Sylar, "I Am Become Death"-verse, ye olde panfandome bar
Noah's been a little under the weather lately. His head was already drooping onto Gabriel's shoulder as his father carried him upstairs, and it took more coaxing than usual to get him to brush his teeth and put on his pyjamas.
It's just the sniffles and a long day; nothing that won't fix itself, given time. Gabriel makes a mental note to pick up some children's cough medicine tomorrow anyway.
He tucks Noah in -- fast asleep within moments, even before Gabriel can read him a bedtime story -- kisses his forehead, and whispers, "Sweet dreams, champ."
And two minutes after he closes the door to his son's room, Gabriel opens the door to his own and stops dead at the sight of something he hasn't seen in four years.
"Oh, no."
[OOC: massive amounts of slowtime are in effect, but! I will be responding to all tags, and new tags are welcome until the end of the week. :D]
It's just the sniffles and a long day; nothing that won't fix itself, given time. Gabriel makes a mental note to pick up some children's cough medicine tomorrow anyway.
He tucks Noah in -- fast asleep within moments, even before Gabriel can read him a bedtime story -- kisses his forehead, and whispers, "Sweet dreams, champ."
And two minutes after he closes the door to his son's room, Gabriel opens the door to his own and stops dead at the sight of something he hasn't seen in four years.
"Oh, no."
[OOC: massive amounts of slowtime are in effect, but! I will be responding to all tags, and new tags are welcome until the end of the week. :D]