forget all the names we used to know
A thousand thoughts drown him, unbidden. “Why would anyone want you in their head? Why should I even care? What else can you do? What else happened in the Field? Why did you go with me? Why did you go with me? Why …”
“For the love of -” Crevan spits suddenly, closing his eyes as if blocking the very sight of Voltage would bar him from gorging on the unspoken words in his head. The shifter boy has always been a solemn creature, prone to bouts of silence and moody reflection. It was the first time he felt truly exposed (embarrassed, really) and the sting of his new recruits calm demeanor only serves to drive him further into himself and therefore further into needless anger. It’s only the bitter lash of truth from Voltage that snaps him out of his temper - and none too soon since the bay has already lifted a hoof in threat.
“Wait,” He breathes then, expelling pent up frustration in the form of a deep sigh. “just wait.”
Fuck him. The telepath was right. It only serves to remind the youth that his own talents were yet veiled - Voltage had no knowledge of his wolf form, or that he could breath fire. “Well, now he does you idiot.” Conscious prods, and Crevan groans outwardly. “This is all just so damn much for me - it’s giving me a headache.” He admits, turning about to pace from one edge of the trail to the other. “I’ve never come across your ability before, it startled me. I can’t even stop my own mind from saying something regretful. I have no idea what you can and can’t hear.”
That admission halts him. With a hopeful glance to the elder stallion Crevan’s momentary lapse in decorum is entirely forgotten. “Can I keep you from hearing things I’m thinking?”
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