Fic: The Fourth Photograph

[thelasteddis]

Three updates in one week! Looks like we're headed for a renaissance, guys!

Or, just a naissance for me, because I joined the comm some time in the dark ages, pillaging your monasteries for spare fic and hoping for an end to the grim feudalism of a update-less future, sans documentation, sans art...

I should have killed that metaphor a while ago.

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[levitatethis]

Yay, Mylar fic!

I know I'm MIA and off on other adventures but it's always nice to take a trip down memory lane.

I like this story quite a bit. It sets up an interesting premise for Mohinder and Sylar finally/eventually meeting. I like how you note the distinction between Gabriel and Sylar, how they react to the news of Mohinder (who he is, what he believes, how Chandra regards him). I love the notion of Gabriel being one face and Sylar the other, always manipulating and taking notes.

Have you considered writing a follow up? Obviously we know what happens in canon, but you could always deviate from that, have them meet under different circumstances.

[thelasteddis]

Thanks!

I often had this feeling when Quinto was playing Gabriel-mode Sylar that he was giving two performances, one of what he looks like and one of what he would look like if he were Sylar then, not Gabriel. I tried to recreate that feeling.

I'm a little wary of too much canon deviation, but I'll give it some thought. That unwritten scene between Parasite and .07% (the one that could be short and lame or so long and beautiful and kinky...) could be awesome if Sylar had this sort of ammunition against Mohinder.

[starrdust411]

I like how one of Sylar's first description of Mohinder is comparing him to a watch lol.

This is definitely an interesting take on Sylar's first "encounter" with Mohinder. You can just see the seeds of obsession being planted and growing in his mind.

[thelasteddis]

For most of my time writing this fic, that section read:

The picture, like the first two, featured a straight-backed Chandra, but here he stood beside a dark haired young man, maybe in his early twenties, in a graduation cap and gown. THIS NEEDS CONTENT.

It was only after I had written the rest of it that I tackled just what, exactly, Sylar would have thought of Mohinder. I'm glad you like what I came up with, thank you!

[seraphtrevs]

Ooohh, this was good. Really good. Your writing is so lyrical and evocative - it was a real pleasure to read. I really liked the way you used parenthetical asides - it's sort of a narrative kink of mine that I really enjoy when done well, which you do.

The psychology of the characters is so spot-on. You got Chandra's relationship with Mohinder down perfectly. And I love, love, LOVE the way you have Sylar's obsession with Mohinder start here, with his time with Chandra. This is so weird, but I'm working on a fic right now that explores the same dynamic - I literally just wrote the part with Chandra last week. ~Spooky!~

And yay, so glad people are posting again! *performs CPR on comm* BREATHE, DAMN YOU!

[thelasteddis]

Thank you so much

[seraphtrevs]

Like their relationships with Chandra, and the way he didn't care about them, makes them need someone to care. Someone who also was neglected by Chandra, but who was close to him, as well--and no one is closer than the other.

YES, exactly.

It's creepy, given that both of them had father-son relationships with Chandra (one metaphorical, one real), but I kind of feel that they were an experiment of Chandra's.

Also yes! I got the feeling that Chandra was - well, not a bad person, necessarily, but someone who viewed things very clinically and put his intellectual pursuits before his relationships with people. And I think that Sylar, who wants more than anything to be "special" to someone, figured out that Chandra didn't really give a crap about him apart from his potential as a science project, which pissed him off enormously. I agree that he doesn't seem to like to kill without a "reason," like when he got upset when he thought he was going to blow up New York (and called Mohinder to cry about it - oh Sylar). I think he might

[gaiafaye]

Chandra can be such a jerk! I mean, he's best that way, but still. Knowing that he had Shanti's picture well-placed and had Mohinder's picture tossed in with some books is sad. Though I guess he gets points for bringing it at all. :P

Anyway, I love me some creepy Sylar, and you hit all the marks here: comparing Mohinder to a watch (something he can take apart and put together how he likes), thinking one way but acting in expected ways, taking pleasure in the sad circumstances of Mohinder's very conception. And, of course, you've laid the groundwork for an obsession, which is always fun in that scary way.

[thelasteddis]

Mohinder's picture tossed in with some books

I just had kind of a weird realization. Without meaning to, I was spontaneously brilliant. Fic: Mohinder's picture is hidden in a pile of books, until Sylar brings him out. Sylar notices that he is gorgeous. Canon: Mohinder is at the University, attempting to forget all about his father's theories, until his father's murder by Sylar drags him into the Heroes drama... where he realizes his inner strength

[alicambs]

More Mylar. :-)
Like the way you played on canon and worked Sylar/Gabriel. Chandra's cruel dismissal of Mohinder is quite heartbreaking isn't it, while Sylar is really forward planning. A beautiful easily manipulated professor, what could go wrong. :-)