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Who: B and Sylar
When: Nov 2nd
Where: el casa de B
Rating: TBA
Warnings: lol there's been blood in every other log so.
Summary: Sylar's life sucks so he goes to his most stable friend for support.

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"Because Myshkin is special." B answered in a whisper, a secret imparted between breaths. "Because Myshkin was pure, he only did things the way they could be fixed. Because Myshkin was a 'good man,' a kind man, who only saw things through naivety. Unfortunate." B pressed his fingers to Sylar's hair line, tracing it with a smile.

"Of course that's not all. Myshkin and Rogozhin become rivals, fight and fight and fight, so much Rogozhin draws a knife on him. Myshkin even falls again for another girl, but his 'goodness' forces him to stay by Nastasya. He believes he must marry her to save her from the unhealthy life with Rogozhin, but the day of the wedding she flees again to Rogozhin." B whispered, lips still curled in delight.

"And Rogozhin-" His voice grew lower, leaning closer, close to Sylar's ear. "He kills her. Myshkin comes, he sees, and he loses his mind. Rogozhin is sentenced to labor camp. Nastasya is at their feet. That's the end." He smiled near Sylar's ear. "Do you know what the story is called?"

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Sylar leaned into B's touch, finally opening his eyes to look at him. "That's... a horrible story. The things we love destroy us. So much suffering. Sounds Russian. But true to life, I suppose. There's no point to anything, is there?" He heaved a sigh before tacking on, as an afterthought, "No, I don't know what it's called."

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"Special people will always be hurt. Love will always rip us apart. There's destruction in every beautiful thing, that's why beauty is so very terrible." B drawled, fingertips running down Sylar's scalp. Sylar let him touch, not like A. Let him know he was still there.

B smiled as he tilted his head to the side, a few inches from Sylar. "The Idiot." he answered, fingertips lightly on Sylar's jaw.

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"You're right." He sighed. "So, why bother with it? It's so painful. I thought it wasn't there before but now I see. I realize. It hurts. I don't know what to do. I can't cut it out. It's spread too deep." He didn't make any response or reaction to B touching him, but continued to let him.

A phantom of a smile appeared on Sylar's features. "Oh. Well. That's apt."

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"Of course you can't, no no." B answered, tilting Sylar's head with his fingertips so so slightly, staring into his eyes. "They'll win if you do Sylar, no, you have to keep it, all that fire and brimstone, just-" He tilted his head, eyes rolling to the ceiling. "Just unleash it a bit more. They'll just keep at it, forever. Claire and the amateurs and all those boring lovely people. They just aren't afraid yet." he smiled. "No one tries to touch my things Sylar."

"It is." B hissed, eyes falling back. "Poor Myshkin, but that's the fate of weakness."