museimagination: Murder Ballads, Song of Joy

Oct 21, 2008 19:50

True to his word, Sylar was gone in the morning when Mohinder got up.

Cut for graphic descriptions of violence. )

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occupymymind October 21 2008, 22:39:06 UTC
A limp, dead weight in Sylar's arms, he didn't stir when he was moved. He looked a bit of a wreck still, eyes puffy, lips tacky dry, but as half an hour became an hour became two hours, the last vestiges of his breakdown eased away.

He woke up a little over two hours after he collapsed asleep, stirring with a soft hum and a snuggle into the arms holding him. "Morning," he mumbled.

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occupymymind October 21 2008, 22:53:36 UTC
He shifted to hug Sylar limply, sighing softly. "Yeah. I'm going to be fine."

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