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Sep 28, 2008 17:45

Who: Claire & Sylar
When: this evening
Where: clock tower, top of it
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: With these two, large amounts of emo and arguing?
Summary: Claire tells Sylar to meet her somewhere, and he does.

( my mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize, tell me why we live like this )

!complete, heroes: claire, heroes: sylar, !incomplete

Comments 25

ttlymostspecial September 28 2008, 23:17:50 UTC

Sylar made it up the stairs just in time to see her step over the ledge. And it pisses him off a little, honestly. What did Claire think she was doing, asking him to come here and then jumping off the clocktower? It was annoying. He didn't have any reason to be overly-concerned for her safety anymore, not now that she was practically indestructible, but it felt almost reflexive now.

"Claire." He said sharply as he froze her in place with his powers and dragged her back over the edge, to him, to safety. He felt weird doing that; it was like he was treating her like one of his victims. But he couldn't have gotten to her in time the normal way, he reasoned with himself.

With that dilemma over, he looked at her and sighed. "Is there... something you want to talk about?" That's why he assumed he was here, after all. But with all the things they had been bickering about lately, the topic of choice could be practically anything.

ex_regenera246 September 28 2008, 23:28:32 UTC

"I was wondering when you'd show up." She casually replied, as if she hadn't been about to voluntarily fall over the edge, and as if he hadn't just used his ability to drag her back over to him. "You're on time, I'm sure, I just got here early." She explained in an even more relaxed and casual tone, as if they were sitting at home and enjoying each other's company. Like things had been back when she had first stayed with him. It was odd, to think of it as if it had been so long ago, when in actuality, it was only about a month ago ( ... )

ttlymostspecial September 28 2008, 23:44:32 UTC

"I imagine you would have but--" Was all he got out before she was clinging to his side, all smiles and offering up her power. This wasn't what he imagined at all. There was something perverse, disturbing about it. He was used to the hunt-- he was the predator, they were the prey, and one by one he'd take them down to get what he wanted. Even with Claire, despite all that she said, he knew there would be resistance. He could feel it. She could lie to him, she could lie to herself, but when it actually happened, her actions would betray her. Sylar knew this to be true.

Or, he thought he did. Until this moment. "Are you sure you want to talk about this here? Now?" He looked down at her curiously. Of course he wanted it now, of course he thought it would make everything better, if he could just have want he wanted, but he wasn't stupid enough to ignore the complications involved with that. And, of course, he could hear her tell-tale heartbeat, betraying her words. He didn't call her out on her lies directly, trying to save her the ( ... )

ex_regenera246 September 28 2008, 23:57:11 UTC

She frowned, and this time it set in across her features and she pulled away. "I want things to change. I want to change." She was vague on purpose, still continuing to keep on her big girl face and keep her tone as even as possible. She knew for a fact he could hear her heartbeat, knew that he knew she was still afraid, but wasn't going to let on to the fact. She didn't need him to protect her from herself and her hurricane of emotion, after all ( ... )

ttlymostspecial September 29 2008, 00:25:03 UTC

He just stared at her, dumbfounded, disbelieving. He couldn't believe she was saying these things, to him. Every time he thought he had her figured out, she surprised him. It was something Sylar liked, he had to admit, but at the same time it drove him crazy.

"You think I want you to hate me?" His tone grew cold and analytical, a defense mechanism. That was the last thing he wanted, that was why he tried so hard, why he held back all those times when he would have just done as he pleased otherwise. Because at the end of the day, Claire was going to be there, telling him that it was okay, accepting him and the things he did, saying that he was special just the way he was. What was there without that? Nothing. The same empty quest for power there had always been.

Sylar gently took her hand in his. "You don't understand. No, not at all. I didn't want you to struggle against me. I didn't want to fight you. I was so careful. I waited. Whatever you wanted. Because I care." He brought her hand up to his face, stroking the back of her hand ( ... )