Day Ten - Plea Bargain
Who: Sylar, Nenael
When: Early morning
Where: Castle
Rating: R. Cursing has commenced.
Status: Openish/Ongoing
Summary:Sylar hovers around outside the castle until Ace pesters Nenael enough to make him go do something about it. They snipe a bit before getting to the real topic at hand, with Sylar admitting he was wrong and that he has a handle on it now. Nenael allows him a second chance, but warns there won't be a third, and lets him into the castle. The boys banter a bit, and dance around feelings before the imminent arrivals distract Sylar, and the angel tells him to go have some fun. Which, you know, he does.
Sylar didn't know if Nenael would want to see him, but he'd decided to make it blatantly obvious that he was interested in seeing the angel. He'd spent time sulking in his room melting shit and now he was done being pissed off and ready to play (relatively) nice again.
He wouldn't be so bold as to waltz up to the castle itself as if nothing happened; he didn't think anyone would be terribly appreciative of that. So he simply hovered around the outside a bit, past the guards on the civilian side of things, trying to look as if he had every right to be loitering there.
He'd come that far; the angel would have to close the distance. If, of course, he so chose.
When: Early morning
Where: Castle
Rating: R. Cursing has commenced.
Status: Openish/Ongoing
Summary:Sylar hovers around outside the castle until Ace pesters Nenael enough to make him go do something about it. They snipe a bit before getting to the real topic at hand, with Sylar admitting he was wrong and that he has a handle on it now. Nenael allows him a second chance, but warns there won't be a third, and lets him into the castle. The boys banter a bit, and dance around feelings before the imminent arrivals distract Sylar, and the angel tells him to go have some fun. Which, you know, he does.
Sylar didn't know if Nenael would want to see him, but he'd decided to make it blatantly obvious that he was interested in seeing the angel. He'd spent time sulking in his room melting shit and now he was done being pissed off and ready to play (relatively) nice again.
He wouldn't be so bold as to waltz up to the castle itself as if nothing happened; he didn't think anyone would be terribly appreciative of that. So he simply hovered around the outside a bit, past the guards on the civilian side of things, trying to look as if he had every right to be loitering there.
He'd come that far; the angel would have to close the distance. If, of course, he so chose.