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[outside]
'Why are you so afraid to look me in the eyes' those words dug deep, the perfect bait for such a beast. Clay wasn't afraid of anything, at least not that he would admit to himself.
Clayton's stubborn streak saw him foolishly take her challenge and twist his head to stare intensely into the deep abyss of those enticing yet unnerving purple eyes.
His thoughts more erratic and frantic this time, pushing deeper, more personal and more vulgar in vain attempts to distract her from the thoughts he wanted to keep hidden. A strange deep anger rising within.
Then a break through and clarity was attained as Alex hit a memory just outside of the desperately hidden vault. An aftermath of what he didn't want her to see. Clays erratic thoughts and defences fell aside as he too was caught up in the moment, the lost memory. His focus and the emotional turmoil it raised created an impenetrable wall as Alex attempted to dig deeper or tried to pry past it, but was forced to live it with him.
* There was a young teenage Clayton, panicked, fear stricken, and kneeling half naked on the floor. Blood stained his hands and death surrounded him. The walls were closing in and he was all alone. Tears streamed down his face and his throat ached from screaming. Helplessness ached deep within his bones as his uselessness crippled him under the weight of the world.
With both hands he lifts a heavy cold metallic item to his chest, a gun, the barrel lined to his heart he begins to squeeze the trigger. *
A sudden new wave of wild undistinguishable thoughts washes over his mind. Wild, primal and aggressive. They are uncontainable and non navigable, pushing back against Alex's intrusion. Washing through and attacking her like a fierce torrent. Even if she could hold her ground there was nothing left to gain, but the strong wild agitated yearning for freedom.
The bottle from Clay's hand drops to the floor and smashes against the ground, glass shatters everywhere and the liquid splashes about and just as suddenly his hands firmly grasp Alex's shoulders and he fiercely slams her hard against the tavern wall.
"Stay out of my head!" He snaps at her in a deep guttural growl. His his eyes boring into hers. His face, stained with a deep dangerous burning aggression, hung so close to hers she could feel the warmth of his breath.
Alex had agitated the pent up fierce rage of the beast that boiled within and now it seemed on the brink of exploding.
Any further attempt to enter his mind will be met by the same chaotic, wild, animalistic mind. Even for a trained telepath navigating the anger of that mind and it's frustrated rage would be taxing....And Clayton lives with it everyday.
[outside]
'Why are you so afraid to look me in the eyes' those words dug deep, the perfect bait for such a beast. Clay wasn't afraid of anything, at least not that he would admit to himself.
Clayton's stubborn streak saw him foolishly take her challenge and twist his head to stare intensely into the deep abyss of those enticing yet unnerving purple eyes.
His thoughts more erratic and frantic this time, pushing deeper, more personal and more vulgar in vain attempts to distract her from the thoughts he wanted to keep hidden. A strange deep anger rising within.
Then a break through and clarity was attained as Alex hit a memory just outside of the desperately hidden vault. An aftermath of what he didn't want her to see. Clays erratic thoughts and defences fell aside as he too was caught up in the moment, the lost memory. His focus and the emotional turmoil it raised created an impenetrable wall as Alex attempted to dig deeper or tried to pry past it, but was forced to live it with him.
* There was a young teenage Clayton, panicked, fear stricken, and kneeling half naked on the floor. Blood stained his hands and death surrounded him. The walls were closing in and he was all alone. Tears streamed down his face and his throat ached from screaming. Helplessness ached deep within his bones as his uselessness crippled him under the weight of the world.
With both hands he lifts a heavy cold metallic item to his chest, a gun, the barrel lined to his heart he begins to squeeze the trigger. *
WHOOSH!
A sudden new wave of wild undistinguishable thoughts washes over his mind. Wild, primal and aggressive. They are uncontainable and non navigable, pushing back against Alex's intrusion. Washing through and attacking her like a fierce torrent. Even if she could hold her ground there was nothing left to gain, but the strong wild agitated yearning for freedom.
The bottle from Clay's hand drops to the floor and smashes against the ground, glass shatters everywhere and the liquid splashes about and just as suddenly his hands firmly grasp Alex's shoulders and he fiercely slams her hard against the tavern wall.
"Stay out of my head!" He snaps at her in a deep guttural growl. His his eyes boring into hers. His face, stained with a deep dangerous burning aggression, hung so close to hers she could feel the warmth of his breath.
Alex had agitated the pent up fierce rage of the beast that boiled within and now it seemed on the brink of exploding.
Any further attempt to enter his mind will be met by the same chaotic, wild, animalistic mind. Even for a trained telepath navigating the anger of that mind and it's frustrated rage would be taxing....And Clayton lives with it everyday.
