sylar

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amissafide​:

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𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫, sipping on a drink while the quill was making its way across the pages upon pages of parchment laid out in front of her. A few last minute notes to be taken on the case she was working on. Tired eyes were staring at the words written until finally she pushed them aside. Emmeline could no longer focus on the work in front of her. There would be time later. For now she was going to join in on the celebrating that seemed to be going on all around her. At least that was the idea until a familiar voice reached her ears.

With a surprised look on her face the young woman turned, glancing at Sylar in pleasant disbelief. Surely he’d been too occupied to notice her, hadn’t he? “Can’t say no to that, can I?” Emmeline couldn’t help but laugh at the bizarreness of the situation at hand and yet part of her felt happy at the thought that for once the man next to her seemed happy rather than angry or frustrated. Perhaps she was the wrong person to judge the situation either way. “So, what’s brought your mood to such heights? Someone gotten promoted?” Curiosity rising and it couldn’t be denied.

It was strange, to be met with an expression other than dread or annoyance when someone realized it was he who had joined them. Not that he didn’t enjoy being the cause of such things, but it was just as nice to be welcomed warmly, especially when he was already in such a good mood. “No.” He answered matter-of-factly. “You can’t.”

Sylar chuckled, shrugging as he met her gaze again. “That is for me to know.” He said cryptically, unwilling to share even the smallest details of his personal life. But that didn’t mean he wanted to kill the good mood around them. “And for you to reap the benefits of.” He grinned, tapping her glass closer to her. “So drink up!” He tapped on the bartop, upending his own glass and taking a long drink, downing nearly half of it before putting his cup back down. It was rich - almost too rich, but not quite. Plus, the spiced rum evened it out rather nicely. “Are you working?” He asked, eyeing the things she had with her. “Tell me you’re not working.”

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poisonparkinson​:

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Ivy raised an eyebrow at Sylar as he approached, the stupid grin on his lips was exceptionally out of character for him. Tilting her head as he spoke to her, she didn’t know how to respond to him. Simply staring blankly at him for a moment, blinking her eyes in disbelief once, she shook her head and laughed slightly. "Alright, who the fuck are you and what the hell did you do to the real Sylar?” She asked teasingly, though she certainly wasn’t complaining. Ivy was a bit tight on cash right now, considering she had such a large family it felt like all her money was going towards gifts for her siblings. A free drink was more than welcome at the moment.

“Oh, please, love. You know that’s the other way around.” He winked at her, transforming his hair quickly through a couple of colors before settling back to normal. “There’s only one of me.” He chuckled, taking the seat next to her and sighing contently as the bartender came by with their drinks. He couldn’t blame her - it was rather out of character for him, but couldn’t a man celebrate the fact that nothing had gone wrong that day? That was enough for him sometimes, especially when it meant no one had done anything so exceptionally stupid that he had to clean up the mess. “I’m getting married, Parkinson. Let me enjoy a night out while I can.” He joked, knowing damn well Sinistra would never try to stop him.

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cxrrowiisms​:

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It was painful enough to know that his own sister teased herself in front of men that couldn’t well afford to keep her for long. They’d have empty pockets and most likely open wounds by the end of their night. But watching someone struggle so pitifully with a woman made Amycus groan audibly. “She clearly would fair better with a washingmachine.” He offered a glare, his annoyance being evident and being enough to clear people away from him.

Though, he wasn’t supposed to be the mean one. Alecto did that enough for the both of them. In fact, she was chaotic enough to be her own triad of trouble throughout London. It was just his luck that he found yet another troublemaker nearby that perked his interest. “No, you can’t, I’m afraid. I’m far from getting help from children.” He shrugged, his head tilting curiously as he narrowed his eyes a bit.

“Aren’t we a debbiedowner, hm? You are the last one I’d of pegged to bring a mood down so low, sweetheart.”

Sylar supposed, out of everyone it could have been, Amycus was far better than a lot of possibilities. Most of the time, he may even enjoy the other man’s company. Still, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the comment, choosing to stay silent instead of firing off one of the many comments about being past his prime. It didn’t really bother him anyway, he was used to that sort of thing and he knew better. He didn’t need validation from anyone, including either of the Carrow twins.

“Amycus.” He greeted neutrally, inclining his head as he changed his features back to normal - no point in hiding if he had been found out anyway. “Perhaps you don’t know me as well as you thought you did.” Sylar responded easily, although he paired it with a small smirk, reaching out to take another small sip of his drink. “I can give you a list of references if you’d like proof of just how surly I can get.” Truth be told, Sylar wasn’t in a particularly bad mood - he was simply bored, and growing antsy, and that made him annoyed.

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quaenonvidentur​:

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There were many people that came​ with his marriage to Dora, and the one that Xenophilius hated most was Sylar. In fact, he honestly preferred Bella over the young wizard. How he managed to get Pandora to believe he was some kind of angel was beyond him, but here he was, a fixture in their house much to his dismay. “Oh, great.” Xenophilius groaned, feeling like his tea needed a shot of alcohol to help him cope with the man he saw in his living room. 

“Did Dora leave you to your own devices again, Sylar? Don’t you have a family to bother during the holidays?” He honestly didn’t wish the boy on anyone else, but if they had birthed him, they could take him back. “Surely there are other people you can haunt. I can even offer some suggestions if you’re running low.”

“Heya pops.” Sylar grinned cheekily as Xenophilius came around the corner, not bothering to try to hide his obvious delight in the way the man’s expression changed when he caught sight of him, sprawled out on his couch with his feet propped up: the very picture of comfort. But why wouldn’t he be? Pandora wanted him here, and he knew that what Dora wanted, Dora got. Especially from Xenophilius.

He shrugged non-comittally. “Nope.” He popped his lips on the p, making the word into two syllables as he tapped an absentminded finger against the arm of the couch. His mother was dead and his father was an asshole. Sylar tried to go home as little as possible, but he wasn’t about to get into any of that with him. “Oh, come on.” He grinned wide, charming - fake. “You’d miss me.” He laughed. “At least your wife would. She’s just gone to get some snacks, we were going to play Exploding Snap. Although,” He paused, frowning. “I guess I could just tell her you’re kicking me out and save her the trouble.”

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Sylar had been granted extra time off of work for the holidays after having wrapped up a particularly difficult case ahead of schedule, but now he had too much time on his hands - even if it was only a couple of days. And it seemed that until his wedding was behind them, he'd lost his best friend to planning as well - even he knew it was better to keep his distance and let her do her thing until asked otherwise. So he found himself, typically, back at the bar, except this time he was feeling particularly cheerful. 

"Have you had the eggnog?" He asked, smiling at the person in the stool next to him as he sauntered back to the bar for a refill. "It's surprisingly palatable if you order a double. You know what -" He turned to the bartender and tapped the counter. "Two. On me." 

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dvisyhookum​:

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Daisy took his jacket from him and brought it into the kitchen, casting a charm on it to clean the blood off it for him. While she may not like Sylar, she wasn’t going to deny helping him. She wasn’t a monster, she couldn’t turn away somebody that was injured, even if it was somebody she didn’t particularly care for. Running her hands through her hair, she took a moment to think. She wasn’t sure if she even really had anything that could help him. Sure, she could patch him up a bit, but her ingredients were rather useless before they were added into potions.

“Um.. Yeah.” She nodded, her potions were in the greenhouse. But she was sure she only had a few light pain potions. She could get him to chew on some dittany, she supposed. It would help, and it didn’t taste very good, it would be quite an interesting sight to watch him chew on leaves. “Go ahead, I’ll meet you out there. I’ve got a first aid kit in the bathroom with bandages.” She explained, picking her keys up off the table and tossing them at Sylar, not bothering to see if he’d caught them before she turned towards her bathroom. “The green key is for the greenhouse!” She called back to him as she walked out of the room.

He nodded silently, catching her keys easily and turning on his heel as soon as she told him to wait in the greenhouse and heading off that way. He knew it wasn't in best interest to annoy her any more than he already had at the moment, and what he wanted more than to get under her skin was to get himself halfway patched up before going home to Sinistra. "Green key…" He murmured under his breath as his fingers moved through the multiple keys until he found the right one - they were steady as ever, so his injury couldn't be that bad. "Green key." He murmured again, disgusted at the cuteness of it all and rolling his eyes as he let himself in. 

He wandered for a moment, the fingers on his free hand delicately tracing over the leaves he passed, the quiet and peace of the moment surreal as he dripped blood along his path. He let loose another sigh as he heard the door open again, but it was quiet, softer, and he turned back the way he'd come to meet her at the front. "Surely something in here is useful." He commented, peeling his shirt off and hopping up onto her work bench to sit, uninvited. "I know for a fact Snape has you growing all sorts of boring stuff." 

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exanrxsier​:

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When one had to hold up such a perfect reputation, chances for chaos of this level came few and far between; a threesome and murder in Paris didn’t hold the same weight as crushing blood traitors under his thumb on the streets of London. “Ahh, Master Sylar, how is your engagement to darling Sinistra coming along?” he asked teasingly, taking a large swig of his whiskey and another drag of his cigar, “And, more importantly, have you both found partners to go to when the energy of a fruitful evening has you full to burst?”

He snorted softly at the face change, “Such a useful skill and a truly wicked execution, I’m almost jealous. Hope is such a delicious thing to crush, you can literally watch the glow fade from their eyes, like a fairy’s wings after you’ve ripped them asunder.” he let out a low humming noise and lent further back into the armchair, spreading his legs a little more, “We did good work this eve, I believe the city shall remember it for years to come, a memorialisation in violence, I can think of no better legacy or earthly pleasure. But what about you?” he asked lightly, “What earthly pleasures will you seek on the back of this boon?”  

Sylar narrowed his eyes at the question, giving Evan a less than friendly look, but luckily the room had cleared of all but them. "It is well." He answered in clipped tones, making it clear he didn't particularly want to discuss his relationship with Sinistra any further. But then his expression melted into a coy smirk, and he raised an eyebrow. Luckily, they were alone to discuss such things. "Why? Are you offering?" He asked with a chuckle, rubbing the edge of his glass along his bottom lip before taking another sip and returning it to rest against the arm of his chair. 

Sylar hummed noncommittally, happy but not as excited as Evan. Although excitement was an emotion Sylar had scarcely felt at all after the age of eleven. He wondered idly what it would be like to take the other man out in the field with him for a case - perhaps he had missed his calling. "Even if they don't, we'll give them another reminder." He said easily, picking at a spot under his nail that was either dirt or blood. He sighed heavily, but not unhappily. "Oh, I don't know. I'm sure I'll figure out something fun to do." He grinned mischievously, his eyes flashing a deep red color for just an instant as he pondered the possibilities, lifting his glass to his lips.

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pulchrxclade​:

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​“I know your footsteps better than anyone in the Ministry, Sylar, best you just come in and accept the tea and biscuits.” Pandora hummed contently to herself, her fingers delicately stirring the now dissolving sugar cube into her tea. It twirled and soon was nothing but a small vortex that soothed itself once the witch blew on the tea before taking a sip. “Besides, you know better than to tip toe around me. Xenophilius doesn’t even question your place in my life–” At least, the man knew better than to do so. She made it rather clear that she had no qualms declining the proposal and marriage if he insisted she desert certain people from her life. 

“At least, he’s learned to keep those thoughts to himself now. All that energy goes into the Quibbler.”

He loved Pandora - a word he used exceedingly sparingly and never out loud - but he was in a particularly foul mood that morning and hadn't wanted to see her. More for her sake than his own, but he should have known she wouldn't have let him get away with it. So as he passed by, let loose a sigh without trying to hide it and shoved his hands in his pockets as he backtracked slightly and entered. Just barely managing to hide his sneer at the mention of her husband, he flung himself into an empty chair. 

"And what energy that must take." He commented, voice a little too neutral to be completely innocent. He had never really hidden his distaste for the publication, but tried to instead simply stay silent on the matter when Pandora was within earshot. It was no secret to him that Xenophilius didn't like him, but Sylar seemed to have the upper hand when it came to that, and he used it to his advantage as often as he could. "Speaking of - what would he like for Christmas?" He asked, letting a wide smile split his features. 

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thestrangerabastan​:​

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          Rabastan was this close to sending his wall down instead of properly charming it for acustic isolation, his neighbours be damned, they’d have to deal with his havoc, just like his Hogwarts days. Only because the freaking spell refused to work over that specific paint job, like a bitch of a spell. 

         But, before he could actually knock anything down as he wanted, a familiar voice echoed through the place, he smiled as he recognised the voice. Thinking of his Hogwarts days. 

         “You know me, I’ve always loved a bit of degeneracy.” He stepped out to the front, holstering his wand back “Are you questioning my genius methods, Flint?” 

Sylar couldn't help but smirk as Rabastan rounded the corner and came into view, shaking his head good naturedly. "Always, my friend." He teased, shoving his hands in his pockets as he glanced around, taking the space in. "But only because your methods tend to be absolute garbage, I promise." Sylar winked, letting loose a low chuckle and pushing himself from the wall and perching himself on the arm of a large chair. 

"Please tell me I can convince you to do something - anything - else." He raised an eyebrow as he brought his gaze back to Rabastan. "Renovations are a little too close to wedding plans." He finished, his tone darkening. Granted, he had very little to do with the whole thing, but it still seemed to dominate his personal life all the same and he had been aching for a moment away. "Did you know that champagne and gold are not the same color and you run the risk of getting a candlestick thrown at your head if you mistake them?" 

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FMK: Bellatrix, Lucius, Evan

Fuck Evan, marry Bella and kill Lucius. So unfortunate, my dear friend. Sincerest apologies.

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FMK: Daisy, Marlene, Dirk

You are kidding, right? Like I would marry any of them. Kill Marlene, she's annoying - and I suppose that leaves fuck Daisy and Dirk. No, you know what? Kill Daisy, too.

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Ludo, Dirk, Evan

Fuck Ludo, marry Evan, kill Dirk.

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Ivy, Daisy, Marlene

Kill Marlene. Marry.... Ivy, I suppose, and fuck Daisy, although that thought is.... unpleasant.

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dvisyhookum​:

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It was nearing the middle of the night when somebody had knocked on her door. Whoever was trying to get her attention was lucky that she’d fallen asleep on her couch, otherwise they never would have woken her up. Grumbling slightly as she pushed her blanket off her, Daisy ruffled her hair with one hand, and picked up her wand with the other. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” She called out as they continued to knock, pushing herself up off the couch as she made her way towards the door.

Wand up, she opened the door just a crack as she inspected who it was that came to her in the middle of the night. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of Sylar, and she opened the door a little more to get a better look at him. Staring blankly at him for a moment, her wand still raised, her eyes moved down to the wound on his side and her head shook slightly. “Sylar, what…?” She didn’t know what she was going to ask, but she moved aside anyway to let him in. “Yeah, I mean it does have healing properties but… Sylar, I’m not a healer.” Daisy sighed, moving through her living room to place her wand back down as she thought about what to do in this situation. “I might have a potion, in the greenhouse…” Her brows furrowed together, “Do I wanna know what happened?”

He found himself to be rather glad she let him in without a fight, as the injury to his side made it rather uncomfortable to stand, let alone move - he could have forced his way in still, of course, but it was nice to have to. “I know that.” He replied easily, shrugging awkwardly out of his jacket and holding it up with the arch of an eyebrow as if to ask where to put it, covered in blood as it were. He may not like Daisy, but he was raised with manners. “I don’t need a Healer. Just a band aid, I’m sure, I just can’t -” He sighed in frustration, twisting to show her that it was difficult for him to turn in the right direction in order to patch himself up.

Snorting, he watched her move. “Yeah, like I’d tell you.” He rolled his eyes, but it was tempting. He would love to see her face if she knew exactly what he had been up to the last couple of hours, but it was none of her business. And even if it might be entertaining, he didn’t trust her. So he would be keeping this particular secret to himself. “The greenhouse, you said?” He asked instead, tilting his head in a clear indication for her to follow him as he turned back around and walked out. “Hurry up.” Sylar called over his shoulder. “This shit hurts.”

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dirk-crexxwell​:

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Dirk rolled his eyes, “Yea, what fun it would be to not have consistent worry for my safety due to my blood status bubbling away in the back of my mind.” Hell, maybe then he could dare hope for a stable relationship and for his friends to not be part of an elitist cult… The thoughts were enough to make him sigh internally, he’d gotten very sarcastic lately; even if it only was to himself. “Hmm. How heteronormative.” Dirk said, not about to give the man sympathy; living up to expectations had nothing on fear for your place in the world.

Dirk raised a brow, wonderful they were going to play word games. He honestly didn’t feel he had the strength for it. But then, Sylar decided to cut to the point, so much so that it gave him pause to turn and look at the man properly while trying (and failing) to ignore how his voice almost made him shiver. “I’m glad we’re on the same page then. Because I’m not hanging around for you. There’ll be times where I may be busy or ignore things altogether.” And he could move on. “For example, I could walk away right now and go back to the party and never bother with you again this evening.” yet, despite his words… he took no action to move.    

Sylar sighed, annoyed. Like he cared about things like the war. He hadn't come to listen to Dirk grumble all his woe is me's under his breath, and he was starting to wonder if he should just give up entirely and go find someone else. It was almost funny, really - Dirk had never seen his Mark, he really had no idea, did he? He'd fallen for it hook, line and sinker. And Sylar was eager for the day that he'd pull the rug out from under him. But that wasn't tonight. 

As Dirk turned to look at him, he smirked slightly. Good, they were finally getting to the good part, and Sylar didn't miss the look in his eye. But soon, his smile faded and he didn't try to hide his scowl this time. "I get it." He snapped, tiring of rehashing the same thing. Did he not understand what Sylar was saying? He'd been clear as day. "I have a fiancé." He whispered sharply, wanting to get on with it one way or another. "And a whole list I can go down should you choose to walk away." He threw his words back at him, but then softened his features once more and sat back up straight, raising his voice to a normal pitch. "So what's it going to be?" 

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rascalrussian​:

Karkaroff appreciated his friendship with Sylar. It was never something he cultivated on purpose, but the situation triggered the one single ounce of moral that he had - the loosest of them. Sylar, a pureblood wizard, was getting bullied because he was a metamorphomagus, something so intrinsically magical. It didn’t make any sense, in Igor’s opinion, and it fed his belief that British people were weird. Igor made sure that Sylar knew his opinion, he didn’t deserve any of that, and it solidified their friendship as the younger one tried to be stronger. Today, he could see the other one’s efforts and he was proud of the person he became. He didn’t have siblings, but he almost felt like a proud older brother.

– Look, if it’s not the groom! Congratulations, mate. How’s the married life? – Igor greeted him with a laughter, as the nature of the union was merely due to the expectations of the wizarding world, and fidelity wasn’t a big player in that game. – Yeah, well, it’s what we have today. My quidditch team lost a big match, we can’t have that. Suit yourself. – He gestured to the jar, full of suspicious berries that formed a thick red juice, but were completely harmless and very sweet. 

Sylar rolled his eyes as he took a seat. "Don't write me off already, we're not actually married yet." He huffed, glad to have that particular problem sorted (and in a more palatable manner than he had ever dreamed he'd get lucky enough to manage) but he still wasn't overly excited to have to do it at all. "And you're coming to the wedding, whether you like it or not." He decided. Even if they didn't have a big ceremony, they'd need a witness or two, and Igor was one of the only people he liked enough to want there. 

Sylar raised an eyebrow, not one to follow Quidditch in the slightest. So while he didn't really understand why anyone would be upset over such a thing, he knew people tended to take it rather seriously, and he let it go without comment. He poured himself a glass, instantly unsure about the decision as it ran down the sides of the cup, but he took a sip regardless. It was sweet - too sweet - and he couldn't hide the slight grimace as he put it back down. "All yours, mate." He pushed it toward Igor. "I'll stick to whiskey and gin." 

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ludovicbvgmvn​:

After his night out with Marlene, Ludo had found himself fully submerged in the gambling rings once again. He was bummed out from his break up with Rita and losing his job, that even a round of blackjack couldn’t lift his spirits. Something about gambling with Marlene had made him feel better, though, and he’d been back almost every night since. Tonight though, he was in a rather sour mood, having lost every hand so far. He’d already lost a good chunk of galleons, but Ludo refused to leave the table until he won. Two cards were placed down in front of him - the Jack of Hearts and Five of Spades. Fifteen wasn’t bad, but it certainly wasn’t good enough. “Hit me.” He mumbled, not bringing his eyes up to meet the dealers as he placed a third card in front of him. “Fuck.” He grumbled at the sight of the Ten of Diamonds. With a huff, he pushed himself away from the table roughly, turning towards the bar.

He threw himself into one of the stools, signaling to the barman for his regular. Resting his forehead in his hand, Ludo sipped his whiskey, simply taking a moment for himself before going to rejoin the game. Glancing up at the sound of the stool next to him being pulled out, an eyebrow raised as he realized it was Sylar joining him. It wasn’t who he’d expected, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. “Sylar.” Ludo greeted, fixing his posture as he sat up to speak with him. “Haven’t seen you since…” He paused to think for a moment. It was definitely before he and Rita had split, probably during one of their gossip sessions with Sinistra and the rest of their friends. “It’s been awhile, I suppose. Didn’t think a grimey place like this was really your scene.”

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Sylar wasn't a huge gambler. Sure, it could be exciting, but most of the time he didn't see the appeal. It was a danger only for cautious people, and that surely wasn't him. He wanted something that made his heart race - that let him blow off some steam, ease some of the tension he always carried with him. But still, he enjoyed a few of the games themselves, money aside, and he had an excellent poker face. He'd played only a few hands before retiring to the bar, and it was there he spotted the next game - a much bigger gamble than a deck of cards could supply him: Ludovic Bagman. 

He'd followed the story loosely, and listened just enough when Sinistra got on a rant about it so that he wouldn't get yelled at, but he didn't really care one way or the other what happened between him and Skeeter. Ludo was alright, he supposed. Certainly better than Rita, but he hadn't made it a point to see him when Sinistra hadn't pushed it on him. But even Sylar couldn't deny the guy was handsome, and he had an itch to scratch. So when Ludo gave up and took a seat at the other end of the bar, Sylar moved to join him. He nodded by way of greeting, taking a sip of his beer to cover the smirk as Ludo trailed off. Since before you cheated on your fiancé. But he wasn't about to say it. "Well, I guess you don't know everything about me then." He replied matter of factly, shrugging. "I've got a few secrets." Sylar smirked, eyeing him. "We seem to have that in common."