bakerstreet | Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

Telepathy. The ability to hear the thoughts of others and pry into other minds. Suddenly, you have it. Or maybe you always had it.

And now you're connected, for better or worse, to another person, for who knows how long. You can feel their thoughts and, more alarmingly, they can hear yours. You share dreams, you can feel them there constantly, you their joy and their grief.

INSTRUCTIONS;

1.] Post with your character name, canon, and any preferences you may have.

2.] Try not to leave just a blank comment. Maybe write a little scenario about what your character is thinking or feeling, something their partner can pick up.

3.] Whoever tags you now shares a telepathic bond with your character.

4.] When tagging, you may roll 1-5 Extent and for How on the RNG if needed.

EXTENT OF TELEPATHY;

1. Sudden Onset Limited. It's a bond limited to exclusively you and your partner.

2. Sudden Onset Unlimited. You and/or your partner can hear the thoughts of others, but it's largely uncontrollable. And you retain a special bond with your partner that you can't block off.

3.] Experienced Limited. You've had your bond for a little while now, and have some experience with controlling it. Limited between you and partner.

4.] Experienced Unlimited w/o Partner. You've had telepathy for a while, but having a bond with your partner is new and confusing.

5.] Experienced Unlimited Partners You and your partner are pretty used to this, and either you, or both of you, can use telepathy on other people.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

1. Genetic. Baby, you were born this way. Maybe you didn't know it because it was a recessive trait and only appeared at a certain age. Maybe it's a mutation. Your partner shares this genetic trait and, by proximity, you've been bonded.

2. Government. Generic "The government is responsible!" Either you consented or you did not, but you've been partnered by an act of your government... or someone else's.

3. Experiment. You started trying to just bend spoons and... whoops! It was an experiment. Either you planned it or an enemy/evil scientist is responsible!

4. Through Strife/Friendship. You got really close, whether by sharing a hardship/trauma or just being together and getting on.

5. Really Intense Sex. Smut option. Guess it was so mind-blowing that you literally connected minds.

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meme by

terrabelle

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[The whole thing had been a little too easy. Granted, James was competent enough to make a lot of things look easy, but apprehending a cyber-terrorist with very little struggle (beyond those few thugs he'd had to kill) just seemed a little... simplistic. Things so very rarely worked out quite so smoothly for him. Perhaps that's where his paranoia lies. One job well done and he's suddenly questioning himself. But what was there to question when the villain was locked away and surround by armed guards?

He'd watched for a time, ignoring any conversation thrown his way. Professional until the last and waiting oh so obediently for M to show up and take over. He stands, silent and watchful at all the interaction between the fallen agent and the accomplished leader, merely creasing his brows in curiosity at the scenario unfolding. Poor, crazy bastard has had a tough time of it all, Bond can't deny that, but he's sure there's more than one side to this story. Still, what's displayed is raw and honest and difficult to misinterpret. An agents worst nightmare of capture, torture and failed suicide.

It hits Bond suddenly, like a bolt of lightning between his eyes. A migraine arriving faster than he'd thought possible and his temples attacked by sharp jabs of pain. He handles it well, keeping out of M's field of view as he subtly presses a palm to his temple, runs the hand through his hair and then shoves it back in his pocket, but he can't shake it off. There's more to it than a simple headache. There's odd memories and emotions carefully leaking through that he swears aren't his.

M departs with Tanner without a glance to him, and Bond's glad for it. He doesn't follow. More than ever, he's drawn to his company, even waving the guards off to stand back behind that frosted glass and leave the two of them in peace. He keeps his distance, teeth gritted as he watches, silent, uncertain and just slightly disoriented.]

[It's one of the moments that Silva has waited a long, long time for, to confront M once more. To look her in the eyes. To show her, face to face, what she did to him. He has to admit, it's all rather overwhelming, but it's as it should be. Endgame is coming, and he now feels ready for it.

But M isn't the only one on his mind, occupying his thoughts. And it's not even intentional. A match struck in his mind, illuminating the dark and damaged corners of his mind. Sees, in his peripheral vision, Bond react at nearly the same time. There's something else there. Silva can't tell what yet, but it almost doesn't bother him, not with everything else going on, not with the plan, with M, with the release of burden from showing off his wounds and seeing her face. Perhaps to some it would be jarring, the simultaneous love and hate, the twisted views he holds of his former employer, but he's held them for so long in his broken psyche that it makes perfect sense, balances out perfectly in a way that at least allows him to remain functional.

They're alone. There's a trickle of someone else. A big difference between guessing people, which Silva can do fairly well, and something...well, something much different. Something he can't yet name. Something from James.

He leans his head against his clear confinement, dark eyes locked on James when they are alone. Alone on purpose. The agent wants answers without asking. Silva would laugh if he had it in him right now.]

Not going to run under mommy's skirt, James? Not going to ask her all your unanswered questions with nothing but a look in your eyes?

[There's something in Silva's eyes. Something beyond the usual crazy. For a second James could swear there's an understanding between them, but he's crushing that out as quickly as it appeared.

It's impossible to explain in words just what is going on in his mind right now, but he knows that it's something far more in depth than a simple wave of sympathy for the ex-agent. There's knowledge. Things he can't put his finger on but things he's sure he didn't know only seconds ago.

With a grunt of an exhale, James draws himself closer to the prison, halting a few feet away and looking up at the captor with a level indifference.]

I think you can answer just as much of that. [He pauses, although has the distinct look that he wants to say something else, hesitating for a few drawn out seconds before deciding upon:] What was that, just now?

You tell me. Bothering you, hm?

[But it's bothering him, too. Not quite as much; certainly Silva finds it interesting.

He can feel it, something like--sympathy? Pity? Understanding? Edge of his consciousness, but there nevertheless. Silva's eyes slide shut, and he lets out a long exhale, relaxing stiffening shoulders, letting himself go, just a fraction. It's so hard to concentrate right now, even with all that's coming, because of all of those emotions that have been building up for so many years. Let it all flow out of him, let it settle back down in him. And perhaps... It's not just for him. It's a test. It's curious. Let go enough, and maybe something else will flow in, or out, whatever is between them suddenly.]

Hardly.

[The assumption had been that Silva was behind this, somehow. It's a ridiculous assumption to make, in hindsight, but what other explanation was there for it. James doesn't even know what it is.

And while Silva may find this little breather of his relaxing, Bond is hit with it all full force. Was that apprehension? He's got no reason to feel like that... Never mind, it's all seeping away, gradually retreating from the forefront of his mind to leave him with his own thoughts again. Thoughts that are currently twisting around the work ahead, and yet more focused on the male in front of him.

Don't be so bloody ridiculous, he tells himself, your imagining things. He'll blame it on lack of sleep. Only explanation for it.]

[It's so curious. He hasn't felt this whatever-it-is from anyone else, not even M, of all people who would be obvious. What exactly does that say about the two of them, then? Closer than either of them had imagined? Silva gives a little sight, meant to sound contented, but anything but.]

Mm, are you, though? You've quite the imagination if so.

[He doesn't actually realize that James didn't say it aloud. He heard it loud and clear as if he had.]

[But he definitely didn't just imagine that.

What Silva just said, just then, was a reply to something that wasn't even voiced. Unless... unless Silva was talking to himself. Always a possibility from that crazy.]

I didn't say anything. [He sounds certain of that.]

Of course you did. As much as I'd love to have your voice playing in my head all day, I...

[His expression crumples up, a sudden confusion welling up to replace the intrigue. Eyes open, pulls his head back to actually see the agent clearly now. Didn't say anything? How--?

That's the realm of science fiction. Ridiculous.]

More like fantasy. [He corrects.] Science fiction is at least occasionally believable.

[Wait. Did Silva's lips even move for that? It was almost as if...

Shit. Shit shit shit.]

What the hell did you do?

What did I do? Perhaps I should ask you that instead. What can I do sitting here of all places?

[Quite a bit. But that's not actually the point, because whatever's going on here and now, between them, is not his fault. He stands, paces back and forth in agitation, in thought. Slams a palm up against the clear surface and lets those dangerous feelings flow through him, anger and irritation and a very clear dislike for this situation. What the hell is this supposed to be? Why should he let anyone into his head?]

What trick is this?

[Quite a bit? Oh, so you've already got something up your sleeve, have you? Bastard.

Those feelings aren't something Bond is used to, stoic as he is, and especially coming from someone else. He almost mirrors Silva's movements, instead halting to slam his fist against the prison and grunt out his annoyance. He can't think like this.]

Stop it. [Snarled out while he tries to drag his mind away from all that anger.]

[James can't think? What about Silva? But he has to admit, seeing the same sort of emotions running through the agent, because of him, is actually quite entertaining. It's giving him half-formed ideas of control, but it's far too soon for that.]

Stop what, stop thinking and feeling? Good luck with that.

[It doesn't help that Silva is a little emotionally compromised. M's fault. This situation. He's given himself away honestly, to the marrow in his bones, and it's not something he can just stuff back inside of him in an instant. But maybe this is a good deal. Maybe, instead of just being the poor, crazy, dangerous fool, he can be understood. What if this could happen with M? Be even closer...]

[This is all too raw, too unfiltered for him to deal with. His head is killing him. But he remembers that pause that Silva did, the steady breathing that started to clear everything, and for once James considers than perhaps a bit of patience really will pay off.

He supports himself against the clear casing with a hand, slips his eyes shut and inhales slowly, exhaling evenly. Each thought, feeling and memory is slowly set aside while he tries to clear his mind, just like he does before the start of every mission. It's no easy task, especially not with the given company, but he seems intent, managing to mutter while he's at it.] Just shut up for a second, would you?

[Silva falls back to his knees, in front of James, to watch him. Anticipating. Eager. Anxious. But he tries to set the rest of it aside, focus on this rather than the rest. Face to face. Sets his hand up where James has his rested. Feel it out. Let's explore this opportunity. Please understand. But he doesn't say anything. Certainly wants to try and figure it out, maybe dive into this chance. He might let James in, but he'd love to see more of James.]

[James has no idea how this works. He still has his suspicions that this is some elaborate trick, but this all seems beyond the capabilities of even Silva. Maybe it's these old tunnels, maybe it's the similarities these two agents share, maybe... it could be anything, but this sort of thing doesn't happen in their world. Mind reading has and always will be magic tricks and conmen, not something that's actually feasible.

Still, he allows himself to slowly crack open his eyes and look at the face in front of him. How the hell is he meant to do this? Can he get into minds? Is it just Silva's or everyone?

Alright, he thinks, we'll start easy. Can you hear this?

Clear, concise thoughts, still locking his gaze to Silva's and quite obviously not doing a ventriloquist act.]

[Silva hears. And he laughs, something manic at the edges. This is insane! (Thinks the insane man.) Licks his lips, nods. Maybe they've both cracked completely, or maybe somehow their situations have managed to peer into an area between science and magic entirely--whatever has happened, he has to wonder what it's going to mean between them. The immediate future. (The very near future, the endgame, coming so soon.)

And you can hear me. Each other. Well, this would have come quite in handy but a few hours ago, don't you think? He goes for one of his wicked grins, but the corners of his mouth barely lift.]

[Fuck, he's lost it. After all this time, now is the time for his sanity to take a nose dive. With this psycho of all people.]

Might even come in handy now. [James comments out loud, more out of instinct than realisation. One does tend to speak when they're having a conversation, not stare intently into one another's eyes. And yet he is still staring, still focused, and cautiously probing forwards, trying to sort through his memories and thoughts and separate them from the mess of Silva's own. Trying to pick out what doesn't belong and focus in on it. Perhaps if he tries hard enough, he might find something interesting. Trouble is, seek too hard and he might find too much of what makes Silva the man he is today.]

Ah, yes, the captive, the prisoner, what else can I do but sit here and let you try and pick at me? [Silva gives a long hum.] I can feel that. It almost tickles. Seems like there's something you can actually be gentle with in your life.

[James will, however, want to be practical about it. Mother did teach him so well, after all. So any possible plans he has, anything about the near future, he's going to try and not let himself think on it. Besides, this is quite the distraction.

Of course, neither of them exactly have control, either. Some things filter through that just can't be helped. He's going to pick up whatever James inadvertently deposits and keep hold of it. And James...will do whatever he will do with what comes through from Silva.

What do you think you're looking for? Baring my soul to mommy wasn't enough? Would you like more?

Because even though he can, when he has to, agent training after all, set his prominent feelings aside when he must, they aren't banished completely. He can bring them back at any moment, the heaviness of his heart at seeing M, how small, how aged, the woman he would have given anything for staring him down like nothing (oh, but he knows she's not so blank inside, knows there are nerves struck, even if she never shows it on the surface~); the feeling of relief and finality at, yes, finally seeing her face to face, to look into her eyes again.

Even he can't describe his own emotional state, removing his face plate, seeing her react, is this a dream, is this really happening, all of those years coming to a head...? A tear down his cheek, it's coming to this, the end is coming soon, and it's everything and nothing like he imagined it would feel like--]

Is that what you want, James?

[Of course James tries to seek out only the most useful and relevant things to him, but that proves difficult when he isn't even sure what he's looking for or how to look for it. It feels like he can only scrape the surface, and once Silva starts focusing in on something, Bond is overwhelmed and unable to barge past.

Once the focus comes on M, it seems virtually impossible to escape, his own mind overrun with a point of view that isn't even his with concepts and ideals that he's never even thought upon. It's emotionally exhausting. More than James is used to, feeling as though he's the one that's just spewed his heart out.

There is, however, that one thought that reverberates around him. The end is coming soon. What end? Perhaps Silva merely means being locked up. That is, after all, quite a noticeable end to the life he was previously leading... Bond is certain he's just being paranoid. There's not a way out of this place.]

I don't need your self-pity, Mr. Silva. But, if you're eager to make this about 'mother'... [It's nothing too big, but James is soon bringing his own memories to the forefront. Little snippets of jobs well done and the approval from M. Never a smile and nothing too congratulatory, but from her, a simple 'well done' was like a knighthood. And the pride he could get from it was strong, smug but oddly humble.

She always did have her favourites.]

[She loves her special sons. He's been one before, was one for many years before being given up. And now his brother takes his place. Only fitting, he supposes.

Silva has some similar memories, a somewhat younger M, different locales, but similar in approval. Even something that looks like a smile, now and then, in more personal rather than professional moments.

He gives a scoff of a laugh, tugged out of him, and leans against the containment. It's a life that he misses, in his memories. Things were much simpler as an agent.]

She has such a surprisingly strong love. It makes letting go that much more painful.

Mm. [James isn't surprised to see similar coming from Silva, from past memories that belong to a man from before all the crazy. A name that James has yet to be told but gets a feel of from these thoughts that aren't his own.]

What did you possibly hope to achieve from all of this? There must be more to it than simply seeing her. [Perhaps asking questions will unwittingly bring things to the forefront. Find out what's really going on behind all of this, and just why there was such a big game before the inevitable capture. Silva must have known he'd be capture or killed the moment he started playing with fire.]

Oh, I think I know better than to tell you everything. [If he can help it.] I could have seen her at any time. Perhaps even after my recovery! And yet, I lurk in shadow until I can strike.

[It's unintentional, but even remotely mentioning it brings a flash of the pain attached, part of his skull damaged beyond what his body could ever possibly repair on his own. Missing teeth, sagging face, a fit of metal, a glimpse of scar tissue.]

Why do you suppose, James? Do you think you can glean this information from a broken man's thoughts?

[Never has questioning a prisoner been quite so painful as it is today. Even that simple question has got results that have him grunting out a soft noise of discomfort, lowering his head for a moment as he raises a hand (the other still pressed against the prison) to run down his face. His fingers unconsciously trail against his cheek bones and down his jaw, reminding himself that these aren't his memories, however real they might feel.]

It'd be a hell of a lot easier if you just told me. [Finally lifting his head again as he answers.]

It would, wouldn't it. [But he's not going to, of course. That would ruin everything. Backup plans at this point are not favourable for him.]

I'm sorry, James. We'll perhaps have to learn to control this...whatever it is. [And it's an honest apology, too. His experiences are not the kind that anyone should have to live or relive, and it wasn't an image, a memory, that he intended to share between them.] Do you think... [...that this will work with anyone else?]

Raoul Silva | James Bond

1 and 4 me thinks :|a

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