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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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?]

[He knew Silva wouldn't make things easy. He already feels like he knows him better than he should. The telepathic link isn't exactly helping with that either.

But there he goes thinking questions and not voicing them which totally throws James off his current train of thought.]

Only one way to find out. [He moves himself away from the prison, finally, and heads over towards the frosted exit, knocking for one of the guards. The man who enters is curious but formal, and possibly slightly bemused by the double-oh summoning him in and staring silently. After a lengthy and somewhat awkward minute, James sends him off again with a muttered apology, then turns to Silva once their alone again.]

Anything?

[A sigh, sitting himself crosslegged on the floor of his pen.] Just us, then, hm. Well, it was worth a try. No getting into madame mother's head, sadly.

[He would have thought that one but figured he might as well just say it intentionally. And while James was poking about, cautiously prodding before, Silva's stalking around the agent's mind and trying the same. He doesn't think he's going to find anything he needs, certainly, but one can't blame him for being curious.] What do you suppose you'll tell her? Nothing at all?

[There's definitely something he can feel, an unwanted intrusion in his mind, the tickle and scrape of something that he can't quite put his finger on. He pauses in the middle of the room, hands in pockets, as he furrows his brows thoughtfully. There's little of value in there that Silva wouldn't already know, he considers, and any memories he doesn't want were locked away long ago that even he struggles to recall. James' mind, on the surface, is quite a simple thing, full of nothing but current plans and knowledge that only applies to the situation at hand. He's actually quite a pro and compartmentalising is something he appears to do quite naturally.]

Hn. She won't believe this. I still don't believe this. [He doesn't particularly want it, either.] Doesn't matter, anyway, you'll be gone in a few hours and we won't have to worry about it. [That's assuming this only works close range...]

Are you certain about that, James? [I'm here to stay, at least for now. Even death couldn't get rid of me. What does that say of your chances?

Well, even if there's not much to get from Bond that he doesn't already know, he can still play around with this newfound...ability, is it? He can already send images, thoughts, feelings across this connection, unwittingly. Or deliberately. He does wonder...]

Will you stay a while, perhaps, to feel this out? It's quite the opportunity, after all, and you want to dig out what you think I have hidden up my sleeves, if anything at all.

[Shit.

What if this is something more than a close proximity thing? What if he'll be able to hear Silva the other side of the world?

Maybe... maybe it might be best if he could hint at getting his company killed off instead of put into high security prison. Surely M wouldn't be adverse to the idea, so long as it can be suggested in the right manner.

Actually. He should really stop thinking about this sort of thing while Silva can read virtually every fucking thought he's having.

Piss off.]

Do you have anything hidden up your sleeves?

Oof, I don't think we do executions in this country anymore, James! As for my sleeves, you could come in here and check them yourself~

[Or he could come in and something else entirely could happen. He can't help a little innuendo, but it gives him an idea of a couple of buttons to push. Something to try.

Sex, after all, is a familiar subject to the both of them. Why not give it a try? Silva digs up the memory of sensations, the idea of bodies rutting against each other, the phantom touch of hot breath and slick flesh and all of that pleasure to mindlessly push through. He keeps his eyes locked on James, calm on the surface but oh so curious to see if the experiment has an impact.]

[Trust Silva to think of the most inappropriate use for this sort of thing.

But that's... that's actually very good stuff. Erotic and very real. More like a recalled sensation than some made up thought. James can almost feel it, or at least remember how it felt. Which is odd because it's not even his memory.

Thankfully he's got enough self-discipline to keep it in his pants (for now), huffing out a sigh that covers for any stutter of breath, while forcing himself to lock eyes with the other.]

I'm not coming anywhere, Mr. Silva. [He can do innuendo too. It'll hopefully distract from the fact that he's still trying to wrestle his mind to think of anything else that isn't sex related. But once the mind is on sex, it's a vicious circle trying to not think on it.]

[We'll see.

The bodies tend to be faceless, just curved hips, bouncing breasts, tight asses, twitching dicks--men or women, it's never really mattered to Silva before, no reason to start now. But specifics filter through. Severine, for example. Oh, James should be most familiar with her frame, shared between lovers, at least for a night. Hitching breaths and shaking frames.

We agents, so notorious for our killing and our bedroom skills. Who knew they'd go hand in hand so well?]

[It's impossible not to have his chest heave a little faster and his eyes gain that tell-tale hunger, but Bond is quick to move, closing in on the cell and twisting away to rest his back against the clear surface. With arms folded, he can quite casually lean, not having to look or face his company and avoiding too much further visuals beyond these mental images.

Hn, if you're looking for some in return, I'm afraid I don't kiss and tell.

James seems eager to try clearing his mind again, breathing deep as he slips his eyes shut. It might work rather beautifully, were it not for the distraction of a fine ass or particularly good set of breasts that throw him off, just enough to have him straight back to the thoughts of sex again.

Pack it in. As threatening as he can make his own thoughts sound.]

[Just us in here, James. No need to be so shy. Why, if we can keep this secret from her, think of what else we could get up to without her ever knowing.

It's a delightful image, the one right in front of him rather than any in his head. Turn around. Are you afraid to let me see you?]

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