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Stage II: Envy, Jealousy
Title: Jealousy
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Crawford/Schuldig
Wordcount: 297
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stagesoflove challenge. Sequel to Ego.
Schuldig drowned himself in his first cup of coffee of the day and tried to block out the sounds of thousands of people’s minds, stirring and awakening, the growing mass of tangled thoughts. He tried to distract himself. The TV was on. He spared a glance at the couch where Farfarello and Nagi were sitting watching a program. Their esteemed leader was still in the shower.
Fucking Takatori. He had decided that he wanted them to come in early today for some reason, so they’d all had to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to rush over. But they couldn’t leave without Crawford, who was taking his sweet time getting ready.
Schuldig wondered if Crawford was deliberately taking a long time just to jerk them around and further assert the fact that he was the one in charge. Schuldig wouldn’t put it past him.
Bastard. He always had to be in control. Always had to be the one giving orders. Schuldig didn’t mind the whole I-am-the-alpha-male attitude once in awhile. After all, he enjoyed manipulating others as much as anyone else. He could understand it and respect it. But Crawford had a tendency to take it too far, and Schuldig didn’t much like being anyone’s puppet, not even Crawford’s.
It was because of his talent, probably. It was easy to be in control when you always knew what was going to happen. Schuldig hated it. More to the point, he envied it. If he had the power Crawford did, he’d be only too happy to give Crawford a taste of his own medicine, show him what control looked like from the other side. Schuldig grinned darkly at the thought.
If only.
With a wistful sigh, Schuldig returned to his coffee and the voices in his head.
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Crawford/Schuldig
Wordcount: 297
Notes: For the
stagesoflove challenge. Sequel to Ego.Schuldig drowned himself in his first cup of coffee of the day and tried to block out the sounds of thousands of people’s minds, stirring and awakening, the growing mass of tangled thoughts. He tried to distract himself. The TV was on. He spared a glance at the couch where Farfarello and Nagi were sitting watching a program. Their esteemed leader was still in the shower.
Fucking Takatori. He had decided that he wanted them to come in early today for some reason, so they’d all had to get up at the ass-crack of dawn to rush over. But they couldn’t leave without Crawford, who was taking his sweet time getting ready.
Schuldig wondered if Crawford was deliberately taking a long time just to jerk them around and further assert the fact that he was the one in charge. Schuldig wouldn’t put it past him.
Bastard. He always had to be in control. Always had to be the one giving orders. Schuldig didn’t mind the whole I-am-the-alpha-male attitude once in awhile. After all, he enjoyed manipulating others as much as anyone else. He could understand it and respect it. But Crawford had a tendency to take it too far, and Schuldig didn’t much like being anyone’s puppet, not even Crawford’s.
It was because of his talent, probably. It was easy to be in control when you always knew what was going to happen. Schuldig hated it. More to the point, he envied it. If he had the power Crawford did, he’d be only too happy to give Crawford a taste of his own medicine, show him what control looked like from the other side. Schuldig grinned darkly at the thought.
If only.
With a wistful sigh, Schuldig returned to his coffee and the voices in his head.
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Nice POV, much love :)