GOODNESS I loved the shit outta Sense8 and may have went a little overboard with this one. I just kept writing and writing, and even though I decided to skim over some parts, it’s still getting pretty long, so I decided to just split it up into two parts!! So here’s the first part!
When the visions first began, Cullen thought he was losing his
mind. He was still a young Templar recruit and spent the entire
day struggling through his training with a skull-splitting headache.
At the time, he didn’t think much of it. He was too focused
on fulfilling his dream of becoming a Templar to allow a mere
headache to get in his way.
However, while he rested in the barracks for the evening, he was
awakened by the sounds of creaking bedsprings and heavy panting.
Who could be so shameless as to do such a thing in a room full of
other men? Cullen pulled a pillow over his head, hoping to
muffle the noises, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t
ignore what was happening just a few feet away from his own cot.
Cullen sat up, prepared to yell at the culprits to go find
someplace more secluded, but as he took in his surroundings, he fell
speechless. This wasn’t the barracks. He was in what
appeared to be a brothel room, with two men quite vigorously engaged
in their intimate activities.
“Maker’s breath!” he gasped, starting to feel panicked.
Hearing Cullen’s interjection, one of the men pulled away from
his partner, scrambling to cover himself with the blanket as he
stared at Cullen with bright gray eyes. “How did you get in