Nov 28, 2007 16:11
I have written something. Not much of anything, but something. Currently being eaten whole by a common cold/plague and the last research paper, but I'll leave you all with this tidbit:
He wondered, quite sincerely, what the man’s brains would look like splattered across the laboratory floor. Pulling a disarming smile into place, Sylar stuck out his hand. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” Mohinder was watching, so civility was a must, for the time being. No matter; it was a game Sylar was accustomed to playing.
Cheers,
~縺れる
motsureru
drabble,
any other night,
broken glass