᵗⁱ⁻ⱽᵉʳˢᵉ⁾

✶⋆ Assassine trained to read minds
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✶⋆ Available for banter on most days
✶⋆ More info below!
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< He even managed to find a smirk, and turned the glass in his hand, before raising it to his lips and taking a sip.

'Telekinesis? Illusion? And who trained you?' he wondered, his mind projecting his thoughts far enough for the other to hear them.
guiltyrose.bsky.social
The soul the eyes would have found was equally dark, but human. A deep pool of emotion, numbed down with alcohol and pain killers. Scars of torture, but not all his own.

And he was alert, his legs so tense that he could jump or run at any moment. But he tried to mask how he felt. >
guiltyrose.bsky.social
"Thanks for the drink," Schuldig mumbled, in a deep but soft voice, using his lips to speak this time.

"I'm more concerned about the how."

Dangerously weird, he decided for himself. This stranger was dangerous.
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< as clear as if he was talking.

"Who the fuck are you?"
guiltyrose.bsky.social
As nice as it was to have his drink refilled, Schuldig immediately tensed up. People don't do magic just like that. The only context in which he had seen this kind of power was... way back, when he was trained. Some form of telekinesis, apparently.

He sent a thought towards the stranger, >
crowleyonearth.bsky.social
Crowley’s hand, still raised, closed and he snapped his fingers and the raised glass of the stranger’s refilled.

Consider it his good deed for the night.
guiltyrose.bsky.social
Shit, too obvious, he scolded himself mentally. He opened his blue eyes a little wider, acting like he had just been pulled out from thoughts - not far from reality anyway. A little nod went to the stranger, and he raised his half-empty glass in a greeting.
guiltyrose.bsky.social
Shit, too obvious, he scolded himself mentally. He opened his blue eyes a little wider, acting like he had just been pulled out from thoughts - not far from reality anyway. A little nod went to the stranger, and he raised his half-empty glass in a greeting.
crowleyonearth.bsky.social
Having hailed the bartender, he ordered a glass of red wine. While waiting for it, he felt eyes on him as he leaned coolly against the bar. Looking around, he noticed the stranger and flicked a hand in greeting. He had nothing to hide.
guiltyrose.bsky.social
He's watching from a corner of the room, trying to determine if this weird guest at the bar is more of an eccentric rockstar weird or danger weird.
guiltyrose.bsky.social
That gin the last night was a terrible idea.

The fifth, at least.
guiltyrose.bsky.social
✶⋆ 𝗦𝗼𝗹𝗼𝘀 & Flashbacks
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< Those golden eyes were staring at the ceiling, waiting for the torture to end.

"Leave him be," the soft voice of his room mate took him back to his bed.

"I'm projecting ain't I?"
He got no answer, just another rush of peace and calm. "Sleep."
And that he did.
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< and held him close. A feeling of sunrays on his skin. Slight, comfortable tiredness. "Go back to sleep. I'll stay awake for a bit."

Just for a second Schuldig thought back to the pale boy down in the basement. He was alone. He had no tele-empathic friend soothe him to sleep. >
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< A sight, then the sound of fabric sliding down the metal frame of the other bunk. "I know."
Of course he knew. He was a tele-empath. Tele-empaths could feel other people's pain. And they also could...

Comfortable warmth rushed through Schuldig's body as his room mate hugged him >
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< Schuldig didn't need to look up. He knew the voice of his room mate, knew the soft touch against his mind. He let him in, so they could talk in silence.
"Nightmares."

"I can feel as much."

"They torture people." >
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< There were rumors about a fire starter, and a boy who could talk to animals.

No pain. It wasn't so much the ability that shocked him, but the fact that down below the school were those single cell corridors. And at the end...

"What's the matter Shu?" >
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< Schuldig had heard a lot about this school. He had seen a lot. The rather fragile and hyper sensible tele-empaths who shared most classes with him. Clairvoyants, precogs and object readers. He would meet them at the canteen or during gym hours. >
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< The boy he had seen... he had never seen him before. It was a face he could never forget - so pale. And those golden eyes like gemstones lined in silver.
He was clearly not a telepath, or else he would have met him in class.

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. >
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< Schuldig woke up drenched in sweat. Was it a dream? A vision?
He was almost surprised he could move, and he stumbled down from his bunk bed, towards the small sink in the corner of the room. From the square mirror his reflection stared at him like a ghost. >
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< For a moment I see a grin. I can hear a chuckle, raspy and unlike my own. Sensual lips and long, pale lashes. Golden eyes.

"Time to fucking leave."
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< I know what's coming. They'll test my pain levels. Because I can't feel pain.

I can't feel pain?
Since when can't I feel pain?

"You're in the wrong head, telepath." >
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< I close my eyes. The next moment I'm already inside. Can't move my hands, can't move my legs. I try to look down... ah right. They strapped me to the bed.
So many scars on my legs, but as I'm wondering about them, they force my head back and fixate it as well. >
guiltyrose.bsky.social
< tiny windows at face level. That's where we're going. That's where we're always go.

Soft cries from room number five.
But have I ever been here before? >