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Title: Don't fear the Reaper
For: talk_back
Rating: PG-13 to be safe angst and fluff. *I had no idea that was possible
Pairing:Isaac/Peter
Future AU. My person wanted someone using there powers to solve a problem.
Isaac never wanted to leave the city.
Peter was a different story.
They are too different. One is the sun, the other is the moon. Two sides of the same coin.
After saving the world, the last thing Peter wanted to do was chase taxies and stare at the tall buildings he nearly destroyed. Heroes deserve a vacation.
Isaac could not have been more thrilled about his city being safe. Mohinder's list combined with his paintings they were able to find others. One of which was able to wash away the powers from Peter like a rinse cycle, but there was still work to do. The fix was only temporary, but the bomb deadline has passed. Still there are more paintings Isaac had to paint. More people to warn. Never stopping, never resting. Even at night time, after Peter lured him away from the studio and into their bed, he can still feel his figures tracing an outline of a new painting against his chest.
He always figured it was an artist thing, not that he would know anything about that. (The only artist he ever knew was Carly Something who sat behind him in geometry and drew perverted stick figures in her notebook.) Still there was something mystical about Isaac when he was painting. It was as if everything else went away and all he could think of was the blank canvas.
"What are you thinking about?" Isaac asked wiping the paint from his hands.
"High School." He stood up and walked towards the new paintings.
"Why"
"No reason." New York Skyline, safe from any and all exploding men but still no traces of Syler. Peter runs his hands across the painters back.
"Stop it." Isaac said as Peter nuzzled his hairline.
"You work too hard. You need a break."
"We can't." His city was still in danger. Peter could have a relapse. He had to keep painting…
"Look at the pretty peaceful pictures, besides; sooner or later you are going to run out of paints."
"It isn't going to last." Everything is fine. Peter wanted to say, but couldn’t. The problem was gone for now, but one day the paintings will show blood again and there was nothing he could do about it.
Except this.
Peter let go of Isaac, closed his eyes, and focused on Isaac. His eyes clouded as he grabbed a pencil and began drawing.
Watching Peter paint had a different effect on Isaac. Peter was memorized when he watched him. Isaac just felt uncomfortable and angry. His style was too similar, an affect from the absorbing. At first it was as if Peter was taking away something from him. Art has always been his. It was who he was. Peter never meant that of course. He would look at him though those needed to be cut hair making it always seem like it brought them closer. Still, If it were anyone else, he would bet the shit out of 'em.
Peter's eyes cleared as he took a step back to admire his sketch. It was different then the normal prophecy paintings. The Pencil stokes looked rushed and clumsy, and there wasn't the same amount of details. Despite this the picture was clear. The two of them were kissing in the studio as clock read 9:00.
"This is the future." Peter whispered softly. "Stop worrying." He stepped closer as the church bells from down the street rang nine times.
-Fin-
For: talk_back
Rating: PG-13 to be safe angst and fluff. *I had no idea that was possible
Pairing:Isaac/Peter
Future AU. My person wanted someone using there powers to solve a problem.
Isaac never wanted to leave the city.
Peter was a different story.
They are too different. One is the sun, the other is the moon. Two sides of the same coin.
After saving the world, the last thing Peter wanted to do was chase taxies and stare at the tall buildings he nearly destroyed. Heroes deserve a vacation.
Isaac could not have been more thrilled about his city being safe. Mohinder's list combined with his paintings they were able to find others. One of which was able to wash away the powers from Peter like a rinse cycle, but there was still work to do. The fix was only temporary, but the bomb deadline has passed. Still there are more paintings Isaac had to paint. More people to warn. Never stopping, never resting. Even at night time, after Peter lured him away from the studio and into their bed, he can still feel his figures tracing an outline of a new painting against his chest.
He always figured it was an artist thing, not that he would know anything about that. (The only artist he ever knew was Carly Something who sat behind him in geometry and drew perverted stick figures in her notebook.) Still there was something mystical about Isaac when he was painting. It was as if everything else went away and all he could think of was the blank canvas.
"What are you thinking about?" Isaac asked wiping the paint from his hands.
"High School." He stood up and walked towards the new paintings.
"Why"
"No reason." New York Skyline, safe from any and all exploding men but still no traces of Syler. Peter runs his hands across the painters back.
"Stop it." Isaac said as Peter nuzzled his hairline.
"You work too hard. You need a break."
"We can't." His city was still in danger. Peter could have a relapse. He had to keep painting…
"Look at the pretty peaceful pictures, besides; sooner or later you are going to run out of paints."
"It isn't going to last." Everything is fine. Peter wanted to say, but couldn’t. The problem was gone for now, but one day the paintings will show blood again and there was nothing he could do about it.
Except this.
Peter let go of Isaac, closed his eyes, and focused on Isaac. His eyes clouded as he grabbed a pencil and began drawing.
Watching Peter paint had a different effect on Isaac. Peter was memorized when he watched him. Isaac just felt uncomfortable and angry. His style was too similar, an affect from the absorbing. At first it was as if Peter was taking away something from him. Art has always been his. It was who he was. Peter never meant that of course. He would look at him though those needed to be cut hair making it always seem like it brought them closer. Still, If it were anyone else, he would bet the shit out of 'em.
Peter's eyes cleared as he took a step back to admire his sketch. It was different then the normal prophecy paintings. The Pencil stokes looked rushed and clumsy, and there wasn't the same amount of details. Despite this the picture was clear. The two of them were kissing in the studio as clock read 9:00.
"This is the future." Peter whispered softly. "Stop worrying." He stepped closer as the church bells from down the street rang nine times.
-Fin-