27. Nero
She was so adorable. Sydney was so happy with just putting her wings away and taking them back out again.
I couldn’t wait to teach her to use them, but we were a ways away from that.
They were here and no longer fragile, but she was going to have to exercise them before they were strong enough to carry her in the air.
There were other things we needed to worry about in the mean time. Wrathhog needed to teach her to control both reading thoughts and having her mind read. She was also helping us prevent our minds from being read.
Which was important. Sydney could lock someone out of the secret passages at Lucifer’s now that she had magic and we could only discuss any developments around each other, but the Fallen kept showing up uninvited.
They didn’t have to creep around dusty passageways when they could creep around in our thoughts.
Which Wrathhog obviously knew because she went straight to mind reading.
“So, what we did before is helping. If I try to read your thoughts, I can hear them, but they are muddled. I have to try harder. That goes for all of you. It’s a good thing.
It’s going to be easier for me to teach you to block your thoughts from others than it’s going to be to teach Sydney to only hear thoughts when she wants to. ”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to want to.
There are some things you should never lie about, but if someone asks your opinion about something harmless and giving your truth is going to cause harm, then I think it’s okay.
You should be able to let someone think you like an outfit or haircut they clearly like without your thoughts betraying you.
No one should have to hear it if someone is thinking nasty thoughts about their body. ”
“Good answer. Every time I’ve had a little listen once I could control it, I regretted it. I’d say you should practice on these three since they are attached to you at the hip, but listening in when you’re starting a relationship with someone is instant death.”
Kujo visibly paled, but he couldn’t hide from me. I was picking up lust from him way before she saved his life and exploded his entire family. He was fully on board the Sydney train now but was really shitty about talking about his feelings.
I had nothing to hide. I thought she was beautiful and perfect. I had no problem telling her or anyone else that either. The only time I had negative thoughts about her weren’t even about her. It was about me fucking this up.
“Ew, with a side of ketchup. You can love someone and be annoyed with a one time minor thing. No one needs to hear your thoughts about that.”
“I’m not talking about what. I’m the daughter of a Prince of Hell, but you’re the child of the King of Hell. People will fake feelings for you to get close to you. It’s pretty devastating when you’ve caught feelings for someone and they are faking it.”
Except I wasn’t. Celix wasn’t either. The only person faking it was Kujo, and that was only because he was pretending he didn’t like her. I had no problem tattooing that on my ass.
“I get where that would suck, but I trust these guys. I don’t need to peek. I could see where it could be useful for people I don’t trust. Right now, I can’t keep anything out, but I also can’t filter it, so it’s like being in the audience before a concert.”
Kujo looked less like he was about to poop his pants, but honestly, he should just say something. It was unbecoming of a half Fury to be afraid of some feelings.
We started with mental shields again because all of us being able to block our thoughts was paramount. For something so complicated, the process was pretty simple.
I was pretty sure no one was working as hard at this as Kujo and it had nothing to do with the fact that we didn’t need whoever took Lucifer reading his thoughts and figuring out he had another vision.