[In a situation like this, Edward would ordinarily move to defend himself, throwing up an arm to block Schuldig, raising a hand to strike him in retaliation. But for some reason, nothing happens. The signals are never sent, his arms remain stationary, like limp noodles. He can't even move his legs, can't even try and evade him. Is this Schuldig's doing as well?!
But before he can even ponder that new question, something happens. All of the thoughts running through Edward's head, all the burning questions he desires to answer, are intertwined with a multitude of voices. He winces in pain, both from Schuldig's grasp and from each and every single loud voice shrieking shrilly in his mind. He's drowning in thought---this is an overload, a complete and total overload. This much power, this much access to the minds of others... it's insane. It's absolutely insane.
His panicked eyes dart down to Schuldig. He can't even reach up to try and wrench Schuldig's arm away, he can't even struggle against this. He only barely manages to open his mouth, gurgling out pathetically---]
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Date: 2011-04-19 05:39 am (UTC)But before he can even ponder that new question, something happens. All of the thoughts running through Edward's head, all the burning questions he desires to answer, are intertwined with a multitude of voices. He winces in pain, both from Schuldig's grasp and from each and every single loud voice shrieking shrilly in his mind. He's drowning in thought---this is an overload, a complete and total overload. This much power, this much access to the minds of others... it's insane. It's absolutely insane.
His panicked eyes dart down to Schuldig. He can't even reach up to try and wrench Schuldig's arm away, he can't even struggle against this. He only barely manages to open his mouth, gurgling out pathetically---]
S-stop. That's---that's enough.