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Sep 21, 2008 19:24

Who: Sylar, B, and Claire
When: Hmm... afternoon sometime, September 21
Where: Sylar and Claire's house
Rating: I can't imagine anything higher than PG-13, but who knows :o
Warnings: Sylar and B in the same room = extreme creepiness?
Summary: Sylar takes B to his home to give him jam and cheer him up about life. Claire comes home. HILARITY ENSUES?! ( Read more... )

death note: beyond, !complete, heroes: claire, heroes: sylar, !incomplete

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ttlymostspecial September 22 2008, 01:19:03 UTC

Sylar's eyes went wide as B bit him, it was just so sporadic and unexpected. Yet, all the same, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. A little pain every now and then reminded him that he was alive. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment when--

Dante barked. How had Dante gotten in the house? He'd gotten so.. caught up in the moment that he'd managed to block all the noises except what was going on directly in front of him, what he often had to do to keep that particular skill from driving him mad. Baffled, Sylar directed his attention down at Dante and ruffled the top of his head. Immediately noticing the bloodstains. Which could only mean--

He looked over, and there she was. Claire. A bloody heap on the floor.

Seemingly outraged that she would dare to even ask, he replied to her with "I'm helping a friend in need, Claire! What do you think I'm doing? B is going through... a very rough time." He patted B on the shoulder lightly with his free hand.

"Yes, it's the jam. And don't change the subject. What I should be asking is what you're ( ... )

beyondback_up September 22 2008, 01:35:15 UTC

B turned his head, Sylar's blood on his lips as he looked at the dog rather than Claire, making an obviously displeased face as he grabbed up the jam jar and held it close. Animals, filthy things, he growled at it if it came any closer than an inch.

Momentarily though his attention was brought to Claire. He cocked his head in an unhealthy unnatural looking position as he covered his fingers once more in jam and noisily sucked the sticky red off his skin mixing with the copper of Sylar's blood.

"Hello Claire." He said with a wide, redred smile.

ex_regenera246 September 22 2008, 01:42:58 UTC

"There wasn't any subject before! You two were just...just... just!" She felt the anger boiling up and over, and felt her frustration spill over into great upset. And it was really only a matter of seconds, somewhere in between her looking over at B to glare at him, and looking over at Sylar as if she had just walked in on the two having sex or something else equally hurtful, that she burst.

Tears began to pour down her face as she dropped her head like a lead weight to rest on the wooden floor. Her forehead made rough impact with the ground several more times before she finally let out an angered sob. She hated him. Hated, hated, hated. Stupid B, with his stripper name. Stupid, stupid, stupid Beyond Birthday. Eating her jam, and biting her Sylar, and growling at her dog. If she had been in posession of a sharp object, it would have been making impact with one of his eyes. His red, little, beady eyes. They were too shifty, and she hated them.

Screaming in frustration, she finally lifted her head and glared over at B. "He's mine. ( ... )

ttlymostspecial September 22 2008, 01:56:27 UTC

"We weren't doing anything!" He blew up at Claire. "You go out and see your friends all the time, doing god knows what---" He motioned to her on the floor, like her coming home spattered in blood was the perfect example of that, "But if I try to spend some time with MY friend, someone I care about very very much, I'm the bad guy?"

Sylar exchanged a look with B that silently communicated for him to hold on while he dealt with this. He rose from the couch and walked over to Claire, their dog trailing behind him.

"Claire. Claire. Are you okay? Come on, get up off the floor." He offered her his hand, the fresh blood on his wrist glinting the light. That was unintentional, but he thought taking his hand back after offering it would have made things worse.

beyondback_up September 22 2008, 02:03:19 UTC

B watched the actions much like he was flipping through channels, bored with each possible entertainment. He would occasionally slurp up some jam loudly, tilting the jar back and catching some in his mouth before dirtying his fingers again. The look he returned Sylar could say anything from "Shall I cut it's tongue out?" to a poorly crafted innocent glance. The glance he gave Claire behind Sylar's back was a smile as he licked the jam very pointedly from his wrist.