Gabriel Gray (Sylar) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
complexharmony) wrote2020-11-20 05:38 pm
complexharmony) wrote2020-11-20 05:38 pm
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( Those were definitely a Lot of Words, and one needn't have an ability to see Mohinder's insatiable scientific curiosity just begging to say 'fuck the rules' and do what he wanted. They didn't even need to spend a week or longer with him (though that helped). For all his growth, the man was simply too readable at times.
Sylar exits the car, leisurely sauntering over to lean against the side facing Mohinder. He did not arrive alone. The syringe floats above his finger in its own invisible sphere, akin to an athlete spinning a basketball. )
Sooo... What I'm hearing is... you fantasized about me.
( The drawl is as playful as it is lazy. He heard the scientific words, knew the risks mentioned, had even a solution to most of them, yet still could not resist the obvious joke. )
Sylar exits the car, leisurely sauntering over to lean against the side facing Mohinder. He did not arrive alone. The syringe floats above his finger in its own invisible sphere, akin to an athlete spinning a basketball. )
Sooo... What I'm hearing is... you fantasized about me.
( The drawl is as playful as it is lazy. He heard the scientific words, knew the risks mentioned, had even a solution to most of them, yet still could not resist the obvious joke. )
[Mohinder's gaze gravitates to the spinning syringe, although he does give Sylar a flat look soon after.]
Har har. Although I did fantasize about beating your face in.
[Or reading Sylar's thoughts. Or whatever it might be that'd have a chance at giving Mohinder the upper hand.]
I have no idea what I would get, even if it did work. The serum isn't meant to give powers, just activate what's already there. If it turned out to be something detrimental like Maya's ability...
[He honestly wouldn't even care, but he can't tell Sylar that. Just to have a chance to be special that way, he'd take the risk. If it worked, of course, and now he's sure he's getting his hopes up for nothing.]
Har har. Although I did fantasize about beating your face in.
[Or reading Sylar's thoughts. Or whatever it might be that'd have a chance at giving Mohinder the upper hand.]
I have no idea what I would get, even if it did work. The serum isn't meant to give powers, just activate what's already there. If it turned out to be something detrimental like Maya's ability...
[He honestly wouldn't even care, but he can't tell Sylar that. Just to have a chance to be special that way, he'd take the risk. If it worked, of course, and now he's sure he's getting his hopes up for nothing.]
( Sylar thinks of telling him how little harm punching him would actually do. (Which begs the thought: has the nerd thrown a punch in his life? Ever?) He thinks of being a show off but, ultimately, decides the surprise later will be worth the wait. )
Yet you want to find out. I know you, Mohinder. The results don't matter, it's the discovery. That's the thrill of it for you.
( His fingers spread and the syringe launches itself forward. It freezes at Mohinder's throat, stopping just short of piercing the skin. )
You know what I can do. How I could help. ( He steps closer, circling him, keeping the needle poised. ) Shall we rob a hospital, a chemistry lab?
Yet you want to find out. I know you, Mohinder. The results don't matter, it's the discovery. That's the thrill of it for you.
( His fingers spread and the syringe launches itself forward. It freezes at Mohinder's throat, stopping just short of piercing the skin. )
You know what I can do. How I could help. ( He steps closer, circling him, keeping the needle poised. ) Shall we rob a hospital, a chemistry lab?
[Mohinder flinches. That's just a normal human reaction to a sharp thing flying at one's throat. He looks down at it as it threatens(?) his neck. He knows that Sylar could completely impale him with it. He also knows that Sylar's curious about this, too.
And yes, he even knows how Sylar could help, if he chose to do so. The man's understanding of special abilities and how they work put him in a unique position, which only made it more infuriating that Sylar chose to take from those people instead of help. But that was not the pressing topic here.
He clears his throat and thinks hard about what to do next. He knows from experience that Sylar has decided what he wants, and that means everything would happen very quickly from here.]
I don't want to rob a hospital. If you'd just left me home-- but fine. There might be an empty tube in the test kit. If so, we can take blood now. We'll have to put it on ice and find a centrifuge within a day. Slides and petri dishes. Those shouldn't be hard to find- or pay for, assuming my wallet is in there somewhere. We can analyze it all after whatever it is we're doing here.
[This is a terrible idea. Still, he can feel his adrenaline pumping at the very thought of actually going through with this. He might actually manage to have his own ability!]
And yes, he even knows how Sylar could help, if he chose to do so. The man's understanding of special abilities and how they work put him in a unique position, which only made it more infuriating that Sylar chose to take from those people instead of help. But that was not the pressing topic here.
He clears his throat and thinks hard about what to do next. He knows from experience that Sylar has decided what he wants, and that means everything would happen very quickly from here.]
I don't want to rob a hospital. If you'd just left me home-- but fine. There might be an empty tube in the test kit. If so, we can take blood now. We'll have to put it on ice and find a centrifuge within a day. Slides and petri dishes. Those shouldn't be hard to find- or pay for, assuming my wallet is in there somewhere. We can analyze it all after whatever it is we're doing here.
[This is a terrible idea. Still, he can feel his adrenaline pumping at the very thought of actually going through with this. He might actually manage to have his own ability!]
( Sylar rolls his eyes as he finishes his circling and steps around until he's in front of him again. Leaving Mohinder home was never an option. There were too many fun things planned, and now this syringe on top of his own carefully constructed plans. It was just that spark of chaos he didn't realize he needed. The syringe flies back to his hand, floating aimlessly once more, and Sylar even steps back a couple paces. )
Trunk's open, grab what you need. I do not have command over ice... yet... so we'll need another way. I did see a sign for a truck stop diner and rest stop some mile or so back.
( Laying out options, offering tips and insight. The role of assistant, only this time, he had no intentions of sabotaging Mohinder's work. There was no one to hunt right now, no abilities to steal. There was only Mohinder and his project, and permitting him the space (within certain parameters) to work. Absently, he waggles his fingers downwards and up, with the syringe acting as his telekinetic yo-yo. He waits until Mohinder had walked towards the trunk before he turns and calls after him. )
By the way? I wasn't going to stab you. I just wanted to see what you'd do.
( Testing boundaries, crumbling those feeble denials to lay bare the true desires beneath, and syringes. The trifecta that made up their entire relationship. )
Trunk's open, grab what you need. I do not have command over ice... yet... so we'll need another way. I did see a sign for a truck stop diner and rest stop some mile or so back.
( Laying out options, offering tips and insight. The role of assistant, only this time, he had no intentions of sabotaging Mohinder's work. There was no one to hunt right now, no abilities to steal. There was only Mohinder and his project, and permitting him the space (within certain parameters) to work. Absently, he waggles his fingers downwards and up, with the syringe acting as his telekinetic yo-yo. He waits until Mohinder had walked towards the trunk before he turns and calls after him. )
By the way? I wasn't going to stab you. I just wanted to see what you'd do.
( Testing boundaries, crumbling those feeble denials to lay bare the true desires beneath, and syringes. The trifecta that made up their entire relationship. )
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Mmm-hmm. Well, I'm not a mind-reader yet, so you'll just have to forgive the trepidation.
[He speaks matter-of-factly, but his eyes are alight with the reality of what they're about to do. Maybe it would even the playing field a little, at least.
Mohinder is quick to head to the trunk and open his briefcase and test kit. There are, in fact, three empty test tubes available for use, along with the rest of his phlebotomy equipment. He shuts the case with a satisfied smile.]
Just the ice, then. The truck stop will do. We'll get a cooler if they have one, and- hmmm. Perhaps we should pick up some snacks. I've noticed, between you and Peter Petrelli, that the metabolism increases pace with the use of abilities.
[You both eat like you're starving, he means. Mohinder carries his briefcase with him to the passenger seat, where he makes himself comfortable. He pulls out a couple notes to peruse while Sylar drives.]
[He speaks matter-of-factly, but his eyes are alight with the reality of what they're about to do. Maybe it would even the playing field a little, at least.
Mohinder is quick to head to the trunk and open his briefcase and test kit. There are, in fact, three empty test tubes available for use, along with the rest of his phlebotomy equipment. He shuts the case with a satisfied smile.]
Just the ice, then. The truck stop will do. We'll get a cooler if they have one, and- hmmm. Perhaps we should pick up some snacks. I've noticed, between you and Peter Petrelli, that the metabolism increases pace with the use of abilities.
[You both eat like you're starving, he means. Mohinder carries his briefcase with him to the passenger seat, where he makes himself comfortable. He pulls out a couple notes to peruse while Sylar drives.]
( 'Not a mind-reader yet.' Something about the finality of it ticks loudly in his mind, the seconds hand striking twelve. If this works, if his Mohinder gets an ability, then the power balance between them will shift drastically.
Suppose he gets the ability to alter time and space? What if he prevents his father's death, or worse? Sylar looks down at the floating syringe in his palm. He could take that all away, right now, with just a touch of electricity. But, as trepidatious as he was, well, he shared in Mohinder's curiosity, too. Something about seeing the man so ecstastic, all but aroused by possibilities; what kind of monster would he be if he took that away?
Mohinder's voice pulls him from his thoughts, as it always did, and he follows him back to the trunk. There he'll set the syringe back in its proper case, secured snugly by the physical realm instead of telekinetic. As he meanders back the driver's seat it occurs to him: the power dynamic has already changed.
Perhaps that is why, some odd time later at the truck stop, he petulantly steals a candy bar. Mohinder had said on arrival that he didn't want any killing, or stealing, his Company credit card was still active... And some other things too, but Sylar was too distracted by the righteous fire in his eyes, how his jaw had been defiantly set, and that velvety steel authority in his voice that sent Sylar's mind down a rabbit hole of imagination. That same voice ordering Sylar to his knees, to unzip Mohinder's jeans with his teeth, and don't you dare use your powers, Gabriel...
As revenge, Sylar had thickened his accent to a more classical New York, and struck up small talk with the clerk, shamelessly flirting throughout the entire time they were there. It helped they were the only ones in the small store, and could be heard as far back as the coolers. For his portion of the supplies, he'd grabbed various crackers, snacks, some of the sandwiches under the heater that didn't look too dried out, and various caffeinated teas and bottled waters.
"Big trip planned, y' understand," he'd said with a wink, as if that had a double meaning. "Long overdue honeymoon."
The clerk had looked between the two of them, smiled knowingly, and continued with their purchase. Sylar blew a kiss as they departed the store. )
Suppose he gets the ability to alter time and space? What if he prevents his father's death, or worse? Sylar looks down at the floating syringe in his palm. He could take that all away, right now, with just a touch of electricity. But, as trepidatious as he was, well, he shared in Mohinder's curiosity, too. Something about seeing the man so ecstastic, all but aroused by possibilities; what kind of monster would he be if he took that away?
Mohinder's voice pulls him from his thoughts, as it always did, and he follows him back to the trunk. There he'll set the syringe back in its proper case, secured snugly by the physical realm instead of telekinetic. As he meanders back the driver's seat it occurs to him: the power dynamic has already changed.
Perhaps that is why, some odd time later at the truck stop, he petulantly steals a candy bar. Mohinder had said on arrival that he didn't want any killing, or stealing, his Company credit card was still active... And some other things too, but Sylar was too distracted by the righteous fire in his eyes, how his jaw had been defiantly set, and that velvety steel authority in his voice that sent Sylar's mind down a rabbit hole of imagination. That same voice ordering Sylar to his knees, to unzip Mohinder's jeans with his teeth, and don't you dare use your powers, Gabriel...
As revenge, Sylar had thickened his accent to a more classical New York, and struck up small talk with the clerk, shamelessly flirting throughout the entire time they were there. It helped they were the only ones in the small store, and could be heard as far back as the coolers. For his portion of the supplies, he'd grabbed various crackers, snacks, some of the sandwiches under the heater that didn't look too dried out, and various caffeinated teas and bottled waters.
"Big trip planned, y' understand," he'd said with a wink, as if that had a double meaning. "Long overdue honeymoon."
The clerk had looked between the two of them, smiled knowingly, and continued with their purchase. Sylar blew a kiss as they departed the store. )
[Mohinder had known from the start that keeping Sylar in check was going to be a job in and of itself- but he didn't care. The ends were worth it, even if he wasn't thinking of the implications just now.
He did, of course, hear everything Sylar is saying in the store. The flirting tugged on some sort of uncomfortableness, something he really couldn't define and didn't care to evaluate. But the lie at the end- well. As they walked out of the store, he shook his head, looking amused.]
You are such a child. But if it makes you feel any better, we are technically stealing all this from the Company. I'm sure they can afford it.
[The dynamic has definitely shifted. Mohinder takes his blood while in the car, as his hands are steady and he is impatient. He only waits about a mile before ordering Sylar to pull off the road.]
This patch of grass is as good as any other. Now, there is a final component to start the process- adrenaline. But at this very moment, I don't think I'm going to need any help in that department. The changes should occur as soon as I'm injected.
He did, of course, hear everything Sylar is saying in the store. The flirting tugged on some sort of uncomfortableness, something he really couldn't define and didn't care to evaluate. But the lie at the end- well. As they walked out of the store, he shook his head, looking amused.]
You are such a child. But if it makes you feel any better, we are technically stealing all this from the Company. I'm sure they can afford it.
[The dynamic has definitely shifted. Mohinder takes his blood while in the car, as his hands are steady and he is impatient. He only waits about a mile before ordering Sylar to pull off the road.]
This patch of grass is as good as any other. Now, there is a final component to start the process- adrenaline. But at this very moment, I don't think I'm going to need any help in that department. The changes should occur as soon as I'm injected.
( After that completely baseless accusation against his maturity, Sylar had made a 'Who, me?' gesture, then enjoyed the stolen midnight milky way for the next half hour. He decides against pointing out that they needn't have paid for anything at all, and saved the funds - which might get cut off at any moment - for when it they were in more dire need. They'd had that argument already on the short drive there. It was better to hold back for the inevitable 'I told you so' later anyhow.
For his part, he keeps the speed and radio low as Mohinder took his blood, keeping an eye on him just in case he had to intervene. He hadn't, of course, and when instructed to, he pulls over. By now the sun had long since set and darkness, pierced by the bright full moon, settles over them like a cloak.)
But, are you really sure you don't need any help? I can think of many ways we could get your heart pumping.
( Pleasurable. Painful. All the same to him. He stands a few feet from Mohinder; much as he wants to do all manner of things to him, there was still an injection going on. He has enough respect to give him the space he needed. )
For his part, he keeps the speed and radio low as Mohinder took his blood, keeping an eye on him just in case he had to intervene. He hadn't, of course, and when instructed to, he pulls over. By now the sun had long since set and darkness, pierced by the bright full moon, settles over them like a cloak.)
But, are you really sure you don't need any help? I can think of many ways we could get your heart pumping.
( Pleasurable. Painful. All the same to him. He stands a few feet from Mohinder; much as he wants to do all manner of things to him, there was still an injection going on. He has enough respect to give him the space he needed. )
[Getting out of the car, Mohinder is struck by the beauty of the scene. The moon bathes them in a gentle glow, giving him plenty of light to see by. Mohinder takes a moment to pack his blood vial into the cooler.]
I'm sure you can. But thankfully there are no ceilings to plaster me to, here.
[He takes the syringe out of the kit, holding it carefully for a moment and just staring. The voice in the back of his head telling him this is a terrible idea has been silenced for the moment- instead all he can hear are the whispers of promise. He pops the cover off the needle. When he speaks, his voice is breathy and quiet.]
Besides, this is a life-changing moment. It's enough.
[He makes a fist and injects himself with the full contents. Aside from him tossing the syringe to the ground and flexing his arm, nothing seems to happen for a long moment. Then-
He can feel it, something cascading inside his system. It overwhelms his senses and he immediately starts to seize. He has an appointment with the ground, unless Sylar has something to say about that.]
I'm sure you can. But thankfully there are no ceilings to plaster me to, here.
[He takes the syringe out of the kit, holding it carefully for a moment and just staring. The voice in the back of his head telling him this is a terrible idea has been silenced for the moment- instead all he can hear are the whispers of promise. He pops the cover off the needle. When he speaks, his voice is breathy and quiet.]
Besides, this is a life-changing moment. It's enough.
[He makes a fist and injects himself with the full contents. Aside from him tossing the syringe to the ground and flexing his arm, nothing seems to happen for a long moment. Then-
He can feel it, something cascading inside his system. It overwhelms his senses and he immediately starts to seize. He has an appointment with the ground, unless Sylar has something to say about that.]
( Sylar does indeed have something to say about that. He has lots to vocalize, actually, but they're all a mix of exclamations, curses, and thinly-veiled concerns. When Mohinder meets the ground - gently, aided by telekinesis, and turned onto his side - one of the pillows from the car will meet him.
Sylar kneels beside Mohinder, feeling the most powerless he's ever felt since the Shanti virus had ravaged his system. Nothing at his disposal could help him in this moment, short of using his blood like a vampire to revive him. But that was worse case scenario and one he didn't like to think about. He does the only thing he can: hold one of Mohinder's hands in both of his own and look on, genuinely concerned for the outcome.
Once the seizing stops, and he appears at rest, Sylar remains quiet. What if Mohinder gave himself super-hearing? The sound of a tuning fork still makes Sylar wince after their eventful night together, and the last thing Sylar wanted to do was deafen him. He continues the comforting gestures, using his other hand to lightly brush away dark curls from his flushed forehead. )
Sylar kneels beside Mohinder, feeling the most powerless he's ever felt since the Shanti virus had ravaged his system. Nothing at his disposal could help him in this moment, short of using his blood like a vampire to revive him. But that was worse case scenario and one he didn't like to think about. He does the only thing he can: hold one of Mohinder's hands in both of his own and look on, genuinely concerned for the outcome.
Once the seizing stops, and he appears at rest, Sylar remains quiet. What if Mohinder gave himself super-hearing? The sound of a tuning fork still makes Sylar wince after their eventful night together, and the last thing Sylar wanted to do was deafen him. He continues the comforting gestures, using his other hand to lightly brush away dark curls from his flushed forehead. )
[Mohinder stops seizing after about a minute, but remains unconscious for another few after that. When he comes to, he blinks up at Sylar, bleary-eyed. Sweat drips off his brow. And he can feel Sylar holding his hand. The physical comfort, not common in his adult years, is welcome. He squeezes it back.
And he feels the snap of bones under his fingertips. It doesn't feel right. He lets go.]
Wha-? Sylar? What's--
[It's possible he's been artificially unconscious too many times today.]
And he feels the snap of bones under his fingertips. It doesn't feel right. He lets go.]
Wha-? Sylar? What's--
[It's possible he's been artificially unconscious too many times today.]
( Sylar barely has time to appreciate the fact Mohinder reflexively clung to him before he's crying out. It's more in surprise than pain, and soon he's pressing his lips together quickly and groaning beneath them, grimacing. He knows you're not supposed to startle a person coming out of a seizure, but also, Jesus pole-dancing Christ. There's no warning for what to do when the person you're helping breaks several bones; or at least, none in the books he read.
He wrests his hand from Mohinder's, holding it steady above his supine friend. For what feels like too long, he breathes sharply between clenched teeth, then a sigh of relief when the healing finally kicks. There's some hesitation where he very clearly wants to hold Mohinder's hand again, but instead, settles for resting it idly on his side. )
You're damn lucky I can heal now. ( His irritation is more for the sudden pain than the man who inflicted it. That fades quickly into concern. ) How're you feeling, Mohinder?
He wrests his hand from Mohinder's, holding it steady above his supine friend. For what feels like too long, he breathes sharply between clenched teeth, then a sigh of relief when the healing finally kicks. There's some hesitation where he very clearly wants to hold Mohinder's hand again, but instead, settles for resting it idly on his side. )
You're damn lucky I can heal now. ( His irritation is more for the sudden pain than the man who inflicted it. That fades quickly into concern. ) How're you feeling, Mohinder?
Edited 2020-12-06 03:10 (UTC)
( Hank tucks into his own food. He's careful how many times he glances up at Gabriel, conscious of not staring as the youth expresses his satisfaction with the meal he ordered. It certainly was more than he could describe; Hank's verdict consisted of a few words, only really what was necessary: good, shit, too drunk to taste.
He takes a sip of his beer as he contemplates Gabriel's next statement. It offered Hank a bit of insight into Gabriel's environment. Or as the other would project it. Interesting people were far and few between, enough for the dark-haired boy to miss encountering them. The timeline is relative; it could be a few hours to a few years. Hank catches himself staring, and he looks down at his meal. When was the last time he had an interesting outing with someone? He wonders how long he could keep up the pretense of being "interesting." The thought then prompts Hank to wonder just when he decided to try and be interesting for the kid... He was a disappointment. Gabriel will soon see that. )
What keeps you from enjoying those meals?
He takes a sip of his beer as he contemplates Gabriel's next statement. It offered Hank a bit of insight into Gabriel's environment. Or as the other would project it. Interesting people were far and few between, enough for the dark-haired boy to miss encountering them. The timeline is relative; it could be a few hours to a few years. Hank catches himself staring, and he looks down at his meal. When was the last time he had an interesting outing with someone? He wonders how long he could keep up the pretense of being "interesting." The thought then prompts Hank to wonder just when he decided to try and be interesting for the kid... He was a disappointment. Gabriel will soon see that. )
What keeps you from enjoying those meals?
( That staring did not go unnoticed even if, by all appearances, Gabriel continues with his meal nonchalantly. It was a look he'd cultivated well. No one at diners wanted to really look at anybody, you were expected to keep your eyes drifting, non-threatening, casual.
Funny what information one could glean from that. Where the exits were. How often the waiters came around or when they snuck off for a quick snort of booger sugar behind the shop. The chef kept his head down, buried in his work or, more accurately, the sports game on his phone. Gabriel couldn't see it, but knew the look of a gambler. He had a whole check, possibly more, riding on the next couple hours. And the hostess? The long sleeves didn't fool anyone, not with how she kept scratching at the inside of her elbow.
All this he derives over several bites, a few glances, seemingly under the guise of simple people watching. )
I travel often. Sometimes I have enough for a cup of ramen, other times it's more.
( But that'd only lead to more questions, wouldn't it? He turns that perceptive tool on Hank now, the metal of his fork clacking between his teeth. Unkempt hair, multiple beers, awkwardness. He sucks the last tendrils of cheese from the utensil, working his tongue between the prongs. This was someone who didn't want to go home. Bad relationship, bad memories, overburdened work load, not enough work? He was a puzzle that needed solving. )
But what about you? Do you often enjoy the company of strange young men at night? Meeting like this?
Funny what information one could glean from that. Where the exits were. How often the waiters came around or when they snuck off for a quick snort of booger sugar behind the shop. The chef kept his head down, buried in his work or, more accurately, the sports game on his phone. Gabriel couldn't see it, but knew the look of a gambler. He had a whole check, possibly more, riding on the next couple hours. And the hostess? The long sleeves didn't fool anyone, not with how she kept scratching at the inside of her elbow.
All this he derives over several bites, a few glances, seemingly under the guise of simple people watching. )
I travel often. Sometimes I have enough for a cup of ramen, other times it's more.
( But that'd only lead to more questions, wouldn't it? He turns that perceptive tool on Hank now, the metal of his fork clacking between his teeth. Unkempt hair, multiple beers, awkwardness. He sucks the last tendrils of cheese from the utensil, working his tongue between the prongs. This was someone who didn't want to go home. Bad relationship, bad memories, overburdened work load, not enough work? He was a puzzle that needed solving. )
But what about you? Do you often enjoy the company of strange young men at night? Meeting like this?
[Information starts coming to Mohinder in chunks, such as 'Sylar is supposed to be here' and 'That hand is broken.' It's also noticeable how it heals, too. As he sits up, he watches the hand pop back into its intended form. He's beginning to piece together the situation, but the question scatters his thoughts.]
How am I feeling? [He looks down at himself and smiles, wide and unrestrained.] Fantastic, actually. Did I just break your hand?
[He reaches for it immediately, without a thought. Holding it gently, he runs his fingers over the skin with a feather touch. He wants to make sure the hand is working properly again. (He did always have a thing for Sylar's hands.)]
How am I feeling? [He looks down at himself and smiles, wide and unrestrained.] Fantastic, actually. Did I just break your hand?
[He reaches for it immediately, without a thought. Holding it gently, he runs his fingers over the skin with a feather touch. He wants to make sure the hand is working properly again. (He did always have a thing for Sylar's hands.)]
( Sylar is completely stunned into silence, his brain working (overtime, in fact, trying to figure things out) but no words form in his throat. That smile of unburdened joy was like an arrow right to his heart; the last time he'd witnessed that was when 'Zane' showed off his powers. Suddenly they hadn't been scientist and (unknown) serial killer. They were like children delighting in the destruction of whatever 'Zane' could get his hands on.
Ever since his identity had been revealed, Mohinder didn't look at him with smiles any more. Only hate, fear, disgust, flinching away from his touch. It'd been too late to talk about feelings or wants and so he'd burned that away, turned into to rage and violence. He'd bloodied Mohinder's lips like a parody of 'ravis me red' and pined him to the ceiling when, in all actuality, he'd wanted to pin him to the cheap apartment mattress and hear that voice speak only through begging.
And now Mohinder was touching his hand. No fear, no flinching, only the passion for puzzles burning in his eyes. Sylar permits the exploratory touch, of course he does. He can't prevent the way his breath hitches, soft thoughtful noises escaping from parted lips. )
Uh-hm. Yes. You did but it's... fine...
( Clearly distracted, downright mystified, with words proving difficult. He shifts his hand within that grasp, interweaving their fingers, ever the bratty difficult 'patient', but now wanting more of that touch, however he's able. His thoughts become more focused, something that scientific glee returning. )
Ah, so. Super strength, huh? Gonna hulk out on me?
Ever since his identity had been revealed, Mohinder didn't look at him with smiles any more. Only hate, fear, disgust, flinching away from his touch. It'd been too late to talk about feelings or wants and so he'd burned that away, turned into to rage and violence. He'd bloodied Mohinder's lips like a parody of 'ravis me red' and pined him to the ceiling when, in all actuality, he'd wanted to pin him to the cheap apartment mattress and hear that voice speak only through begging.
And now Mohinder was touching his hand. No fear, no flinching, only the passion for puzzles burning in his eyes. Sylar permits the exploratory touch, of course he does. He can't prevent the way his breath hitches, soft thoughtful noises escaping from parted lips. )
Uh-hm. Yes. You did but it's... fine...
( Clearly distracted, downright mystified, with words proving difficult. He shifts his hand within that grasp, interweaving their fingers, ever the bratty difficult 'patient', but now wanting more of that touch, however he's able. His thoughts become more focused, something that scientific glee returning. )
Ah, so. Super strength, huh? Gonna hulk out on me?
[Mohinder takes the intertwining as a perfectly acceptable change. He even squeezes Sylar's hand- but since he is now both awake and aware of what he's doing, it's the actual soft squeeze he'd originally intended.]
I hope not. I happen to like this shirt. [He chuckles at his own joke.] Besides, I'm not sure that's all. I feel so much lighter. More energetic. Perhaps it's more about muscle control, or some form of heightened system to signal messages to the muscles from the brain, or something to use the glycogen more effectively-
[He's leaning towards Sylar as he speaks, a consequence of holding his hand this way. He follows the natural movement and leans his head against Sylar's, speaking with quiet excitement into his ear.]
We are going to have to test everything. This is beyond my wildest dreams. And to think I would have thrown it away, if you hadn't come along.
I hope not. I happen to like this shirt. [He chuckles at his own joke.] Besides, I'm not sure that's all. I feel so much lighter. More energetic. Perhaps it's more about muscle control, or some form of heightened system to signal messages to the muscles from the brain, or something to use the glycogen more effectively-
[He's leaning towards Sylar as he speaks, a consequence of holding his hand this way. He follows the natural movement and leans his head against Sylar's, speaking with quiet excitement into his ear.]
We are going to have to test everything. This is beyond my wildest dreams. And to think I would have thrown it away, if you hadn't come along.
( Sylar tenses, holding his breath with that little hand squeeze, a natural reaction given what just transpired. He doesn't realize he's still holding the shaky exhalation escapes his lips. Mohinder's voice right in his ear and suddenly past and present are colliding in his mind. "It's going to hurt" becomes "We're going to test everything" and that should be terrifying, but it's exhilarating, a thrill of an entirely different sort.
He'd heard the rest of what Mohinder had said, paying half-attention at least. While he recalls the words, he scrambles to recollect the shambles of his sanity. Count to twelve. Every(tick). Second(tock). Counts(tick). The inclination to kiss Mohinder right now is overwhelming. But there's still something in the back of his mind, not just his need to solve the puzzle, but an uncertain hesitation that is, normally, quite silent.
Sylar reaches up, cupping Mohinder's cheek with his other hand, and while his intent might've been to look into his eyes more closely, his thumb's still stroking those fine cheekbones, rough with stubble. He wants to kiss every spot his fingers touch. )
Mohinder. ( The word's a desperate grasp for salvation and damnation in equal measures. He clears his throat, licks at his lips, and when he speaks again his voice is steadier, more in control. ) Mohinder. You're... Are you certain you're not high? This excitement. Euphoria. You are not in any position to test anything right now.
He'd heard the rest of what Mohinder had said, paying half-attention at least. While he recalls the words, he scrambles to recollect the shambles of his sanity. Count to twelve. Every(tick). Second(tock). Counts(tick). The inclination to kiss Mohinder right now is overwhelming. But there's still something in the back of his mind, not just his need to solve the puzzle, but an uncertain hesitation that is, normally, quite silent.
Sylar reaches up, cupping Mohinder's cheek with his other hand, and while his intent might've been to look into his eyes more closely, his thumb's still stroking those fine cheekbones, rough with stubble. He wants to kiss every spot his fingers touch. )
Mohinder. ( The word's a desperate grasp for salvation and damnation in equal measures. He clears his throat, licks at his lips, and when he speaks again his voice is steadier, more in control. ) Mohinder. You're... Are you certain you're not high? This excitement. Euphoria. You are not in any position to test anything right now.
[Mohinder watches Sylar with an observer's gaze- clearly the man is unsure, perhaps even a little uncomfortable with this new development. But he's also excited, and Mohinder presumes this is the emotion that will win out.
The hand on his face has probably the opposite effect that Sylar wants. Mohinder leans into it, looking directly at Sylar with clear appreciation. It takes him a moment before Sylar's words really sink in.]
Hmm, you might be right. After all, we don't have many supplies right now, so we should wait until the adrenaline and any other chemicals produced by the change have settled to normal levels.
[He reaches up his fingers tracing over the shell of Sylar's left ear and down the curve of his neck. More exploratory touches, perhaps, except for the way his smile turns into something slightly more wicked as he continues.]
But if we're waiting, whatever are we going to fill our time with? Hmm?
[He tugs (rather gently, considering his new ability) on Sylar's shirt collar, bringing him close enough for a kiss. A million moments Mohinder had buried come to the forefront as their lips meet. So many times he'd wanted to do this, and now he's finally free to do so.]
The hand on his face has probably the opposite effect that Sylar wants. Mohinder leans into it, looking directly at Sylar with clear appreciation. It takes him a moment before Sylar's words really sink in.]
Hmm, you might be right. After all, we don't have many supplies right now, so we should wait until the adrenaline and any other chemicals produced by the change have settled to normal levels.
[He reaches up his fingers tracing over the shell of Sylar's left ear and down the curve of his neck. More exploratory touches, perhaps, except for the way his smile turns into something slightly more wicked as he continues.]
But if we're waiting, whatever are we going to fill our time with? Hmm?
[He tugs (rather gently, considering his new ability) on Sylar's shirt collar, bringing him close enough for a kiss. A million moments Mohinder had buried come to the forefront as their lips meet. So many times he'd wanted to do this, and now he's finally free to do so.]
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((continued from here.))
( Oh don't let appearances fool you, Ethan. You might still die today. Sylar really hasn't made up his mind yet. Probably won't. Because you're paying for his coffee and that is important. First meal of the day, y'know.
Also? You're cute. So there's that, too. Sylar props one cheek up with his knuckles, scoffing with amusement at the question. )
I mean I was an 80's kid with a mom who liked choir and country. So, yes, is the answer to that question. Listened to anything to break up the monotony. Oooh but let me guess... You're more of a Top 40 guy with a side of indie-punk for the hipster cred.
( Oh don't let appearances fool you, Ethan. You might still die today. Sylar really hasn't made up his mind yet. Probably won't. Because you're paying for his coffee and that is important. First meal of the day, y'know.
Also? You're cute. So there's that, too. Sylar props one cheek up with his knuckles, scoffing with amusement at the question. )
I mean I was an 80's kid with a mom who liked choir and country. So, yes, is the answer to that question. Listened to anything to break up the monotony. Oooh but let me guess... You're more of a Top 40 guy with a side of indie-punk for the hipster cred.
Edited 2020-12-07 23:08 (UTC)
[ ethan does, technically, have an infiltration job to get to, but there's at least six hours left on that deadline. he'll be fine, he's sure of it. that's what he tells himself when he looks sylar in the eyes, taking note of how, ah, handsome he really is. ]
alright, fair enough. no top 40 for me, but you hit the nail on the head with the indie punk.
[ ethan kicks the chair across from him to slide it out towards sylar; he can't be assed to stand up and pull it out himself. he then gestures to the coffee that sits opposite him, untouched. ]
you can sit down. i got you a vanilla latte.
[ when he speaks, his tone is a little light, almost like he's searching for approval. and... maybe he is. ]
alright, fair enough. no top 40 for me, but you hit the nail on the head with the indie punk.
[ ethan kicks the chair across from him to slide it out towards sylar; he can't be assed to stand up and pull it out himself. he then gestures to the coffee that sits opposite him, untouched. ]
you can sit down. i got you a vanilla latte.
[ when he speaks, his tone is a little light, almost like he's searching for approval. and... maybe he is. ]
( Those eyes are either caramel brown or dying forest green, depending on the lighting. They stare right back, noting easily just how eager this guy is. It's almost charming enough for him to overlook the wrong order. He takes it in stride, however, not getting too overly perturbed. )
Close. But, the heart wants what the heart wants. And I've never been a fan of 'vanilla'.
( Sylar goes to the counter, orders the dirty chai latte he had been craving, then returns to the table, sliding onto the offered seat. )
They'll be bringing you the bill. Amazing what one can get accomplished with an 'aw, shucks' Southern accent here.
Close. But, the heart wants what the heart wants. And I've never been a fan of 'vanilla'.
( Sylar goes to the counter, orders the dirty chai latte he had been craving, then returns to the table, sliding onto the offered seat. )
They'll be bringing you the bill. Amazing what one can get accomplished with an 'aw, shucks' Southern accent here.
[ ouch. alright, he's a guy that knows what he wants. it's fine, ethan can survive with two lattes, and his confidence that he carries himself with is just sexy enough to not be obnoxious. longer term, who knows, but for now he's happy to enjoy this for what it is.
and then the bomb is dropped, and ethan gives a soft exhale.
of course. ]
ah, sure. i guess that's what i get for trusting a stranger. you usually one to try and pull one over on people like me? am i part of a ploy, or something? a longer con?
and then the bomb is dropped, and ethan gives a soft exhale.
of course. ]
ah, sure. i guess that's what i get for trusting a stranger. you usually one to try and pull one over on people like me? am i part of a ploy, or something? a longer con?
( His smile only widens the more this guy rattles off questions. Using two fingers pressed together, he delicately touches the vanilla latte's saucer and moves it to the side of the table. )
Firstly? We're gonna take it easy on the caffeine for a moment. Secondly, no, that's only basic invitation etiquette. If you invite someone out, you pay. Everyone knows that.
( His coffee is brought over and without missing a beat he slips into a deep-fried Texan accent as he thanks the waitress for her speedy service and, darlin', would you be so kiiind as to leave us in peace a spell? Much obliged. She scampers off with a noticeable flush to her cheeks. With her departure goes the accent. )
But now I wonder: what are you into that that's the first thing you suspect?
Firstly? We're gonna take it easy on the caffeine for a moment. Secondly, no, that's only basic invitation etiquette. If you invite someone out, you pay. Everyone knows that.
( His coffee is brought over and without missing a beat he slips into a deep-fried Texan accent as he thanks the waitress for her speedy service and, darlin', would you be so kiiind as to leave us in peace a spell? Much obliged. She scampers off with a noticeable flush to her cheeks. With her departure goes the accent. )
But now I wonder: what are you into that that's the first thing you suspect?
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