This is my first time writing for this fandom. I wrote this for naiyad because she likes them.
Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me.
Before Black
"Come with me and you will taste freedom."
Schuldig blinks. He's not sure what to think; the elite of elites is standing before him, hand outstretched in an offer Schuldig knows he shouldn't refuse.
Nevertheless, his lips pull back into a smirk as indignation fills his throat. "Even if I didn't go with you, I'll still find it."
"No," Crawford replies calmly, "you won't."
"Is that supposed to be some kind of premonition?"
For a moment, his eyes glow a different shade of brown but in the next second, the flicker is gone. "Yes."
The proffered hand is steady, unwavering.
Thank you for reading! Constructive criticism will be appreciated.