Heroes Drabbles--Colors
Title: Colors Drabbles
Summary: Ten 100 word drabbles related to colors.
Rating: K-T
Pairing: Sylar/Peter, gen
Red-100 words (Sylar's POV)
Blood is bright red. It's not like it is in movies where they have it dark and syrupy. In real life it's bright and damning. It only darkens up when it starts to curdle. At first I thought it was a shame that it was such a noticeable color. But later I began to appreciate it. Every splash of red was a testament to how much closer I was to my goal. Red became a reward, a stamp of a job well done. It cheered me on. How fitting was it that Claire and her little friend wore red uniforms?
Blue--100 words (Peter's POV)
More than half my scrubs were blue when I worked with hospice care. My paramedic's uniform is blue too. Psychologists say that blue has a calming affect on people and it helps put them at ease. I'm not to sure it works but they've done studies on it so I'll go with it. I'm thinking that if I maybe paint my apartment blue Sylar won't be so twitchy about everything. He says he'd feel better if I'd just strip naked and paint myself blue. I know he was being an ass, but I think that it might actually help him.
Yellow--100 words (Sylar's POV)
I know Peter's deepest, most intimate secret. Well, the secret I don't think he wants anyone to know. Peter owns bright yellow underwear. They look like spanky panties. He says he got use to the style when he wore them in track. I can understand that, I myself prefer the feel of boxer-briefs. But yellow? I thought Peter always had a little sugar in the tank and this just proves it. No straight man owns yellow spanky pants. I'm not even sure gay men wear them. Maybe Peter's just special that way. Special in a 'I wear ridiculous underwear' way.
Green--100 words (Peter's POV)
Are there Poptarts with green icing? There should be, it's such a pretty color. But I guess most kids associate green with vegetables and with Poptarts being a kids thing, green is out. But what flavor would it be? Green apple maybe or watermelon...but watermelon isn't very breakfast-y. I guess it doesn't have to be a green flavor. It could just be one of those wacky Poptarts with crazy colored icing and wild flavors. Hm, I suddenly want Poptarts. Do we have any? Yes...nutrition facts...pictures...Oh my god! Wild Grape Poptarts have green icing. I want them!
Orange--100 words (Sylar's POV)
I should've been good at basketball. In high school I was tall and a great runner. I was use to being bumped and I was desperate to be involved in something. But no, I was nerd and I had no self-esteem. So when I saw the sign for tryouts, every year, I hurried by with my head down. I could've been so cool. Oh who am I kidding. I would've made an ass of myself. That's the last thing I needed as a teen. Go younger me for being smart. Pfft, basketball, it's a stupid game anyways. I'm cool now...
Purple--100 words (Peter's POV)
Bruises are only purple for a little while. For most of their lives, they're a nasty brown or yellow. When a bruise is purple you know it's fresh. You know they still feel tender there and they might even still be frightened of whoever caused it. Bruises can say a lot. That's why Sylar was so desperate to hide it. He shouldn't bruise, it should never get to that purple. Soon it'll be brown, then yellow. But I'm afraid that he may die before the bruise gets there. He's sick, and I don't know if I can make it better.
Black--(Sylar's POV)
Charcoal, soot, Midnight Temptation...it's all black. I see no difference. If I can't tell the difference when I'm standing right here staring at them, how can women tell once they dye their hair. It's all just black. Are these women crazy? Are these hair dye companies crazy? Or is it maybe a combination of both? Why can't a woman just walk into the store and grab a box labeled 'black' and be done with it?
"Did you pick one yet?"
"I can't decide."
Don't look at me like that Peter, this is the future of my hair I'm contemplating!
White--100 words (Peter's POV)
Italian or not, I can not tan. I fry in prolonged sunlight. I don't know if I got stiffed genetically or if my skin just hates me and the outside world. But either way, running away to some place sunny just doesn't seem like a good idea. I'd be spotted, then subsequently gunned down, while going out for sunblock. Not a cool way to go. I'd prefer to run somewhere cold, possibly some place with snow. Maybe then I could blend in with the surroundings. my hair might pose a problem but I'll work that out when I get there.
Pink--100 words (Sylar's POV)
Peter's groin, stomach, and face turn the cutest pink during sex. It's this soft baby pink color to start with, then the closer he gets to orgasm the pinker he gets. But it never turns red like most sweaty old geezers. Nope, Peter is adorable through and through during sex. There should be paint that color. Maybe I can take a picture and bring it in for color matching. Then I can paint the whole room 'Peter-sex-pink'. Or maybe I could call it 'Tickle me down there pink'. Do I have a camera? I do...I am so doing this.
Gray--100 words (Peter's POV)
Gabriel Gray, the boogeyman, Sylar, my lover. I was wary at first. I thought it was all about the sex, the release. But he kept coming back. Sometimes, when it wasn't convenient, I shooed him away. And he always went, looking like a kicked puppy. Then he'd crawl back to me later. It took months before I realized he wanted something more. He wanted to be 'together'. So I gave it a chance, and here we are. In a few short hours I won't be Peter Petrelli anymore, I'll be Peter Gray. Doesn't sound as good, but it feels amazing.
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Warning Science Content: The gene for seeing red is carried on the X chromosome. Which means that women have two of those gene's. Which means women see more colors of the visible spectrum than men do. It came from being hunter gatherers way back in the stone age. Women had to know the difference between the shiny red berries that killed you, and the shiny red berries that tasted good. So the next time your guy friends just don't get why you're fretting over creme versus eggshell, be patient. We're genetically gifted in that area.
Summary: Ten 100 word drabbles related to colors.
Rating: K-T
Pairing: Sylar/Peter, gen
Red-100 words (Sylar's POV)
Blood is bright red. It's not like it is in movies where they have it dark and syrupy. In real life it's bright and damning. It only darkens up when it starts to curdle. At first I thought it was a shame that it was such a noticeable color. But later I began to appreciate it. Every splash of red was a testament to how much closer I was to my goal. Red became a reward, a stamp of a job well done. It cheered me on. How fitting was it that Claire and her little friend wore red uniforms?
Blue--100 words (Peter's POV)
More than half my scrubs were blue when I worked with hospice care. My paramedic's uniform is blue too. Psychologists say that blue has a calming affect on people and it helps put them at ease. I'm not to sure it works but they've done studies on it so I'll go with it. I'm thinking that if I maybe paint my apartment blue Sylar won't be so twitchy about everything. He says he'd feel better if I'd just strip naked and paint myself blue. I know he was being an ass, but I think that it might actually help him.
Yellow--100 words (Sylar's POV)
I know Peter's deepest, most intimate secret. Well, the secret I don't think he wants anyone to know. Peter owns bright yellow underwear. They look like spanky panties. He says he got use to the style when he wore them in track. I can understand that, I myself prefer the feel of boxer-briefs. But yellow? I thought Peter always had a little sugar in the tank and this just proves it. No straight man owns yellow spanky pants. I'm not even sure gay men wear them. Maybe Peter's just special that way. Special in a 'I wear ridiculous underwear' way.
Green--100 words (Peter's POV)
Are there Poptarts with green icing? There should be, it's such a pretty color. But I guess most kids associate green with vegetables and with Poptarts being a kids thing, green is out. But what flavor would it be? Green apple maybe or watermelon...but watermelon isn't very breakfast-y. I guess it doesn't have to be a green flavor. It could just be one of those wacky Poptarts with crazy colored icing and wild flavors. Hm, I suddenly want Poptarts. Do we have any? Yes...nutrition facts...pictures...Oh my god! Wild Grape Poptarts have green icing. I want them!
Orange--100 words (Sylar's POV)
I should've been good at basketball. In high school I was tall and a great runner. I was use to being bumped and I was desperate to be involved in something. But no, I was nerd and I had no self-esteem. So when I saw the sign for tryouts, every year, I hurried by with my head down. I could've been so cool. Oh who am I kidding. I would've made an ass of myself. That's the last thing I needed as a teen. Go younger me for being smart. Pfft, basketball, it's a stupid game anyways. I'm cool now...
Purple--100 words (Peter's POV)
Bruises are only purple for a little while. For most of their lives, they're a nasty brown or yellow. When a bruise is purple you know it's fresh. You know they still feel tender there and they might even still be frightened of whoever caused it. Bruises can say a lot. That's why Sylar was so desperate to hide it. He shouldn't bruise, it should never get to that purple. Soon it'll be brown, then yellow. But I'm afraid that he may die before the bruise gets there. He's sick, and I don't know if I can make it better.
Black--(Sylar's POV)
Charcoal, soot, Midnight Temptation...it's all black. I see no difference. If I can't tell the difference when I'm standing right here staring at them, how can women tell once they dye their hair. It's all just black. Are these women crazy? Are these hair dye companies crazy? Or is it maybe a combination of both? Why can't a woman just walk into the store and grab a box labeled 'black' and be done with it?
"Did you pick one yet?"
"I can't decide."
Don't look at me like that Peter, this is the future of my hair I'm contemplating!
White--100 words (Peter's POV)
Italian or not, I can not tan. I fry in prolonged sunlight. I don't know if I got stiffed genetically or if my skin just hates me and the outside world. But either way, running away to some place sunny just doesn't seem like a good idea. I'd be spotted, then subsequently gunned down, while going out for sunblock. Not a cool way to go. I'd prefer to run somewhere cold, possibly some place with snow. Maybe then I could blend in with the surroundings. my hair might pose a problem but I'll work that out when I get there.
Pink--100 words (Sylar's POV)
Peter's groin, stomach, and face turn the cutest pink during sex. It's this soft baby pink color to start with, then the closer he gets to orgasm the pinker he gets. But it never turns red like most sweaty old geezers. Nope, Peter is adorable through and through during sex. There should be paint that color. Maybe I can take a picture and bring it in for color matching. Then I can paint the whole room 'Peter-sex-pink'. Or maybe I could call it 'Tickle me down there pink'. Do I have a camera? I do...I am so doing this.
Gray--100 words (Peter's POV)
Gabriel Gray, the boogeyman, Sylar, my lover. I was wary at first. I thought it was all about the sex, the release. But he kept coming back. Sometimes, when it wasn't convenient, I shooed him away. And he always went, looking like a kicked puppy. Then he'd crawl back to me later. It took months before I realized he wanted something more. He wanted to be 'together'. So I gave it a chance, and here we are. In a few short hours I won't be Peter Petrelli anymore, I'll be Peter Gray. Doesn't sound as good, but it feels amazing.
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Warning Science Content: The gene for seeing red is carried on the X chromosome. Which means that women have two of those gene's. Which means women see more colors of the visible spectrum than men do. It came from being hunter gatherers way back in the stone age. Women had to know the difference between the shiny red berries that killed you, and the shiny red berries that tasted good. So the next time your guy friends just don't get why you're fretting over creme versus eggshell, be patient. We're genetically gifted in that area.