[TM] 278 - That's the wrong thing...
[ooc: Sylar is heroslayer and I didn't ask so much as tell her I was writing this... so I had to give him back the way I found him]
In a way it was pride, despite the slight twist it put into he stomach. Knowing what they were doing was one thing, but seeing it put into action was quite different. This was a lie, and not just any lie but a deception that clearly was putting everyone else in danger. Part of her wanted to try and cope with that sort of choice, but she knew she had no where else to turn when it all came down to it. He could've killed her, left her on that beach and moved on without her. Instead he let her go, and further than that he came after her. Seeking her out despite the terror he knew he must've placed into her thoughts. The soft explanations seemed to settle her mind and as the abilities he took grew, the more protection he could offer her, the more truth and trust as well. He knew when she was lying and she learned a long time ago, that a lie simply isn't worth it in the end.
The end though, that was something far more interesting to her now. Watching him as Nathan was still slightly unsettling, but it was what they needed to do. Off to the side of the camera she watched, the stability she could offer at his side was evident to those that watched him. Some of them expected Tracy Strauss to be with him, but this petite blonde knew to stay out of the way, and was polite. Elle seemed to offer them a certain amount of naivety that made her appear harmless to those that didn't know better.
When the cameras were shut off he answered a few more questions, but was in a hurry to get out of the spotlight, and out of this persona. The towncar took them to the hotel in DC, and as soon as the doors closed to the penthouse Elle moved from the front room into the bedroom running her fingers over the rack of ties that hung in the closet. The sound of him in the other room wasn't one she actually liked hearing as he shifted back to his familiar features, but as she returned from the bedroom she tilted her head at him.
"What?"
The tone was somewhat annoyed, but she didn't actually mind it. "Nothing, it's just that doesn't fit you. I mean I like the tie," she stated as her threaded against the silk tie, the deep burgundy color contrasting to the thin white stripes. Releasing the fabric she moved back to the bedroom and slipped the tie she had chosen earlier, the one that had been shot down by the publicist. It wasn't as wide, and it was black as well. There was a black dress shirt in the closet as well, but in the back of her mind she knew if she took his shirt off there wasn't going to any ties being tied after that, at least not properly.
Draping it over her shoulder she returned to the room where he was still fiddling with the cufflinks trying to unfasten them from the cuffs since he was clearly taller than Nathan. The length of the sleeves was too short now that he was himself again and he simply wanted to roll them up, or unfasten them at the very least. Leaning down Elle tugged at her high heels letting them land on the plush carpet with barely a sound. Flexing her toes for a moment she moved to kneel on the cushion of one of the chairs near a dining table. Her toes fit beneath the chair back poking through to the other side where his eyeline drifted with a slight lean over her shoulder. A playful swat guided him back to paying attention to her, now that she was nearly eye level to his mouth.
Hands slipped against the collar of his shirt, tugging the collar up before loosening the knot on the tie and tugging it off of him. His fingers still toyed at the cuffs, and her hands moved to brush against his fingers unfastening the cufflinks and letting the cuffs lie open against his wrists. The sound the tie made as it was tugged off her shoulder seemed quick, fabric running against fabric with a zip of friction that barely gave off a slight touch of warmth to her shoulder.
Letting her touch stray only slightly against his neck when she went to fold the collar down over the newly tied tie Elle brought her line of sight back up to his, catching him watching her for a moment before his hands grasped to hers with a bit more pressure than she'd been expecting. There was no reaction to catalog though, no fear left in her. If he had been planning on killing her he'd had many other chances, and now in the position he was in a murder would be more difficult to cover up, plus the blood stains on the carpet would never come out. Instead she let a smirk play upon her features as a drawn in breath pushed her closer to him in a way.
"I'm a fan of the tie, I think it looks good on you," Elle responded as she tugged a hand free from his grip, smoothing it down against his chest before his hand recaptured hers at the wrist quickly.
"I think I'd rather see it on you."
The implications of his tone sent a slight shiver down to her toes, still tucked beneath the back of the chair she was kneeling on. He let go of her wrists as quickly as he'd taken hold of them, tucking a fingertip behind the knot she'd tied a few moments earlier. With a rapid tug the tie was loosely hanging around his neck, slipped off over his head. The large loop now hung off a crooked fingertip, rocking it back and forth as he moved away from her. The movement alone hinted at more than just a teasing motion, like a predator trying to entrap it's prey.
The breath that was exhaled from her lungs came out smoothly as her feet were brought to touch back down to the plush of the carpet a smirk teasing at her features as she followed, "I did say I was a fan of the tie."
"Prove it."
In a way it was pride, despite the slight twist it put into he stomach. Knowing what they were doing was one thing, but seeing it put into action was quite different. This was a lie, and not just any lie but a deception that clearly was putting everyone else in danger. Part of her wanted to try and cope with that sort of choice, but she knew she had no where else to turn when it all came down to it. He could've killed her, left her on that beach and moved on without her. Instead he let her go, and further than that he came after her. Seeking her out despite the terror he knew he must've placed into her thoughts. The soft explanations seemed to settle her mind and as the abilities he took grew, the more protection he could offer her, the more truth and trust as well. He knew when she was lying and she learned a long time ago, that a lie simply isn't worth it in the end.
The end though, that was something far more interesting to her now. Watching him as Nathan was still slightly unsettling, but it was what they needed to do. Off to the side of the camera she watched, the stability she could offer at his side was evident to those that watched him. Some of them expected Tracy Strauss to be with him, but this petite blonde knew to stay out of the way, and was polite. Elle seemed to offer them a certain amount of naivety that made her appear harmless to those that didn't know better.
When the cameras were shut off he answered a few more questions, but was in a hurry to get out of the spotlight, and out of this persona. The towncar took them to the hotel in DC, and as soon as the doors closed to the penthouse Elle moved from the front room into the bedroom running her fingers over the rack of ties that hung in the closet. The sound of him in the other room wasn't one she actually liked hearing as he shifted back to his familiar features, but as she returned from the bedroom she tilted her head at him.
"What?"
The tone was somewhat annoyed, but she didn't actually mind it. "Nothing, it's just that doesn't fit you. I mean I like the tie," she stated as her threaded against the silk tie, the deep burgundy color contrasting to the thin white stripes. Releasing the fabric she moved back to the bedroom and slipped the tie she had chosen earlier, the one that had been shot down by the publicist. It wasn't as wide, and it was black as well. There was a black dress shirt in the closet as well, but in the back of her mind she knew if she took his shirt off there wasn't going to any ties being tied after that, at least not properly.
Draping it over her shoulder she returned to the room where he was still fiddling with the cufflinks trying to unfasten them from the cuffs since he was clearly taller than Nathan. The length of the sleeves was too short now that he was himself again and he simply wanted to roll them up, or unfasten them at the very least. Leaning down Elle tugged at her high heels letting them land on the plush carpet with barely a sound. Flexing her toes for a moment she moved to kneel on the cushion of one of the chairs near a dining table. Her toes fit beneath the chair back poking through to the other side where his eyeline drifted with a slight lean over her shoulder. A playful swat guided him back to paying attention to her, now that she was nearly eye level to his mouth.
Hands slipped against the collar of his shirt, tugging the collar up before loosening the knot on the tie and tugging it off of him. His fingers still toyed at the cuffs, and her hands moved to brush against his fingers unfastening the cufflinks and letting the cuffs lie open against his wrists. The sound the tie made as it was tugged off her shoulder seemed quick, fabric running against fabric with a zip of friction that barely gave off a slight touch of warmth to her shoulder.
Letting her touch stray only slightly against his neck when she went to fold the collar down over the newly tied tie Elle brought her line of sight back up to his, catching him watching her for a moment before his hands grasped to hers with a bit more pressure than she'd been expecting. There was no reaction to catalog though, no fear left in her. If he had been planning on killing her he'd had many other chances, and now in the position he was in a murder would be more difficult to cover up, plus the blood stains on the carpet would never come out. Instead she let a smirk play upon her features as a drawn in breath pushed her closer to him in a way.
"I'm a fan of the tie, I think it looks good on you," Elle responded as she tugged a hand free from his grip, smoothing it down against his chest before his hand recaptured hers at the wrist quickly.
"I think I'd rather see it on you."
The implications of his tone sent a slight shiver down to her toes, still tucked beneath the back of the chair she was kneeling on. He let go of her wrists as quickly as he'd taken hold of them, tucking a fingertip behind the knot she'd tied a few moments earlier. With a rapid tug the tie was loosely hanging around his neck, slipped off over his head. The large loop now hung off a crooked fingertip, rocking it back and forth as he moved away from her. The movement alone hinted at more than just a teasing motion, like a predator trying to entrap it's prey.
The breath that was exhaled from her lungs came out smoothly as her feet were brought to touch back down to the plush of the carpet a smirk teasing at her features as she followed, "I did say I was a fan of the tie."
"Prove it."