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ficlet: Attraction
I stumbled upon the
stagesoflove challenge a few days ago and really liked the idea. I discovered the challenge too late to participate in it officially, but I wanted to try the idea out anyway. This is the first stage, attraction. I'll see if I can do all five.
Crawford was never sure quite how it happened. He entered Rosenkreuz, intent on finding a smart, obedient telepath to add to his team. He walked out with Schuldig. He had meant to find someone strong, but passive: someone who wouldn't ask questions about his business or interfere with his plans. Yet somehow, he'd managed to get himself stuck with an insolent, irresponsible teenager.
Schuldig was lazy, messy, and most irritating of all, irrepressibly nosy. He went through Crawford's things, and asked dozens of questions about topics Crawford would prefer to keep private. Not only that, he saw nothing wrong with using his telepathic abilities intrusively, and had absolutely no respect for the privacy of one's thoughts. Crawford was aware that it would be probably be wise to send Schuldig back and find another telepath.
And yet….
Crawford studied Schuldig's young body draped over the couch as he watched television.
Perhaps he’d give it a few more weeks.
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Crawford was never sure quite how it happened. He entered Rosenkreuz, intent on finding a smart, obedient telepath to add to his team. He walked out with Schuldig. He had meant to find someone strong, but passive: someone who wouldn't ask questions about his business or interfere with his plans. Yet somehow, he'd managed to get himself stuck with an insolent, irresponsible teenager.
Schuldig was lazy, messy, and most irritating of all, irrepressibly nosy. He went through Crawford's things, and asked dozens of questions about topics Crawford would prefer to keep private. Not only that, he saw nothing wrong with using his telepathic abilities intrusively, and had absolutely no respect for the privacy of one's thoughts. Crawford was aware that it would be probably be wise to send Schuldig back and find another telepath.
And yet….
Crawford studied Schuldig's young body draped over the couch as he watched television.
Perhaps he’d give it a few more weeks.
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And poor Crawford. He doesn't have a clue.
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Love!!
*hurries to the next*
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