One Shots - Lady Lesso

One Touch (part 1)

From tumblr: iamnotoriginalphil

Since the day you'd been born you'd been gifted with second sight. A single touch of bare skin and you could see the future of someone. Although it was patchy, and didn't always work, any vision you'd had had yet to be wrong.

You'd seen all kinds of things. Births, deaths, marriages. First kisses and last kisses. Inane domestic bliss and sword fights. You never knew what was going to come, but you got one glimpse of their future.

Only one, though.

You'd never understood how it worked. Some people you'd never seen anything with, others it had been the first brush of skin, some not until longer into knowing them. If it wasn't at first touch you'd wait, wondering when it would happen, if it would happen.

It wasn't much of a power, a sort of one and done thing. Most unimpressive. Still, you'd been called to the School of Good and Evil in order to help assess the future of the students. With the newly merged schools, you had to assume it came from an uncertainty about the new future. You were only too happy to oblige.

Dovey had led the charge to get you settled in, freely offering you her bare hand. Nothing at the first touch, but she'd smiled, not disappointed in the slightest. It was nice, knowing she wasn't harbouring disappointment at your inability to perform.

It didn't go so well when meeting Lesso.

"And don't mind her if she's a little cold towards you," Dovey was saying as she swept you down the hallway of the School for Evil, "she wasn't on board with this. Thought it was a waste of time. Not that she's particularly warm on a good day."

Her laugh was high and airy but you could sense the frustration underlying it. You knew exactly the sort of people she was talking about, the kind that wormed their way under your skin until you wanted to scratch yourself bloody just to be rid of them.

With an elegant hand, she knocked on the door in front of her. Not bothering to wait for an answer she pushed the door open, stepping in. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and followed.

You immediately had to take another deep breath. You knew the School for Evil had uglification as a required class but clearly the dean had failed those when she was a student. Resplendent, leaning back in her throne like chair, heavy wooden desk barring any from coming closer, her irritated gaze passed from Dovey to you. You pressed your lips together, trying to calm your heart.

"Why have you brought me this, Dovey?" she asked, turning her head back towards the other woman. Her voice was surprisingly low, husky almost, sending a shockwave through you. You did your best to school your features, but the sound of her voice was the most perfect example of evil you'd ever heard. Inciting and welcoming, asking you to come closer.

"I thought it would be a good idea for you to meet our new-" Dovey began to say.

"Our new Cassandra?" She lifted an eyebrow at you. You felt your cheeks heat up at the comparison, perfectly able to recall the downside of Cassandra's gift. But people did believe you. You had to believe that.

"Lesso." The note of warning in Dovey's voice was appreciated.

"It's very nice to meet you," you said to her. Her eyes swept over you again before turning back to Dovey.

"You know my feelings on the matter," she said, carefully controlling her anger.

"There's no requirement for you to undergo the same treatment as the students," you said, before Dovey could come to your defence, "if that's what's making you nervous."

"I'm not nervous," she scoffed.

"Then I suppose you wouldn't mind testing my sight," you said. Looking back, that was where you went wrong. You shouldn't have egged her on like that.