𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳

     his   hand   still   holds   a   grip   on   the   other’s   hand,   almost  i   the   other’s   words.   seth   doesn’t   particularly   understand   how   the   other’s   ability   works,   or   at   least,   his   uncanny   healing   ability,   but   he   sure   would   like   to   find   out,   and   would   sure   like   to   know   the   abilities   limits.   sylar’s   stated   that   because   of   it   he   won’t   be   able   to   kill   him,   with   such   a   nifty   ability   like   that,   he’ll   be   able   to   get   some   entertainment   out   of   him   yet.      standing   close   to   him,   there   is   the   briefest   recognition   of   how   sylar   has   a   couple   inches   in   height   on   him,   but   his   focus   is   still   on   his   hand.   nothing   was   left   of   the   paper   cut,   except   for   the   small   drop   of   blood   that   was   on   the   white   fabric   of   his   gloves.      seth’s   own   immortality   is   by   different   means,   so   his   wounds   don’t   heal   as   fast,   but   he   usually   doesn’t   let   anything   harm   him   in   the   first   place.      no   scars   though,   that   was   a   little   disappointing. 

that   was   one   of   the   best   parts.   ’   his   hand   finally   lets   go   of   the   other.   he’s   got   plenty   to   think   of   with   this   new   knowledge,   but   one   question   is   on   his   mind.   ’   it   heals,   but   do   you   still   feel   pain   from   it   ?   ’   seth   plays   it   off   as   if   it   is   purely   curiosity,   but   its   in   fact,   for   his   own   twisted   knowledge.      it   seems   the   stack   of   paper   that   had   met   onto   the   ground,   has   taken   a   back   seat   in   his   mind.   after   all,   he’s   just   opened   a   world   of   opportunity   up.   someone   he   could   break   over   and   over   again,   like   a   toy,   but   wouldn’t   die.   when   they   broke,   that   was   always   disappointing.   and   knowing   sylar,   there   was   a   possibility   that   he   might   just   have   a   willing   participant.   all   the   better.  

sylar   studies   the   other   as  he  looks  at  his  previously  sliced  finger  .  so   this  is  where  he  got  off  huh  ?    there  was  certainly  no   judgment  from  the  killer  .   there  was  something  fascinating  about  how  people  worked  ,   &  he  could  definitely  appreciate   the   need  to   learn  .   if  violence  is  where   seth  got   off  ,   well   ,   the   game  was   certainly   going  to  get  interesting  .    if   that   is   what   got   him  to  tick   ,   sylar   wasn’t   going   shy   away  .   not   when  he   finally  had  the  attention  he   so  craved  . 

@tobespecial and im so sorry

  he’s   growing   awfully   tired   of   seeing   sylar   in   his   office   when   it’s   a   place   seth   can   escape   to   and   is   a   private   space   for   him.      door   is   closed   behind   him,   and   gloved   hands   push   it   closed   to   try   and   silence   the   sound   of   the   door   shutting.   it’s   then   the   slight   sound   of   papers   being   shuffled   through   and   snooped   through,   and   for   some   reason   he   isn’t   surprised   to   see   the   taller   male   hovering   over   the   desk   with   that   smirk   on   his   lips   of   knowing   exactly   what   he’s   doing.   steps   traverse   across   the   room,   irritation   written   clearly   on   his   face.   before   he   can   even   reprimand   him   for   snooping   through   his   stuff,   sylar’s   fingers   glide   across   the   edge   of   one   of   the   papers.   in   that   specific   way,   enough   to   slice   open   his   finger.

  seth   watches   as   blood   slips   from   the   small   cut,   but   he   watches   as   it   heals   up   all   on   it’s   own,   and   the   previous   annoyance   has   been   wiped   from   his   face.   he   is   instead,   been   captivated,      and   takes   sylar’s   hand   without   any   regard.   white   glove   moves   to   wipe   away   the   blood   from   the   small   cut,  ( something he’ll come to regret later, he hates staining them - )  confirming   that   the   small   cut   had   vanished   as   if   it   wasn’t   even   there.   for   those   acquainted   with   the   dark   side,   seth’s   eyes   give   almost   a   dark   twinkle   at   this   new   knowledge,   and   it   seems   now,   sylar   has   gained   at   least   some   of   his   attention.   ’   how   fascinating.   ’   he can only begin to imagine the things he can do with his hand holding a blade, and sylar’s skin as the canvas.

        okay   so   maybe   the   water   on   the   floor   could   wait.   but   gabriel   not   eating,   couldn’t.   then   again,   now   that   peter   thought   about   it,   he   didn’t   really   have   room   to   talk.      he   was   pretty   sure   he   bought   a   sandwich   today   but   never   got   around   to   eating   it,   and   might   have   been   in   his   coat   pocket   still   wrapped   up.      but   then   again,   right   after   he   bought   it,   the   er   got   swamped   and   peter   always   felt   like   it   was   his   job   to   help,   so   the   sandwich   had   gotten..forgotten   about.   ’   gabe   that   was   at   like   six   am   this   morning.   ’   he   said   flatly,   turning   his   wrist   to   look   at   the   watch   on   his   wrist.      it   had   been   over   eight   hours   ago.   he   was   too   tired   to   cook,   but   there   was   that   nice   little   noodle   shop   that   was   open   real   late   at   night.   peter   stopped   by   there   a   lot   to   pick   up   lunch   for   other   paramedics.   ’   there’s   a   little   noodle   place   on   fifth,   i   can   run   and   get   something.   you’ve   got   to   eat.   ’   he   was   still   thankful   for   edgar’s   speed,   it   made   getting   from   place   to   place   a   lot   easier   and   faster,   with   how   crowded   new   york   always   was   and   public   transportation   was   a   nightmare.      ’   if   you   let   me   leave   for   like,   5   minutes   -   ’   peter   poked   fun   at   him   lightly,   looking   to   where   gabe’s   hand   was   still   around   his   wrist.   should’ve   picked   up   food   before   he   came   up,   but   it   was   raining   and   he   hadn’t   thought   about   it.   or   that   sandwich   still   in   his   coat   pocket   hanging   up   by   the   door. 

     fingers   mess   with   the   brown   hair   that   always   seemed   to   have   its   individual   place   on   gabriel’s   head.   even   that   one   piece   that   always   seemed   to   fall   out   of   place   and   rest   in   front   of   gabriel’s   face.   peter   has   no   room   to   talk   because   a   majority   of   the   bangs   of   his   hair   were   always   in   his   face.   eyes   glance   to   a   bookshelf   that   peter   had   put   into   the   living   room   for   gabriel’s   books.   it   was   getting   pretty   crowded.   he’d   have   to   either   stick   another   one   beside   it,   or   get   gabe   to   donate   some   books,   but   considering   that   it   was   the   main   thing   that   kept   gabriel   occupied,   he   didn’t   really   want   him   to   have   to   get   rid   of   any.   peter   keeps   his   gaze   on   messing   with   gabe’s   hair,   letting   himself   get   lost   in   his   own   jumbled   up   thoughts.   ’   i’ll   look   for   another   book   shelf   for   you   then.   looks   like   the   first   one’s   getting   a   lil   full.   ’   peter   didn’t   have   many   physical   possessions   after   he   cleaned   out   his   apartment,   but   what   little   things   he   kept   were   on   a   bookshelf   that   had   been   built   into   the   wall.   a   few   books,   photos   of   his   family.   peter   moved   to   press   a   kiss   to   his   forehead.   ’   i’ve   gotta   to   mop   up   the   water   i   tracked   through   the   kitchen.   ’   his   shoes   hadn’t   been   spared   from   the   rain   drizzling   outside,   and   neither   would   his   floor   if   he   didn’t   clean   it   up.   ’   did   you   eat   anything   ?   ’  

     he’s   tired.   not   physically,   mentally,   exhausted.   it   seems   everything   is   too   perfect,   too   happy,   and   peter’s   waiting   for   that   other   shoe   to   drop.   it   never   stays   okay,   just   okay,   not   even   perfect,   for   too   long.   he’s   waiting,   for   the   edge   of   disaster,   and   it’s   exhausting   him.   but   he’ll   be   alright,   for   everyone   else’s   sake,   he’s   sure   they’re   feeling   the   same   thing,   really.   he’s   also,   really   got   to   fix   that   damn   apartment   door,   it’s   getting   to   where   it   doesn’t   want   to   open.   peter’s   already   hung   up   his   bag   and   coat   by   the   door,   eyes   peering   over   to   a   comfortable   gabriel   on   the   couch.   maybe   he   didn’t   announce   his   presence   because   he   was   so   comfortable,   or   looked   so..content   with   whatever   he   was   reading.   ’   sorry.   didn’t   mean   to.      you   just   looked..   into   whatever   you   were   reading.   didn’t   wanna   bother   you   is   all.   ’   a   hand   runs   by   the   back   of   the   couch,   fingers   moving   to   gently   dive   into   the   brown   locks   of   gabriel’s   hair.   ’   must’ve   got   something   interesting.   ’        he   asked,   peering   over   his   shoulder   to   the   cover   of   the   book.   peter   was   lucky   enough   that   the   rain   outside   wasn’t   heavy,   and   his   coat   had   caught   most   of   the   rain   that   he   had   gotten   on   him   from   being   outside.   

it’s  a  typical  day  for  gabriel  .   in   that   ,  there  is  not  much   to   do  other  than  clean  the  apartment  ,  pop   over  to  the  book  store  &  then   read  for  the   rest   of   the   day  .  the  rain   falls  softly   outside  as  the  former  killer  turns  through  the  pages  of  the  novel  .   he  is  so  engrossed  in  the  words  gabriel  doesn’t  know  peter  is  even   inside  the  apartment   until  he   feels   him   close  .   ❝  oh  hi  !       ❞     he  shuts  the  book  closed  .  ❝  didn’t  hear  you  baby  .  you’re  getting   too  sneaky  for   me  i  think  .     ❞