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Who: Elle & Sylar
What: Finding out Molly's gone home
When: Monday morning
Where: Elle & Sylar's room
Rating: PG-13
Elle: [Stands in the kitchen, sort of flamingo-like in her stance, one foot pressed to her knee as she watches the little orange light flick on for the waffle maker. She was being advantageous and trying for the third time to make waffles. The prior two times they'd been... well, awful.] Molls... [She's gonna try to wake up the monster without having to actually go in and become the Lite Brite version of Elle] Molly! [A bit louder since she does know Molly has a habit of sleeping with her iPod on and in her ears... which she should try to stop her of that habit] Mol-- [opts to lean down the hall] Sylar, can you even see if she's pretending to be slightly awake? If these burn again, I'm still gonna expect her to eat them. [sighing, she looked at the batter... it looked... okay-ish. Clearly, she was not meant to be this domestic. Ever.]
Sylar: [has been up for awhile, chilling on the couch with a book he grabbed out of the library a few days ago, waiting for breakfast. he ... could probably have cooked -- he can make eggs and half-decent waffles -- but he didn't feel like it. didn't sleep well last night, though it had nothing to do with the nightmares that have been going around, so he's kind of in one of those moods where people had damn well better do things for him! but anyway, he looks up from his book, frowning, considers that for a moment, and then sets the book aside to go wake Molly up. and she's not there. and his heart drops into his stomach at that realization, because it feels wrong somehow. like it felt when Mohinder just disappeared when they were together. backpedals out of the room, practically bolting for the door]
Elle: [hears the silence, which doesn't usually come from a room where a girl is supposed to be told to get up, and then there's the motion of Sylar moving to the door... which doesn't sit well with her at all. Her hand reaches to tug the waffle maker unplugged from the wall, because if something is going on, she's not about to leave that to burn and cook and smoke up the place. She'll move down the hall to see what he saw and the empty room... it reminds her of when Peter and Adam left Hartsdale... that vacant not needed space. Elle let's her line of sight move toward the door, hoping that the worst isn't about to happen]
Sylar: [pulls the door open hastily and perhaps with a bit more force than is necessary and checks the nameplates. sure enough, Molly's is missing, and he stumbles back away from the door, half sagging against the wall as his back hits it, and reaches out with her ability desperately, trying to find her even though he's pretty sure that he's going to come up with nothing]
Elle: [drops the bowl of batter into the sink, and moves toward the front door. There's a look of confusion on her features, because she knows... in her heart she knows that Molly is gone, but she's not sure just how Sylar will handle this... especially given the time-frame of everything. Her hand reaches to touch to his shoulder, tentatively, unsure how he's going to react]
Sylar: [twitches at the touch, turning his eyes to her slowly. there's a moment where he looks entirely crushed, and then he tenses, something near blind rage flooding his expression. it's not fair -- not when Mohinder left at this time last year. it's not fair -- not when he had everything he ever wanted here. and just -- fuck this. fuck everything. scowls at her, suddenly, shrugging her hand off] Don't touch me.
Elle: [Flinches back, a bit slower than she probably needed to, mostly because she hadn't expected that. She even takes a step back away from him, her arm tugging across her chest defensively.]
Sylar: [is really, really tempted to break something. probably her, just on principle, since it's only a matter of time until she abandons him, too. probably next June. just like everyone. stalks over to the couch and throws himself down on it, and tries to resist the urge to smash the coffee table. may be reformed, but he apparently doesn't do so well with that when he's pissed off]
Elle: [She shouldn't be amused, and she doesn't laugh at all, but there is something very 'Molly' like in the tantrum that Sylar is throwing. After a moment, she closes the door to the room, moving to stand in closer to him, but unsure of what she should do, because she doesn't like to see him this way. While, she's upset and she misses Molly too, she's more concerned for him. She knows how long he had taken care of her, the obstacles that he had to overcome to get her to trust him... she can relate to knowing how hard it is to earn someone's trust. She wants to say that she's sorry, but it's not her fault and the words won't do anything.] Sylar, what -- [she pauses, biting on her bottom lip for a moment as her weight shifts in her stance] what can I do to help?
Sylar: [flashes her a sick smile] Unless you can bring her back? Nothing.
Elle: [Her stomach slightly drops at that smile, it's odd to think that months ago there would've been a much different reaction to that sort of cruelty flashing on his features.] Even... even if I could, it wouldn't be the same. [She states rather honestly.]
Sylar: [there's a flash of hurt again before he covers it back up with anger. and icily] No, it wouldn't. [clenches his fists abruptly, and when he does, the coffee table practically explodes, raining glass shards down on him. or, well, rains is probably a bad way of putting it, seeing as how one of the shards goes right through his shoulder. and that just seems to piss him off more. growls, reaching up to dig it out]
Elle: [yeah... she was standing over there. She doesn't feel a thing as the glass flies out and across her skin, she does try to flinch away from it, she isn't blind or anything, but even her own movements aren't fast enough. Elle can at least feel the warmth of blood across her elbow and that tickle of liquid rolling down her skin, her fingers brushing to her cheek trying to see if she can at least find where the cut is]
Sylar: [tosses the piece that went through his shoulder on the floor and makes a soft noise, rolling his shoulder as it heals. things he did not need today? ruining this shirt. and he's too concerned with that to really care how hurt she is or isn't]
Elle: [well, she'll at least go check in the bathroom mirror since she now is worried she's just smeared blood across her cheek, so she'll leave the room, let him wallow in his own anger, making an upset face at her reflection, since this whole loss thing really sucks]
Sylar: [is probably going to burn out, left to himself, honestly. he's more hurt than actually angry, after all]
Elle: [cleans up what she can, since stupid cuts on your face take forever to stop bleeding, and returns to the room, sitting on the edge of the couch, once more a hesitant touch coming to his back]
Sylar: [doesn't look at her. has taken to staring sort of blankly at the remains of the coffee table]
Elle: [lets her hand settle against his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, which does tend to make the cuts on her arm bleed a bit more as that muscle flexes]
Sylar: [he tenses a bit, dull anger flaring back up -- didn't he tell her not to touch him? is half tempted to throw her into a wall, just for doing what he said not to, but he restrains himself]
Elle: [she feels that tensing beneath her palm and withdraws again, wringing her hands lightly in her lap, speaking softly] I'm just trying to help.
Sylar: I know. [shifts a bit, leaning to pick the shard of glass back up off the floor. twists it around in his fingers, watching how the light catches the blood on it]
Elle: [moves toward the end of the couch, because if he's gonna blow something else up, she'd like a bit more distance]
Sylar: [hums a bit, sort of hysterically amused] Don't worry. It's not for you.
Elle: [a bit defensively, because -- seriously??] I should hope not.
Sylar: [just shrugs. isn't really home, right now -- think how he was when he had that conversation with his mother. so, which is worse? his anger or his apathy?]
Elle: [she does not know how to cope with this side of him at all... she's not experienced in handling something that isn't easy to see. Anger is easy, hurt is easy... this... this is unnerving]
Sylar: [yeah, anger is easy -- which is why he usually defaults to it. but anyway, still staring at the shard of glass here] ... you know, I thought -- she always begged me not to leave her. To not do what Mohinder did to her. Guess I should have made her promise the same thing.
Elle: [rubs her hand to her elbow, out of habit mostly, but of course she doesn't realize that's just going to make a mess... stupid blood.] This place... it doesn't honor those sort of promises. [She knows she probably shouldn't speak at all, but she can't just sit there in silence, either]
Sylar: [scowls at her] I managed well enough.
Elle: Why, because she was taken back first? [She really knows she shouldn't have said that, but she can't help it, he's being a moron]
Sylar: [and that earns her a sneer] I've been here for two years. Everyone I've ever given a damn about has gone home at some point. Forgotten everything You. Mohinder. Molly. Peter.
Sylar: And that's just the people from home.
Elle: [exhales softly] I know. [she can't even apologize for leaving before since she doesn't even remember it, and now she's got nowhere else to go if she does go back home. A few more seconds of life... that's what she has.]
Sylar: [sets the piece of glass down on the edge of the couch and spreads his fingers out over it, raising it up idly. doesn't say anything, though]
Elle: [curbs her need to fill that silence, just watching him instead]
Sylar: [spins the shard in the air] You know ... she said it was hell. [good luck guessing what he's talking about -- he doesn't plan on explaining himself -- but it's clearly not about Molly leaving anymore]
Elle: [Yeah... he totally lost her on that one, especially using the female pronoun there, but then again the only other female that Elle knew Sylar knew that well, was Ruby -- which, that raises up an entirely different set of emotions, so you'll get en even more silent Elle]
Sylar: ... sorry. [just might be]
Elle: [shrugs, because there's not much to say about being possessed and tortured by someone you trusted... because she's been through that a few times in her actual life, so here -- it wasn't exactly nice] It's fine. I know you weren't concerned with my stuff. [said very softly again]
Sylar: We weren't -- you were just ... [someone who fucked up his life] ... whatever.
Sylar: Doesn't really matter anymore, I guess.
Elle: [isn't sure what's going on... or how to even talk to him apparently] I'm... I'll be quiet.
Sylar: [puts the glass shard down] You don't have to be.
Elle: [glances to her hands] I don't know what to say. I don't want you to be hurt.
Sylar: Too late. [at least he fessed up to that, though]
Elle: [doesn't look at him] I'm sorry.
Sylar: It happens. [next June, knowing his luck, she'll go home on his birthday]
Elle: [exhales a shaky breath, because she wants to move closer to him, but she really doesn't want to have him tell her to get away again]
Sylar: [would probably actually let her touch him this time]
Elle: [she's probably a mess...]
Sylar: [like he hasn't been covered in blood before]
Elle: [inches... not all the way over there, she's testing the waters]
Sylar: [shifts towards her a bit, himself]
Elle: [exhales again, and moves to sit close to him, hoping that at least the fact that she still loves him is easy enough to feel beneath the sadness she has over him being upset and Molly being gone]
Sylar: [it is, though he's not going to say anything to recriprocate out loud. mostly because he's suddenly concluded that people admits to loving leave. here, at home, whatever]
Elle: [she really doesn't like thinking that he's just waiting for her to leave him, in fact that's more upsetting to her than Molly leaving]
Sylar: [it's how his life works. puts an arm around her, pulling her close]
Elle: [doesn't mean she has to like it]
Sylar: [yeah, guess not. ... and now, he's not sure what to say. doesn't want to apologize that she's hurting to or that he's upset, but ... he feels like he should say something]
Elle: [she doesn't really need to hear anything at the moment]
Sylar: [fine, then. is just going to hold her for a good long while before, casually] Think you need stitches?
Elle: [shrugs] I don't know... [presses a hand to her elbow] It's still bleeding.
Sylar: [shifts a bit so he can look]
Elle: [leans away a bit, just so he can look]
Sylar: [so. how bad is it?]
Elle: [there are some pretty deep lacerations across her arm and smaller ones on her face, those'll heal, but the ones across her arms... she'll at least need gauze and bandages until she gets to work in the morning]
Sylar: [makes a face, and pulls away entirely to go get the first aid crap]
Elle: [exhales heavily, her shoulders slumping a bit, rubbing her palm against her jean, trying to get the dry blood off her hand]
Sylar: [comes back with the first aid kit, settling down on the edge of the couch] Come here. [not that she's, like, less than a foot from him or anything]
Elle: [shifts toward him, holding her arm out] Ugh. [kinda doesn't like seeing cuts that she can't feel]
Sylar: [goes about patching her up, frowning]
Elle: [holds still while he does this, and wants to tell him that it's okay if he misses Molly, but will be quiet while he's got a hold of her]
Sylar: [finishes it up and shifts back on the couch, setting the first aid kit off to the side] You'll probably need stitches tomorrow.
Elle: [nods] I'll ask Kutner to help. He's helped before. I'm worse than accident prone, it's like I'm accident unaware.
Sylar: [nods]
Elle: [looks up at him] If I could make it better, you know I would.
Sylar: Yeah, I know. [shame she can't, really]
Elle: [glances to the bandages] Thank you. [gestures toward his hand, because she does want to at least have some sort of connection to him]
Sylar: [reaches for her hand, shrugging]
Elle: [takes it lightly, leaning against him just a bit]
Sylar: [holds her close, closing his eyes. wants to go back to bed. fuck his life. fuck waffles]
Elle: [is really glad that she can't feel his feelings, because that would make her upset, because she's still here and she doesn't want to leave]
Sylar: [but she will eventually. it happens. ... should probably get used to it, since he's going to live forever]
Elle: [not here... here she'll never age... ever, she's eternally twenty-however old I made her]
Sylar: [until she goes home]
Elle: [will staple herself to something. It's not like she'd feel it]
Sylar: [approves this plan]
Elle: [it's the elle is part of the museum before she leaves plan]
Sylar: [at least he's gotten rid of most of the Mohinder museum? ... though now he's going to have to make a Molly museum. hooray for creepy stalker / obsessive types!]
Elle: [actually won't mind the Molly museum, because she misses her too, she just doesn't want him to think that his relationship with Molly was the same as the one she had... which totally makes sense in an odd way]
Sylar: [he raised her for a year, so yeah ... it makes sense. ... might be clinging just a bit now that he's gotten over the anger. shh]
Elle: [it's a good thing she doesn't feel pain, because she'd have winced at him clinging to her with that arm pinned between them, but instead she just brings her other hand to rest to his head, keeping him close]
Sylar: [he's such a child, really. he didn't even think of that]
Elle: [she already thought he'd been throwing a tantrum, but really, she's okay... she loves him and she just wants him to know that]
Sylar: [still won't be saying it back. sorry]
Elle: [she hasn't said it either, in fact she's afraid to say it at the moment, but it's there]
Sylar: [yeah, he gets that. sighs a little, closing his eyes]
Elle: [turns toward him sitting up a bit more, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, and keeping her mouth close to his skin, a small bit of her tensing, expecting him to pull away]
Sylar: [doesn't. is just sort of defeated still]
Elle: [just keeps her mouth pressed there, still unsure of what else to do, but knows she can at least do this]
Sylar: [after a long while] ... I should probably tell Mohinder.
Elle: [takes a breath] You don't have to, not until you're ready. [it's not like Mohinder sees Molly all that often anyway, and he'd miss his chance to say goodbye regardless]
Sylar: He'll probably think we murdered her or something if I don't. [not that he's moving, though]
Elle: [shrugs, she'd let Mohinder watch her when there were all those kidnappings and they were going to go find them - it wasn't exactly a smooth transaction by any means, but it wasn't a suicidal trip when she went back to get her later]
Sylar: [just shrugs a bit, too]
Elle: You helped helped find those people from the kidnappings, Sylar. You're not that person that he thinks you are.
Sylar: For a second, earlier, I could have been. [not that he would have killed her, but he could have killed someone]
Elle: I wouldn't have blamed you.
Sylar: I'm sure someone would have.
Elle: [shrugs] I know you, or at least I think I know you well enough to know how you deal with things the easiest. [it's almost creepy to think that she'd have been okay with anything she's talking about] You could've and maybe no one would've even known. We both know how to make these things quiet.
Sylar: [can't help but smirk, though it's faint] Yeah, we do.
Sylar: [isn't ... exactly proud of that -- five years did change that much -- but ... the emotional rollercoastering made that sort of amusing]
Elle: [there's even a slightly cold tone to her words, disconnected from them slightly] I wouldn't have told.
Sylar: Good to know. [and that said, the smirk fades and he just leans into her again, sighing]
Elle: [shuts her eyes] I'd suggest going back to bed, but I'm not sure I want to wake up again.
Sylar: We don't have anywhere to be. We could just sleep all day.
Elle: [takes a deep breath at that, exhaling it slowly] Do you want to?
Sylar: Kinda, yeah.
Elle: [presses another kiss to his temple] Me too.
Sylar: [pulls away from her, wanting to be back in bed] Come on.
Elle: [gets up, and follows where he leads]
Sylar: [pauses just long enough to glance into Molly's room and then shut the door, and then continues onto their room]
Elle: [her stomach sinks a bit with that small gesture, feeling that slight bit of pressure in her chest and the odd sensation in her nose that she fights back, because she's not going to cry right now]
Sylar: [yeah, he feels a touch hollow again for having to do that, but ... at least it'll make sleeping easy. falls into bed quite literally]
Elle: [with the exception of the castle giving her kids, she's pretty sure she's never going to have one, so Molly was the best thing to have around, and now -- at least they had each other. Elle goes to climb into bed, clinging alongside him, just keeping quiet for the moment, really wanting to tell him that she loves him, but still not exactly sure he'd handle it that well]
Sylar: [wraps his arms around her, holding her close, silently]
Elle: [presses closer, possibly bleeding through the gauze on her arm, but not really caring, thinking that it could've been a lot worse]
Sylar: [yeah, it could have. go him for showing some measure of restraint or ... something. sighs softly, closing his eyes, emotionally exhausted]
Elle: [just stays there, eventually drifting off to sleep]
What: Finding out Molly's gone home
When: Monday morning
Where: Elle & Sylar's room
Rating: PG-13
Elle: [Stands in the kitchen, sort of flamingo-like in her stance, one foot pressed to her knee as she watches the little orange light flick on for the waffle maker. She was being advantageous and trying for the third time to make waffles. The prior two times they'd been... well, awful.] Molls... [She's gonna try to wake up the monster without having to actually go in and become the Lite Brite version of Elle] Molly! [A bit louder since she does know Molly has a habit of sleeping with her iPod on and in her ears... which she should try to stop her of that habit] Mol-- [opts to lean down the hall] Sylar, can you even see if she's pretending to be slightly awake? If these burn again, I'm still gonna expect her to eat them. [sighing, she looked at the batter... it looked... okay-ish. Clearly, she was not meant to be this domestic. Ever.]
Sylar: [has been up for awhile, chilling on the couch with a book he grabbed out of the library a few days ago, waiting for breakfast. he ... could probably have cooked -- he can make eggs and half-decent waffles -- but he didn't feel like it. didn't sleep well last night, though it had nothing to do with the nightmares that have been going around, so he's kind of in one of those moods where people had damn well better do things for him! but anyway, he looks up from his book, frowning, considers that for a moment, and then sets the book aside to go wake Molly up. and she's not there. and his heart drops into his stomach at that realization, because it feels wrong somehow. like it felt when Mohinder just disappeared when they were together. backpedals out of the room, practically bolting for the door]
Elle: [hears the silence, which doesn't usually come from a room where a girl is supposed to be told to get up, and then there's the motion of Sylar moving to the door... which doesn't sit well with her at all. Her hand reaches to tug the waffle maker unplugged from the wall, because if something is going on, she's not about to leave that to burn and cook and smoke up the place. She'll move down the hall to see what he saw and the empty room... it reminds her of when Peter and Adam left Hartsdale... that vacant not needed space. Elle let's her line of sight move toward the door, hoping that the worst isn't about to happen]
Sylar: [pulls the door open hastily and perhaps with a bit more force than is necessary and checks the nameplates. sure enough, Molly's is missing, and he stumbles back away from the door, half sagging against the wall as his back hits it, and reaches out with her ability desperately, trying to find her even though he's pretty sure that he's going to come up with nothing]
Elle: [drops the bowl of batter into the sink, and moves toward the front door. There's a look of confusion on her features, because she knows... in her heart she knows that Molly is gone, but she's not sure just how Sylar will handle this... especially given the time-frame of everything. Her hand reaches to touch to his shoulder, tentatively, unsure how he's going to react]
Sylar: [twitches at the touch, turning his eyes to her slowly. there's a moment where he looks entirely crushed, and then he tenses, something near blind rage flooding his expression. it's not fair -- not when Mohinder left at this time last year. it's not fair -- not when he had everything he ever wanted here. and just -- fuck this. fuck everything. scowls at her, suddenly, shrugging her hand off] Don't touch me.
Elle: [Flinches back, a bit slower than she probably needed to, mostly because she hadn't expected that. She even takes a step back away from him, her arm tugging across her chest defensively.]
Sylar: [is really, really tempted to break something. probably her, just on principle, since it's only a matter of time until she abandons him, too. probably next June. just like everyone. stalks over to the couch and throws himself down on it, and tries to resist the urge to smash the coffee table. may be reformed, but he apparently doesn't do so well with that when he's pissed off]
Elle: [She shouldn't be amused, and she doesn't laugh at all, but there is something very 'Molly' like in the tantrum that Sylar is throwing. After a moment, she closes the door to the room, moving to stand in closer to him, but unsure of what she should do, because she doesn't like to see him this way. While, she's upset and she misses Molly too, she's more concerned for him. She knows how long he had taken care of her, the obstacles that he had to overcome to get her to trust him... she can relate to knowing how hard it is to earn someone's trust. She wants to say that she's sorry, but it's not her fault and the words won't do anything.] Sylar, what -- [she pauses, biting on her bottom lip for a moment as her weight shifts in her stance] what can I do to help?
Sylar: [flashes her a sick smile] Unless you can bring her back? Nothing.
Elle: [Her stomach slightly drops at that smile, it's odd to think that months ago there would've been a much different reaction to that sort of cruelty flashing on his features.] Even... even if I could, it wouldn't be the same. [She states rather honestly.]
Sylar: [there's a flash of hurt again before he covers it back up with anger. and icily] No, it wouldn't. [clenches his fists abruptly, and when he does, the coffee table practically explodes, raining glass shards down on him. or, well, rains is probably a bad way of putting it, seeing as how one of the shards goes right through his shoulder. and that just seems to piss him off more. growls, reaching up to dig it out]
Elle: [yeah... she was standing over there. She doesn't feel a thing as the glass flies out and across her skin, she does try to flinch away from it, she isn't blind or anything, but even her own movements aren't fast enough. Elle can at least feel the warmth of blood across her elbow and that tickle of liquid rolling down her skin, her fingers brushing to her cheek trying to see if she can at least find where the cut is]
Sylar: [tosses the piece that went through his shoulder on the floor and makes a soft noise, rolling his shoulder as it heals. things he did not need today? ruining this shirt. and he's too concerned with that to really care how hurt she is or isn't]
Elle: [well, she'll at least go check in the bathroom mirror since she now is worried she's just smeared blood across her cheek, so she'll leave the room, let him wallow in his own anger, making an upset face at her reflection, since this whole loss thing really sucks]
Sylar: [is probably going to burn out, left to himself, honestly. he's more hurt than actually angry, after all]
Elle: [cleans up what she can, since stupid cuts on your face take forever to stop bleeding, and returns to the room, sitting on the edge of the couch, once more a hesitant touch coming to his back]
Sylar: [doesn't look at her. has taken to staring sort of blankly at the remains of the coffee table]
Elle: [lets her hand settle against his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, which does tend to make the cuts on her arm bleed a bit more as that muscle flexes]
Sylar: [he tenses a bit, dull anger flaring back up -- didn't he tell her not to touch him? is half tempted to throw her into a wall, just for doing what he said not to, but he restrains himself]
Elle: [she feels that tensing beneath her palm and withdraws again, wringing her hands lightly in her lap, speaking softly] I'm just trying to help.
Sylar: I know. [shifts a bit, leaning to pick the shard of glass back up off the floor. twists it around in his fingers, watching how the light catches the blood on it]
Elle: [moves toward the end of the couch, because if he's gonna blow something else up, she'd like a bit more distance]
Sylar: [hums a bit, sort of hysterically amused] Don't worry. It's not for you.
Elle: [a bit defensively, because -- seriously??] I should hope not.
Sylar: [just shrugs. isn't really home, right now -- think how he was when he had that conversation with his mother. so, which is worse? his anger or his apathy?]
Elle: [she does not know how to cope with this side of him at all... she's not experienced in handling something that isn't easy to see. Anger is easy, hurt is easy... this... this is unnerving]
Sylar: [yeah, anger is easy -- which is why he usually defaults to it. but anyway, still staring at the shard of glass here] ... you know, I thought -- she always begged me not to leave her. To not do what Mohinder did to her. Guess I should have made her promise the same thing.
Elle: [rubs her hand to her elbow, out of habit mostly, but of course she doesn't realize that's just going to make a mess... stupid blood.] This place... it doesn't honor those sort of promises. [She knows she probably shouldn't speak at all, but she can't just sit there in silence, either]
Sylar: [scowls at her] I managed well enough.
Elle: Why, because she was taken back first? [She really knows she shouldn't have said that, but she can't help it, he's being a moron]
Sylar: [and that earns her a sneer] I've been here for two years. Everyone I've ever given a damn about has gone home at some point. Forgotten everything You. Mohinder. Molly. Peter.
Sylar: And that's just the people from home.
Elle: [exhales softly] I know. [she can't even apologize for leaving before since she doesn't even remember it, and now she's got nowhere else to go if she does go back home. A few more seconds of life... that's what she has.]
Sylar: [sets the piece of glass down on the edge of the couch and spreads his fingers out over it, raising it up idly. doesn't say anything, though]
Elle: [curbs her need to fill that silence, just watching him instead]
Sylar: [spins the shard in the air] You know ... she said it was hell. [good luck guessing what he's talking about -- he doesn't plan on explaining himself -- but it's clearly not about Molly leaving anymore]
Elle: [Yeah... he totally lost her on that one, especially using the female pronoun there, but then again the only other female that Elle knew Sylar knew that well, was Ruby -- which, that raises up an entirely different set of emotions, so you'll get en even more silent Elle]
Sylar: ... sorry. [just might be]
Elle: [shrugs, because there's not much to say about being possessed and tortured by someone you trusted... because she's been through that a few times in her actual life, so here -- it wasn't exactly nice] It's fine. I know you weren't concerned with my stuff. [said very softly again]
Sylar: We weren't -- you were just ... [someone who fucked up his life] ... whatever.
Sylar: Doesn't really matter anymore, I guess.
Elle: [isn't sure what's going on... or how to even talk to him apparently] I'm... I'll be quiet.
Sylar: [puts the glass shard down] You don't have to be.
Elle: [glances to her hands] I don't know what to say. I don't want you to be hurt.
Sylar: Too late. [at least he fessed up to that, though]
Elle: [doesn't look at him] I'm sorry.
Sylar: It happens. [next June, knowing his luck, she'll go home on his birthday]
Elle: [exhales a shaky breath, because she wants to move closer to him, but she really doesn't want to have him tell her to get away again]
Sylar: [would probably actually let her touch him this time]
Elle: [she's probably a mess...]
Sylar: [like he hasn't been covered in blood before]
Elle: [inches... not all the way over there, she's testing the waters]
Sylar: [shifts towards her a bit, himself]
Elle: [exhales again, and moves to sit close to him, hoping that at least the fact that she still loves him is easy enough to feel beneath the sadness she has over him being upset and Molly being gone]
Sylar: [it is, though he's not going to say anything to recriprocate out loud. mostly because he's suddenly concluded that people admits to loving leave. here, at home, whatever]
Elle: [she really doesn't like thinking that he's just waiting for her to leave him, in fact that's more upsetting to her than Molly leaving]
Sylar: [it's how his life works. puts an arm around her, pulling her close]
Elle: [doesn't mean she has to like it]
Sylar: [yeah, guess not. ... and now, he's not sure what to say. doesn't want to apologize that she's hurting to or that he's upset, but ... he feels like he should say something]
Elle: [she doesn't really need to hear anything at the moment]
Sylar: [fine, then. is just going to hold her for a good long while before, casually] Think you need stitches?
Elle: [shrugs] I don't know... [presses a hand to her elbow] It's still bleeding.
Sylar: [shifts a bit so he can look]
Elle: [leans away a bit, just so he can look]
Sylar: [so. how bad is it?]
Elle: [there are some pretty deep lacerations across her arm and smaller ones on her face, those'll heal, but the ones across her arms... she'll at least need gauze and bandages until she gets to work in the morning]
Sylar: [makes a face, and pulls away entirely to go get the first aid crap]
Elle: [exhales heavily, her shoulders slumping a bit, rubbing her palm against her jean, trying to get the dry blood off her hand]
Sylar: [comes back with the first aid kit, settling down on the edge of the couch] Come here. [not that she's, like, less than a foot from him or anything]
Elle: [shifts toward him, holding her arm out] Ugh. [kinda doesn't like seeing cuts that she can't feel]
Sylar: [goes about patching her up, frowning]
Elle: [holds still while he does this, and wants to tell him that it's okay if he misses Molly, but will be quiet while he's got a hold of her]
Sylar: [finishes it up and shifts back on the couch, setting the first aid kit off to the side] You'll probably need stitches tomorrow.
Elle: [nods] I'll ask Kutner to help. He's helped before. I'm worse than accident prone, it's like I'm accident unaware.
Sylar: [nods]
Elle: [looks up at him] If I could make it better, you know I would.
Sylar: Yeah, I know. [shame she can't, really]
Elle: [glances to the bandages] Thank you. [gestures toward his hand, because she does want to at least have some sort of connection to him]
Sylar: [reaches for her hand, shrugging]
Elle: [takes it lightly, leaning against him just a bit]
Sylar: [holds her close, closing his eyes. wants to go back to bed. fuck his life. fuck waffles]
Elle: [is really glad that she can't feel his feelings, because that would make her upset, because she's still here and she doesn't want to leave]
Sylar: [but she will eventually. it happens. ... should probably get used to it, since he's going to live forever]
Elle: [not here... here she'll never age... ever, she's eternally twenty-however old I made her]
Sylar: [until she goes home]
Elle: [will staple herself to something. It's not like she'd feel it]
Sylar: [approves this plan]
Elle: [it's the elle is part of the museum before she leaves plan]
Sylar: [at least he's gotten rid of most of the Mohinder museum? ... though now he's going to have to make a Molly museum. hooray for creepy stalker / obsessive types!]
Elle: [actually won't mind the Molly museum, because she misses her too, she just doesn't want him to think that his relationship with Molly was the same as the one she had... which totally makes sense in an odd way]
Sylar: [he raised her for a year, so yeah ... it makes sense. ... might be clinging just a bit now that he's gotten over the anger. shh]
Elle: [it's a good thing she doesn't feel pain, because she'd have winced at him clinging to her with that arm pinned between them, but instead she just brings her other hand to rest to his head, keeping him close]
Sylar: [he's such a child, really. he didn't even think of that]
Elle: [she already thought he'd been throwing a tantrum, but really, she's okay... she loves him and she just wants him to know that]
Sylar: [still won't be saying it back. sorry]
Elle: [she hasn't said it either, in fact she's afraid to say it at the moment, but it's there]
Sylar: [yeah, he gets that. sighs a little, closing his eyes]
Elle: [turns toward him sitting up a bit more, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, and keeping her mouth close to his skin, a small bit of her tensing, expecting him to pull away]
Sylar: [doesn't. is just sort of defeated still]
Elle: [just keeps her mouth pressed there, still unsure of what else to do, but knows she can at least do this]
Sylar: [after a long while] ... I should probably tell Mohinder.
Elle: [takes a breath] You don't have to, not until you're ready. [it's not like Mohinder sees Molly all that often anyway, and he'd miss his chance to say goodbye regardless]
Sylar: He'll probably think we murdered her or something if I don't. [not that he's moving, though]
Elle: [shrugs, she'd let Mohinder watch her when there were all those kidnappings and they were going to go find them - it wasn't exactly a smooth transaction by any means, but it wasn't a suicidal trip when she went back to get her later]
Sylar: [just shrugs a bit, too]
Elle: You helped helped find those people from the kidnappings, Sylar. You're not that person that he thinks you are.
Sylar: For a second, earlier, I could have been. [not that he would have killed her, but he could have killed someone]
Elle: I wouldn't have blamed you.
Sylar: I'm sure someone would have.
Elle: [shrugs] I know you, or at least I think I know you well enough to know how you deal with things the easiest. [it's almost creepy to think that she'd have been okay with anything she's talking about] You could've and maybe no one would've even known. We both know how to make these things quiet.
Sylar: [can't help but smirk, though it's faint] Yeah, we do.
Sylar: [isn't ... exactly proud of that -- five years did change that much -- but ... the emotional rollercoastering made that sort of amusing]
Elle: [there's even a slightly cold tone to her words, disconnected from them slightly] I wouldn't have told.
Sylar: Good to know. [and that said, the smirk fades and he just leans into her again, sighing]
Elle: [shuts her eyes] I'd suggest going back to bed, but I'm not sure I want to wake up again.
Sylar: We don't have anywhere to be. We could just sleep all day.
Elle: [takes a deep breath at that, exhaling it slowly] Do you want to?
Sylar: Kinda, yeah.
Elle: [presses another kiss to his temple] Me too.
Sylar: [pulls away from her, wanting to be back in bed] Come on.
Elle: [gets up, and follows where he leads]
Sylar: [pauses just long enough to glance into Molly's room and then shut the door, and then continues onto their room]
Elle: [her stomach sinks a bit with that small gesture, feeling that slight bit of pressure in her chest and the odd sensation in her nose that she fights back, because she's not going to cry right now]
Sylar: [yeah, he feels a touch hollow again for having to do that, but ... at least it'll make sleeping easy. falls into bed quite literally]
Elle: [with the exception of the castle giving her kids, she's pretty sure she's never going to have one, so Molly was the best thing to have around, and now -- at least they had each other. Elle goes to climb into bed, clinging alongside him, just keeping quiet for the moment, really wanting to tell him that she loves him, but still not exactly sure he'd handle it that well]
Sylar: [wraps his arms around her, holding her close, silently]
Elle: [presses closer, possibly bleeding through the gauze on her arm, but not really caring, thinking that it could've been a lot worse]
Sylar: [yeah, it could have. go him for showing some measure of restraint or ... something. sighs softly, closing his eyes, emotionally exhausted]
Elle: [just stays there, eventually drifting off to sleep]