Sylar doesn't tend to drink, and just plain doesn't entertain. Thus, he has little need for wine glasses. Then again, the glass tumbler rippling under his eager hands isn't exactly recognisable as such, and hasn't been for a while, so that's no great hardship ( Read more... )

A woman in her thirties, in a house that's an Aladdin's cave of whorls and sprays and statuettes, gleaming confections apparently left to the uncertain mercies of a mad glassblower with hiccups. Glass manipulation. Something even Chandra has been able only to guess at, never to expand on ( Read more... )

It's not an easy decision, not to make or -- he suspects -- to keep.

But Darla? Your brains are safe with him.

(He still moves out of the little room slowly, frowning to himself, half-unsure that he isn't making a terrible mistake. Out that thought goes. He's sick to the back teeth of uncertainty. He's not going to put up with any more to-and-fro ( Read more... )

For once, he has not been dragged in here -- through the dim red passageway that's already like his apartment's split personality, into the tiny room with the bare lightbulb and the walls that are whitewashed under all the pen and paint and dry brown something-else -- by any compulsion. He's not here to add to the pleas for ungiven forgiveness that ( Read more... )

For the record, no: much as he would like to be, he isn't unflappable. He just does a pretty damn good impression of it ( Read more... )

To whom it may concern: Gabriel is nowhere to be found.

If he shouted, you'd probably hear him, though you might not recognise his voice. In truth, he's very tempted to. But if he's to be sure of keeping this facade up, a pen and a wall will have to stand in for frustrated bellowing.

He wasn't there. Chandra PROMISED HIM ANOTHER POWER AND THE MAN ( Read more... )

Gabriel Gray conducted all of his life through certain... neccessary masks.

Now he is used as one by the man who used to be him.

Mending little watches, polishing up other people's tired old trinkets, is no longer satisfying even in the small and pedestrian ways which he used to accept. But it's still neccessary. So many things are, if he is to ( Read more... )