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Nov 04, 2008 18:01

Who: Claire, Sylar
When: this evening
Where: their bedroom
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Extreme emo, lots of blood.
Summary: Claire begs Sylar to come home, so he does. They're both currently bleeding from various places thanks to the god curse.

( whenever I'm alone anytime anywhere,I can feel your heart beat because our blood we share )

!complete, heroes: claire, heroes: sylar

Comments 29

ttlymostspecial November 5 2008, 00:33:23 UTC

It wasn't a true homecoming. Sylar had been by the house a couple of times-- first he waited until Claire was gone, to get the dagger and the cleaver out of the closet, the tools he would need to execute his vengeance. Another time to get the rabbits. How strange, that had given him a sense of pride. Claire needed to be strong too, after all. To keep the ever ambiguous them away, the them that threatened to tear them apart.

It had been a fairly fruitless quest for vengeance so far. Just watching, waiting. Occasionally chasing. He had not slept, but thankfully his body didn't seem to be scolding him too harshly for it. It wasn't like he'd be able to sleep in all likelihood now, anyway, with the headaches. They were random, inconsistent, gone just as fast as they came, but so painful. At least his victims only had to experience the pain of having their skull torn asunder once. He'd been experiencing over and over again throughout the day. He imagined that was the lesson he was supposed to learn by it, how it felt to others when his ( ... )

ex_regenera246 November 5 2008, 00:40:44 UTC

"D-Down here." She chattered, feeling cold for no reason other than she was so very exposed. She didn't move to get up, not feeling very secure that she could do so without some kind of annoying stabs of pain. It was bad enough just to lay there, so she wasn't up for much moving at the moment. She kicked her foot, however, toes wiggling as her mind perked at just the sound of his voice. She was smiling, a twisted but relieved little grin, only one corner of her mouth tugged upward in her relief. He was there, he was going to stay with her. He had promised.

She whimpered softly as she attempted to move a little more, and decided to just let him drag her out in one swift movement. It would be a lot easier than her attempting to crawl out. And a lot less messy, maybe.

"Come here, okay?" She didn't even try to hide the fact that she was begging, desperate for him to touch her, to be able to hold on to him. "You really came back." It was almost a statement of disbelief, but the obsessive adoration was easy to hear in her voice.

ttlymostspecial November 5 2008, 00:55:53 UTC

The closet, as he suspected. Sigh. He walked further into their bedroom, and stood at the entrance to the closet, looking down at Claire on the ground. Exposed. His eyebrows raised, but that was the only reaction. He remained calm, the picture of control as always.

He crouched down to better speak with her. "Of course I came back. I told you I would. I just needed some time away. To... sort things out." The multiple meanings to his words caused a phantom of a smile to creep up on Sylar's face. "Now come on, let's get you fixed up."

ex_regenera246 November 5 2008, 01:02:36 UTC

She didn't question exactly what he had meant by that. If there was one thing she now knew, it was to question less and do what she was told. In a way, it made her wonder where that had become okay, and why she was so desperately clinging on to someone who was probably out killing again. But what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, she figured, and so she only kept smiling and gave a light nod ( ... )

ttlymostspecial November 5 2008, 01:46:46 UTC

He hesitated before giving her his hand, but the hesitation only lasted a second before he offered his blood-stained hand to her. She said she didn't mind, yes, but how could he be sure?

"We'll have to rip up sheets. I checked some abandoned houses before coming but I couldn't find anything. It's okay, we can buy another." He rambled as he hoisted her up, trying to be as gentle as possible.

And the first contact in so long was so intoxicating, he couldn't just stop there. Not caring about getting the blood from her insides all over him or tainting her with the blood all over his hands, he pulled her close and ran his fingers through her hair. "I'll stay. I'll stay." He whispered. "I never wanted to leave."