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Who: Claire & Sylar
When: this evening
Where: clock tower, top of it
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: With these two, large amounts of emo and arguing?
Summary: Claire tells Sylar to meet her somewhere, and he does.
Everything was always so clear and defined when you were leaning over the edge of a tall height, and facing death head on. Of course, Claire Bennet wasn't someone who could actually face death, but she could still admire the rush of emotion that other people probably felt. Over the past week, and in between all of her and Sylar's bickering and Zhygure taking her away to some private tea party, Claire had settled into a quite obvious bad mood. She was sick of arguing with the person she was living with, sick of feeling as if she was the only one showing that she cared (although she knew this wasn't the case, she just relied entirely too much upon her perception of things over the reality of the situation itself), and she was sick of being afraid of what was going to happen once he tried to take her ability. She was tired of the nightmares that caused her to bolt awake at night, and sick of trying to cover up the fact that she spent most nights pretending to sleep instead of actually sleeping, so that she could prevent any further nightmares from happening. Trust was an important part of her relationship with Sylar, and more and more frequently over the past week, she had begun to question whether it actually was trust or just a robotic response for her to assume that it was.
He had settled in to a nice, dual role. That of her provider and protector, but he was also the one that often scared her. No matter how he could scare her, however, she knew that she'd survive whatever he did to her. And that knowledge made it easy to revel in the attention, and all of the possessive protection and closeness that he offered. She shared a bed with him, and she did care for him. And she knew that somewhere, he did care for her. If he didn't, she would've already had her head cracked open and he would've disposed of her, with all the trouble she gave him. So it wasn't as if she could say there weren't emotions and feelings involved. They both had them, strongly, and that was where things became murky and uncertain. How could she let herself be afraid of one little event, one thing that she could give him that no one else could? Could she keep denying him what he wanted so very badly?
And the answer to that, she knew deep down, was yes. She knew that he had no idea what her ability was like emotionally, what it would be like for him once the reality of forever hit you. He was wanting the ability for the purpose of being invincible in order to obtain abilities and take on those that challenged him. But once all of the hunting and adversary was over, what kind of reality would he face? She didn't want him to second guess or doubt his choice. But really, she didn't want her father or Adam to be disappointed in her. Which would be exactly what happened, if she just allowed him to take her ability from her. But at the same time, she also knew she presented no fight up against him. He'd get her ability eventually, and if she just settled down and allowed it to happen, instead of fighting it, then he'd make things a lot more easy on her. Because even with her ability, she could still feel pain. And she didn't want it to hurt.
And as she stood, leaning over the edge of the top of the clock tower, her bare feet barely grasping on to the ledge; things fell into perspective for her. In a place like purgatory, it didn't matter who was the hero and who was the villian, or who was the pawn that was passed back and forth between the two. She was the pawn, she knew. And Sylar fell into both the hero and villain role, something she knew that he treasured. She despised being stuck in the role of pawn, but until she allowed herself to change, she always was going to be. And she knew, as she allowed her feet to keep slipping and slipping, that she needed to embrace change. She couldn't remain Claire Bennet forever, cheerleader and high school student. Her life wasn't ever going to be normal, and she probably didn't even need to try to act like it ever would be. She didn't need to finish school, she couldn't continue to be that naive little cheerleader everyone felt the need to protect. In order to survive, in both her own world and purgatory, she needed to become something more. Something stronger, something special.
Her eyes slid closed and her arms outstretched on either side of her as her heels passed over the ledge, and she attempted to force her life to flash through her eyes despite the fact she knew she wasn't going to die once the ground broke her fall.
When: this evening
Where: clock tower, top of it
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: With these two, large amounts of emo and arguing?
Summary: Claire tells Sylar to meet her somewhere, and he does.
Everything was always so clear and defined when you were leaning over the edge of a tall height, and facing death head on. Of course, Claire Bennet wasn't someone who could actually face death, but she could still admire the rush of emotion that other people probably felt. Over the past week, and in between all of her and Sylar's bickering and Zhygure taking her away to some private tea party, Claire had settled into a quite obvious bad mood. She was sick of arguing with the person she was living with, sick of feeling as if she was the only one showing that she cared (although she knew this wasn't the case, she just relied entirely too much upon her perception of things over the reality of the situation itself), and she was sick of being afraid of what was going to happen once he tried to take her ability. She was tired of the nightmares that caused her to bolt awake at night, and sick of trying to cover up the fact that she spent most nights pretending to sleep instead of actually sleeping, so that she could prevent any further nightmares from happening. Trust was an important part of her relationship with Sylar, and more and more frequently over the past week, she had begun to question whether it actually was trust or just a robotic response for her to assume that it was.
He had settled in to a nice, dual role. That of her provider and protector, but he was also the one that often scared her. No matter how he could scare her, however, she knew that she'd survive whatever he did to her. And that knowledge made it easy to revel in the attention, and all of the possessive protection and closeness that he offered. She shared a bed with him, and she did care for him. And she knew that somewhere, he did care for her. If he didn't, she would've already had her head cracked open and he would've disposed of her, with all the trouble she gave him. So it wasn't as if she could say there weren't emotions and feelings involved. They both had them, strongly, and that was where things became murky and uncertain. How could she let herself be afraid of one little event, one thing that she could give him that no one else could? Could she keep denying him what he wanted so very badly?
And the answer to that, she knew deep down, was yes. She knew that he had no idea what her ability was like emotionally, what it would be like for him once the reality of forever hit you. He was wanting the ability for the purpose of being invincible in order to obtain abilities and take on those that challenged him. But once all of the hunting and adversary was over, what kind of reality would he face? She didn't want him to second guess or doubt his choice. But really, she didn't want her father or Adam to be disappointed in her. Which would be exactly what happened, if she just allowed him to take her ability from her. But at the same time, she also knew she presented no fight up against him. He'd get her ability eventually, and if she just settled down and allowed it to happen, instead of fighting it, then he'd make things a lot more easy on her. Because even with her ability, she could still feel pain. And she didn't want it to hurt.
And as she stood, leaning over the edge of the top of the clock tower, her bare feet barely grasping on to the ledge; things fell into perspective for her. In a place like purgatory, it didn't matter who was the hero and who was the villian, or who was the pawn that was passed back and forth between the two. She was the pawn, she knew. And Sylar fell into both the hero and villain role, something she knew that he treasured. She despised being stuck in the role of pawn, but until she allowed herself to change, she always was going to be. And she knew, as she allowed her feet to keep slipping and slipping, that she needed to embrace change. She couldn't remain Claire Bennet forever, cheerleader and high school student. Her life wasn't ever going to be normal, and she probably didn't even need to try to act like it ever would be. She didn't need to finish school, she couldn't continue to be that naive little cheerleader everyone felt the need to protect. In order to survive, in both her own world and purgatory, she needed to become something more. Something stronger, something special.
Her eyes slid closed and her arms outstretched on either side of her as her heels passed over the ledge, and she attempted to force her life to flash through her eyes despite the fact she knew she wasn't going to die once the ground broke her fall.