Pieces to a puzzle...

[fixthepast]

Somehow I've found myself working for the Company.  Still not sure how that happened but it's not something I was going to turn down either.  A chance to be around all these specials?  Gain their powers and fuck with their minds?  What's not to love?  But for now I have to do all the tedious work and the first person I get to see is Sylar. He comes

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[fixthepast]

Jesus. His smile is devastating and I wonder if he even knows that. Probably not but it is. I feel a warm rush through but I have to ignore it. There's no way in hell he'd even think along those lines and I'm pretty sure not about me. We might get along but that's about it. Too bad. But I can still admire the view.

We keep playing and of course he keeps winning but I don't care. I don't mind losing to him because he deserves to win, even if he is cheating a bit and using his ability. It's okay though, this is actually fun and that's what really matters. Good wine, good music, good game, good company. Can't ask for more than that. I look up when he mentions the music.

"Yes, I can. Probably not as well as you do though. I like hearing the whole, then breaking it down. Hear how the rhythm flows up and down? That's the saxes doing that. They bring the music together, make it cohesive." He sits back in the couch and I'm tempted to sit next to him. Fuck it, the game can wait. I move over next to him. "And here, where it gets mellow? That's the bass weaving in and out." Smiling, I close my eyes for a moment, seeing it all weave together. "If you really wanted to, I know a good club that plays jazz and blues."

[heartofmurder]

"I don't know all the instruments, but I can tell them apart. If I saw them play, I could understand it better. Then I could see it completely in my head." That would nice. Really nice. He gets up and I watch him come over, sitting down next to me. It's warm, but comforting. I like the way his shoulder presses against mine.

"You really know your instruments. Have you ever played anything?" I let my eyes linger on his lips when he smiles, "A club? I've never really been to a club. I mean, I've passed through when I was..." When I was killing, "Traveling here and there, but I never stayed long and never with someone else." Does he really want to go with me? He must if he's suggesting it. "We could go sometime if you wanted to. I would enjoy it." I finish whatever glass of wine this is. I can't believe he makes me let go like this. I'm not ever like this with anyone.