Sylar/Mohinder - Drowning
Short drabble written on a whim for the Sekrit Cabal Ficlet Battle. I wanted to see if I could do something this short, and from a prompt. Also, I was bored at work.
Written from Mohinder's pov, but technically it could be Sylar too, really.
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Breathing is impossible. Every time he tries to surface for air he is dragged back down. The slightest touch, grazing the skin, pulling him under. Lips meet, sharing that breath of life, saving him, devouring him, destroying him.
Self-preservation kicks in, that struggle to survive, surface, breathe the air of freedom once more. He thrashes, limbs flailing, aching for freedom, but the pull is too strong. He's in too deep now, the light of day is nothing but a memory.
There are no options left. This beautiful creature has seduced him, enticed him into the depths, and now its too late to turn back. More than addiction, more then dependency. He drinks in that sweet nectar, that mana of the gods.
He dives.
Written from Mohinder's pov, but technically it could be Sylar too, really.
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Breathing is impossible. Every time he tries to surface for air he is dragged back down. The slightest touch, grazing the skin, pulling him under. Lips meet, sharing that breath of life, saving him, devouring him, destroying him.
Self-preservation kicks in, that struggle to survive, surface, breathe the air of freedom once more. He thrashes, limbs flailing, aching for freedom, but the pull is too strong. He's in too deep now, the light of day is nothing but a memory.
There are no options left. This beautiful creature has seduced him, enticed him into the depths, and now its too late to turn back. More than addiction, more then dependency. He drinks in that sweet nectar, that mana of the gods.
He dives.