sunday_reveries prompts for 6/7-6/13 [quote #1]
1. "I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in between the shadow and the soul." --Pablo Neruda
"What in the hell are you doing?" Sylar sounded almost irritable, breaking Claire's concentration as she continued to stretch her arms towards the sky.
"I'm doing the salutation pose." Claire tried not to smirk even as she heard the tension in his voice.
"When did you start doing...."
"Yoga?" She arched a brow even though she didn't look back at him. "I don't know, couple years ago. I think when you found me in Florida." She listened to him as he made a non-committal grunt but she chose to ignore him as he started to bend over to change positions and then she had to laugh. "It's hard to concentrate when you're staring at my ass."
Sylar looked almost sheepish for a second, then he grunted again and she could hear him stomping off as he muttered to himself a little. As she pressed her hands to the ground, she looked over in the direction where he was disappearing and she pursed her lips a little bit as he looked tense even from a distance. He was getting restless and she could understand it. Even though they both loved their little cabin, they weren't used to staying in one place for very long.
The idea made her sigh.
He came back a couple hours later, looking no worse for the wear as he let himself into the cabin and paused as he found her curled up on the couch with a book in her hands. When she took notice of him, she quickly closed the book and pressed it to her lap as though she were trying to make the book disappear.
"What are you reading?" He arched a thick brow at her.
"Nothing." She cleared her throat, moving to tuck the book down beside her.
Not that he would allow that; a quick flick of his fingers pulled the book from her hands and into his own. He stood there quietly, ignoring the indignant huff as he looked over the cover and then read the back before looking at her incredulously. "Are you reading a romance novel?"
"Maybe." Now she looked like she was sulking a bit.
"Why?" His voice dripped with amused disdain as he tossed the book back towards her.
"Because whoever was here last left a small box of them and they're actually good." She tried not to be too defensive as she purposefully opened the book and tried to focus on reading again but he was moving to sit down beside her.
"You know what they say about women who read romance novels, right?"
"That they need to because they don't get any romance in their lives?" She shot at him and she saw the way his brows lifted with a sharp flare of surprised annoyance.
"You don't think you get any romance?" He looked at her, his eyes narrowing.
She didn't know why it bothered him, she never would have guessed he wanted to be seen as romantic. "Well, you're not exactly the type to hold open doors or light candles...."
He cut her off quickly. "I bring you flowers." Usually flowers he wasn't supposed to pick and she figured he did it because it was illegal but that wasn't the point. "And chocolate milk."
Claire did her best not to smirk. "Okay, true, you got me there."
"And I haven't killed you for weeks." That should get him bonus points.
It earned him a soft laugh. "This is very true. How silly of me, I have a very romantic...." She always trailed off on calling him her boyfriend or any kind of label. It just never really seemed to fit to call him that and she didn't know why. They seemed like more.
But he didn't see the humor in it; instead he was growling as he got to his feet and stalked towards the kitchen. It surprised her but it shouldn't have because she knew he was tense. So she watched him for a moment longer before she rose to her feet, setting her book to the side before picking her way slowly towards him. She knew him well enough to recognize the signs. He must have sensed her staring because he looked at her, annoyed. "What?"
"It's back, isn't it?" Not that she thought the hunger really ever left but it was getting bad.
Again he seemed surprised that she was intuitive enough to pick up on it and it unsettled him, perhaps it unsettled them both but he wasn't going to deny it. "Yes. I think there is someone nearby."
"Someone like us, that has an ability." She brushed some hair back from her face as she watched him nod his head slowly. She could tell he was fighting it and she didn't know why. She knew what he was and honestly, there was no one that knew better than perhaps himself. She had never asked him to change, not really. Not even when she had a bit of a problem with it because she still accepted him ever since she decided to look past him being her enemy. "So why haven't you found them yet?"
The look was purely predatory. "I did."
"But you don't have a new ability yet." She didn't need him to answer because it was right there in his body language, in the tension and the restlessness. If he did it, then they would have to move on or lay low depending on how close the body was to them. "Think you could take the ability without making it look like one of your scenes?"
He lifted his brows at her, studying her closely before nodding ever so slowly. "Yes."
She wished that she could tell him no but she couldn't. He had changed; not so much that he was a different person but this was different for them both. He was not used to sharing this side with someone or having them understand it and she wasn't sure what to think about the fact that she did. But she still nodded, grabbing the car keys before glancing at him. "I get to drive this time."
He didn't say anything, he merely jumped to follow her quickly before either one of them changed their minds.
It turned out that the person he was looking for was in a town about three hours away. Claire parked just down the street, using the shadows of the night to keep the car hidden as she stared at the old Spanish style house with it's cute, red shingles and faded white paint. She had worried about there being a family, something she couldn't hide from him but Sylar assured her that there was just the man who had the ability. He wasn't even sure what the ability was but he didn't care. She imagined it was a bit like going through withdrawal for him and he simply needed to take something to get rid of the edge.
It was about an hour after they arrived when suddenly the passenger door was opening, causing her to jump as she hadn't seen him coming at all. She hated when he did that which she had to tell him. "I hate when you do that creepy sneaking up thing."
"I didn't want anyone else to see me." He rolled his eyes before smiling, seeming relaxed as he glanced at her.
"What did you get?" She glanced down as she could see the blood on his hands even in the dark interior of the car and the air was already holding a metallic hint to it.
"I'll show you in a bit. Find a gas station where I can clean up." He nodded at her. "Drive." They needed to get out of there.
Claire found them a small gas station just outside of the town, one of those places where the door to the bathroom was around back which meant it was a little more private. He didn't question her as she followed him into the bathroom with a bag, pulling out a clean shirt as he stood at the sink and washed the blood from his hands. He was watching her the entire time though, studying her in the mirror as she met his gaze and arched her brows. "What?"
"Nothing." He smirked slowly to himself before drying his hands and working to peel off his shirt. She took the bloody one from him after handing over the clean shirt and she quickly stuffed it into the bag, tying it close. "Now, want to see my new ability?" When she nodded, he looked pleased. "Turn off the lights."
She looked somewhat confused but she didn't question as she turned to flick off the lights to plunge the bathroom into darkness. Then she saw him as a light started to fill the room. Not from the lights above but from his hands, just a soft glow that cast shadows over his face and over her as he held up his hands with a smirk.
Claire stood there quietly for a moment before she started to smirk. "Interesting, you're a night light." He gave a huff of amusement as he stepped close enough to swat at her arm, making them both laugh before she smiled a little more. "Sylar?"
"Hmm?" He looked up from his glowing hands.
"I was going to tell you, what you did with saving me from Danko and my dads." She watched him tilt his head curiously. "That was kind of romantic."
He looked a little amused but his features softened ever so slightly as he moved over to bring his slightly glowing hands to her face and that's when she realized there was no heat behind them, so she didn't wince away. She stood there as he lowered his head down, bringing his mouth close to hers. "Good to know. And Claire?"
She wanted to press close for a kiss but she paused. "Yes?"
"Going with me to get a new ability, kind of is too." The chuckle was warm and soft against her mouth.
"Man, we have a screwed up idea of romance." She laughed softly before leaning up to kiss him, closing her eyes as he turned off his ability and plunged them back into darkness as he kissed her back. It was pretty messed up but it suited them both just fine.
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heroslayer used with lots of love and permission]
"What in the hell are you doing?" Sylar sounded almost irritable, breaking Claire's concentration as she continued to stretch her arms towards the sky.
"I'm doing the salutation pose." Claire tried not to smirk even as she heard the tension in his voice.
"When did you start doing...."
"Yoga?" She arched a brow even though she didn't look back at him. "I don't know, couple years ago. I think when you found me in Florida." She listened to him as he made a non-committal grunt but she chose to ignore him as he started to bend over to change positions and then she had to laugh. "It's hard to concentrate when you're staring at my ass."
Sylar looked almost sheepish for a second, then he grunted again and she could hear him stomping off as he muttered to himself a little. As she pressed her hands to the ground, she looked over in the direction where he was disappearing and she pursed her lips a little bit as he looked tense even from a distance. He was getting restless and she could understand it. Even though they both loved their little cabin, they weren't used to staying in one place for very long.
The idea made her sigh.
He came back a couple hours later, looking no worse for the wear as he let himself into the cabin and paused as he found her curled up on the couch with a book in her hands. When she took notice of him, she quickly closed the book and pressed it to her lap as though she were trying to make the book disappear.
"What are you reading?" He arched a thick brow at her.
"Nothing." She cleared her throat, moving to tuck the book down beside her.
Not that he would allow that; a quick flick of his fingers pulled the book from her hands and into his own. He stood there quietly, ignoring the indignant huff as he looked over the cover and then read the back before looking at her incredulously. "Are you reading a romance novel?"
"Maybe." Now she looked like she was sulking a bit.
"Why?" His voice dripped with amused disdain as he tossed the book back towards her.
"Because whoever was here last left a small box of them and they're actually good." She tried not to be too defensive as she purposefully opened the book and tried to focus on reading again but he was moving to sit down beside her.
"You know what they say about women who read romance novels, right?"
"That they need to because they don't get any romance in their lives?" She shot at him and she saw the way his brows lifted with a sharp flare of surprised annoyance.
"You don't think you get any romance?" He looked at her, his eyes narrowing.
She didn't know why it bothered him, she never would have guessed he wanted to be seen as romantic. "Well, you're not exactly the type to hold open doors or light candles...."
He cut her off quickly. "I bring you flowers." Usually flowers he wasn't supposed to pick and she figured he did it because it was illegal but that wasn't the point. "And chocolate milk."
Claire did her best not to smirk. "Okay, true, you got me there."
"And I haven't killed you for weeks." That should get him bonus points.
It earned him a soft laugh. "This is very true. How silly of me, I have a very romantic...." She always trailed off on calling him her boyfriend or any kind of label. It just never really seemed to fit to call him that and she didn't know why. They seemed like more.
But he didn't see the humor in it; instead he was growling as he got to his feet and stalked towards the kitchen. It surprised her but it shouldn't have because she knew he was tense. So she watched him for a moment longer before she rose to her feet, setting her book to the side before picking her way slowly towards him. She knew him well enough to recognize the signs. He must have sensed her staring because he looked at her, annoyed. "What?"
"It's back, isn't it?" Not that she thought the hunger really ever left but it was getting bad.
Again he seemed surprised that she was intuitive enough to pick up on it and it unsettled him, perhaps it unsettled them both but he wasn't going to deny it. "Yes. I think there is someone nearby."
"Someone like us, that has an ability." She brushed some hair back from her face as she watched him nod his head slowly. She could tell he was fighting it and she didn't know why. She knew what he was and honestly, there was no one that knew better than perhaps himself. She had never asked him to change, not really. Not even when she had a bit of a problem with it because she still accepted him ever since she decided to look past him being her enemy. "So why haven't you found them yet?"
The look was purely predatory. "I did."
"But you don't have a new ability yet." She didn't need him to answer because it was right there in his body language, in the tension and the restlessness. If he did it, then they would have to move on or lay low depending on how close the body was to them. "Think you could take the ability without making it look like one of your scenes?"
He lifted his brows at her, studying her closely before nodding ever so slowly. "Yes."
She wished that she could tell him no but she couldn't. He had changed; not so much that he was a different person but this was different for them both. He was not used to sharing this side with someone or having them understand it and she wasn't sure what to think about the fact that she did. But she still nodded, grabbing the car keys before glancing at him. "I get to drive this time."
He didn't say anything, he merely jumped to follow her quickly before either one of them changed their minds.
It turned out that the person he was looking for was in a town about three hours away. Claire parked just down the street, using the shadows of the night to keep the car hidden as she stared at the old Spanish style house with it's cute, red shingles and faded white paint. She had worried about there being a family, something she couldn't hide from him but Sylar assured her that there was just the man who had the ability. He wasn't even sure what the ability was but he didn't care. She imagined it was a bit like going through withdrawal for him and he simply needed to take something to get rid of the edge.
It was about an hour after they arrived when suddenly the passenger door was opening, causing her to jump as she hadn't seen him coming at all. She hated when he did that which she had to tell him. "I hate when you do that creepy sneaking up thing."
"I didn't want anyone else to see me." He rolled his eyes before smiling, seeming relaxed as he glanced at her.
"What did you get?" She glanced down as she could see the blood on his hands even in the dark interior of the car and the air was already holding a metallic hint to it.
"I'll show you in a bit. Find a gas station where I can clean up." He nodded at her. "Drive." They needed to get out of there.
Claire found them a small gas station just outside of the town, one of those places where the door to the bathroom was around back which meant it was a little more private. He didn't question her as she followed him into the bathroom with a bag, pulling out a clean shirt as he stood at the sink and washed the blood from his hands. He was watching her the entire time though, studying her in the mirror as she met his gaze and arched her brows. "What?"
"Nothing." He smirked slowly to himself before drying his hands and working to peel off his shirt. She took the bloody one from him after handing over the clean shirt and she quickly stuffed it into the bag, tying it close. "Now, want to see my new ability?" When she nodded, he looked pleased. "Turn off the lights."
She looked somewhat confused but she didn't question as she turned to flick off the lights to plunge the bathroom into darkness. Then she saw him as a light started to fill the room. Not from the lights above but from his hands, just a soft glow that cast shadows over his face and over her as he held up his hands with a smirk.
Claire stood there quietly for a moment before she started to smirk. "Interesting, you're a night light." He gave a huff of amusement as he stepped close enough to swat at her arm, making them both laugh before she smiled a little more. "Sylar?"
"Hmm?" He looked up from his glowing hands.
"I was going to tell you, what you did with saving me from Danko and my dads." She watched him tilt his head curiously. "That was kind of romantic."
He looked a little amused but his features softened ever so slightly as he moved over to bring his slightly glowing hands to her face and that's when she realized there was no heat behind them, so she didn't wince away. She stood there as he lowered his head down, bringing his mouth close to hers. "Good to know. And Claire?"
She wanted to press close for a kiss but she paused. "Yes?"
"Going with me to get a new ability, kind of is too." The chuckle was warm and soft against her mouth.
"Man, we have a screwed up idea of romance." She laughed softly before leaning up to kiss him, closing her eyes as he turned off his ability and plunged them back into darkness as he kissed her back. It was pretty messed up but it suited them both just fine.
[
heroslayer used with lots of love and permission]