Hoppily Ever After
Title: Hoppily Ever After
Illustrator: liam22
Author: cameroncrazed
Rating: PG13 (clear the area - f-bombs away!)
Word Count: 441
Spoilers: You know that spoiler that everyone's talking about? Yeah...
Disclaimer: So not mine. "Heroes" et al belongs to Kring and NBC. Reading may result in increased blood insulin levels. Cameron cannot be held accountable for any cases of diabetes that result as a side effect of reading and commenting. Proceed at your own risk.
Written for challenge #14: spring at sylaire_chall. Thanks to ladyanne525 for betaing :)
A/N: A huge THANK YOU to liam22 for providing the most excellent illustrations!
She’s almost touched when the first card shows up, with an Odessa return address penned on the back of a baby pink envelope and with smudged lettering that reminds her of Zach’s handwriting. Opening it with a large smile, she finds a cute card reading “It’s Spring!” and depicting a field of frolicking bunnies.
“Oh, Claire, that’s darling.” Sandra coos, looking at the card over her shoulder. “Who’s it from?”
“Zach, I think.” She flips it open to reveal an angry-looking we ought to be fucking like bunnies, you bitch.
Claire quickly tosses the card to the side, like it could contaminate her with its foulness. “Never mind, it’s not from Zach. Sylar’s still pissed at me for turning him down.”
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The next spring, she sets the card on fire without even opening it, never seeing the cute little chicks and pastel dyed eggs with the proclamation I’m not just after your eggs.
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After a decade of getting increasingly creative in her destruction of the innocent paper animals, she finally starts to feel her hardened heart melting just a little bit when that year’s card arrives with little duck stickers all over it.
As soon as she slides a manicured fingernail under the edge of the envelope, she peaks at the card, then sighs.
I thought you might want a duck, since you don’t want to fuck.
She has to give him credit; she thought for sure that he’d either give up after a few months or have a temper tantrum and try to force her. It’s almost sweet that he’s continued to pursue her this way.
She shakes her head, wondering when she’d gone insane. Sylar and sweet should never be uttered in the same sentence or thought of at the same time.
- - - - - - - - - -
Sylar joins the cybernetic future with a bang, she has to admit. She hadn’t been expecting to be blasted with spring related ecards, songs, and images starting a minute after midnight on the first day of spring, all of them with messages of love, togetherness, or animalistic mating.
In a way, it’s almost amusing. He’s certainly gotten wittier as the centuries passed - either that, or she’s more forgiving than she used to be. When she gets the hundredth message of the day, she smiles and hit “reply” before she can second guess herself.
- - - - - - - - - -
The cutest little lamb she’s ever seen - complete with fluffy cotton balls lovingly glued onto the card by hand - makes her heart break. The childishly scrawled Happy Easter, Mommy completes the job.
Inside the card, Sylar’s handwriting spells out and they lived hoppily ever after, right above where it says Love, Daddy and Noah.
Illustrator: liam22
Author: cameroncrazed
Rating: PG13 (clear the area - f-bombs away!)
Word Count: 441
Spoilers: You know that spoiler that everyone's talking about? Yeah...
Disclaimer: So not mine. "Heroes" et al belongs to Kring and NBC. Reading may result in increased blood insulin levels. Cameron cannot be held accountable for any cases of diabetes that result as a side effect of reading and commenting. Proceed at your own risk.
Written for challenge #14: spring at sylaire_chall. Thanks to ladyanne525 for betaing :)
A/N: A huge THANK YOU to liam22 for providing the most excellent illustrations!
She’s almost touched when the first card shows up, with an Odessa return address penned on the back of a baby pink envelope and with smudged lettering that reminds her of Zach’s handwriting. Opening it with a large smile, she finds a cute card reading “It’s Spring!” and depicting a field of frolicking bunnies.
“Oh, Claire, that’s darling.” Sandra coos, looking at the card over her shoulder. “Who’s it from?”
“Zach, I think.” She flips it open to reveal an angry-looking we ought to be fucking like bunnies, you bitch.
Claire quickly tosses the card to the side, like it could contaminate her with its foulness. “Never mind, it’s not from Zach. Sylar’s still pissed at me for turning him down.”
- - - - - - - - - -
The next spring, she sets the card on fire without even opening it, never seeing the cute little chicks and pastel dyed eggs with the proclamation I’m not just after your eggs.
- - - - - - - - - -
After a decade of getting increasingly creative in her destruction of the innocent paper animals, she finally starts to feel her hardened heart melting just a little bit when that year’s card arrives with little duck stickers all over it.
As soon as she slides a manicured fingernail under the edge of the envelope, she peaks at the card, then sighs.
I thought you might want a duck, since you don’t want to fuck.
She has to give him credit; she thought for sure that he’d either give up after a few months or have a temper tantrum and try to force her. It’s almost sweet that he’s continued to pursue her this way.
She shakes her head, wondering when she’d gone insane. Sylar and sweet should never be uttered in the same sentence or thought of at the same time.
- - - - - - - - - -
Sylar joins the cybernetic future with a bang, she has to admit. She hadn’t been expecting to be blasted with spring related ecards, songs, and images starting a minute after midnight on the first day of spring, all of them with messages of love, togetherness, or animalistic mating.
In a way, it’s almost amusing. He’s certainly gotten wittier as the centuries passed - either that, or she’s more forgiving than she used to be. When she gets the hundredth message of the day, she smiles and hit “reply” before she can second guess herself.
- - - - - - - - - -
The cutest little lamb she’s ever seen - complete with fluffy cotton balls lovingly glued onto the card by hand - makes her heart break. The childishly scrawled Happy Easter, Mommy completes the job.
Inside the card, Sylar’s handwriting spells out and they lived hoppily ever after, right above where it says Love, Daddy and Noah.