30.2.B. “The little things? The little moments? They aren't little.” -John Zabat-Zinn
Mohinder stood in the foyer, looking out through the doors to the sunlit world that lay beyond.
People walked past, coats ruffled in the wind, hair tousled and free. The light drizzle that had seized the city let up briefly, letting the sun peek cheerfully through the scattered clouds. It was a perfect day for being outside on the city streets, among people.
He took a step forwards, and his arm stung with a deep sympathetic throb from his chest. His side tensed and knotted, drawing a harsh breath between his lips.
He had done this a hundred times. He had stepped out into those streets a hundred times with no concern. He'd gotten back up from having his face broken, his ribs cracked, a gun shoved in his face. He'd shrugged off hours of torture at Sylar's hands and gone straight back to it.
All he wanted was the comfort of the loft around him, animals close and human comfort closer, large hand on his hip and possessive embrace that should have chilled him but right now...
He shook his head when the doorman looked to him and stepped back to the elevator. "Maybe tomorrow."
Tomorrow, he'd feel stronger.
Word Count: 200
Based on rp with eternityticking
People walked past, coats ruffled in the wind, hair tousled and free. The light drizzle that had seized the city let up briefly, letting the sun peek cheerfully through the scattered clouds. It was a perfect day for being outside on the city streets, among people.
He took a step forwards, and his arm stung with a deep sympathetic throb from his chest. His side tensed and knotted, drawing a harsh breath between his lips.
He had done this a hundred times. He had stepped out into those streets a hundred times with no concern. He'd gotten back up from having his face broken, his ribs cracked, a gun shoved in his face. He'd shrugged off hours of torture at Sylar's hands and gone straight back to it.
All he wanted was the comfort of the loft around him, animals close and human comfort closer, large hand on his hip and possessive embrace that should have chilled him but right now...
He shook his head when the doorman looked to him and stepped back to the elevator. "Maybe tomorrow."
Tomorrow, he'd feel stronger.
Word Count: 200
Based on rp with eternityticking