Sep 23, 2010 23:50
AN: Owning nothing. Never written a drabble… but I was totally prompt inspired!
“You said we’d have him forever,” she whispered as she kissed him with untold desperation. Her hands ripped his hair out as she pulled at him, always, drawing him in.
Her tears were his only weakness in the end.
Here at the end of days, the end of worlds past and present, she sobbed. How could he hold her when it was always going to be his fault?
They had lost him today. Their glue. Despite endless pleas and a cycle of blood transfusions, the only man who could rein either of them in from their darkness was gone.
Sylar felt a single tear trail down his own face as he sealed the ground around Peter, the last good person to see the blood red sky of a dying earth. With him, Sylar knew they buried everything they had built.
As abruptly as her kiss had begun, it ended, leaving him cold and longing.
Her scoff cut through the empty air as she turned away from him for the last time, “Oh please, don’t cry, you fucking liar.”
sylar/claire,
fanfiction