Characters: Peter/Claude-centric ensemble
Rating/Warnings: Hard PG-13, for implicit bloodshed and death
Word count: 600ish.
Spoilers: AU; at most, 1.10 ("Six Months Ago"), but not really.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the words.
Summary: Holocaust-era Heroes
A/N: Short and sweet today; I didn't want to mix this with any other scenes. (
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"The man formerly known as Gabriel Gray stands on the Warmoesstraat, licking ice-cream off a spoon and watching his horizons expand before him. Wondering what to make of himself, who to be. Someone special."
also: "And all of them picked out in little stars. How thoughtful" Creepy as hell!!
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You can be more. And she will be, he thinks. His act of kindness to her.
That is so totally Sylar. Awesome. Creepy and good.
Also, hee ice cream. :D
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*squees* Thank you! That was actually the first bit of this scene to get written; it's been sitting there looking at me for two weeks, waiting for me to write the rest of this!
And yes, there had to be ice cream!
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Got to love Sylar and his icecream.
Nicely done!
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Sylar/ice cream would be my OTP if I couldn't have Plaude. But of course I can, so ...
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This was perfect. Your Sylar is spot-on. I wonder if he misses his Mohinder though? ;)
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There isn't going to be a great deal of Mylar in this fic, I'm afraid ... but I hope to throw you something (it will be very late in the story, though).
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Hee, Sylar & Charlie & waffles & ice cream, oh my! Not to mention the stars = death for many. I will not make a Death Star joke. This one is my favorite, just because. *rolls*
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Sylar and ice cream = win, clearly.
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