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moved.
THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED. if you would like to interact with sylar find me on @tobespecial or @horrorstoried --- i am still working on tags on the new blog , but we are pretty much good to go . if & when i make a promo for it , i will reblog it here <3
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conjuredmagic. / seth elliot
his hand still holds a grip on the other’s hand, almost i the other’s words. seth doesn’t particularly understand how the other’s ability works, or at least, his uncanny healing ability, but he sure would like to find out, and would sure like to know the abilities limits. sylar’s stated that because of it he won’t be able to kill him, with such a nifty ability like that, he’ll be able to get some entertainment out of him yet. standing close to him, there is the briefest recognition of how sylar has a couple inches in height on him, but his focus is still on his hand. nothing was left of the paper cut, except for the small drop of blood that was on the white fabric of his gloves. seth’s own immortality is by different means, so his wounds don’t heal as fast, but he usually doesn’t let anything harm him in the first place. no scars though, that was a little disappointing.
that was one of the best parts. ’ his hand finally lets go of the other. he’s got plenty to think of with this new knowledge, but one question is on his mind. ’ it heals, but do you still feel pain from it ? ’ seth plays it off as if it is purely curiosity, but its in fact, for his own twisted knowledge. it seems the stack of paper that had met onto the ground, has taken a back seat in his mind. after all, he’s just opened a world of opportunity up. someone he could break over and over again, like a toy, but wouldn’t die. when they broke, that was always disappointing. and knowing sylar, there was a possibility that he might just have a willing participant. all the better.
sylar studies the other as he looks at his previously sliced finger . so this is where he got off huh ? there was certainly no judgment from the killer . there was something fascinating about how people worked , & he could definitely appreciate the need to learn . if violence is where seth got off , well , the game was certainly going to get interesting . if that is what got him to tick , sylar wasn’t going shy away . not when he finally had the attention he so craved .
his hand drops & he slowly curls it away from seth , a devious grin on his face . ❝ yeah pal , no scars . ❞ sylar knows that is causing some disappointment . there is a small chuckle . ❝ oh that all depends . sometimes yes , sometimes no . it’s finicky . if you need me to scream either way , i can do that . people are so vulnerable when they are absolutely terrified . wouldn’t you agree sir ? ❞
conjuredmagic. / seth elliot
@tobespecial and im so sorry
he’s growing awfully tired of seeing sylar in his office when it’s a place seth can escape to and is a private space for him. door is closed behind him, and gloved hands push it closed to try and silence the sound of the door shutting. it’s then the slight sound of papers being shuffled through and snooped through, and for some reason he isn’t surprised to see the taller male hovering over the desk with that smirk on his lips of knowing exactly what he’s doing. steps traverse across the room, irritation written clearly on his face. before he can even reprimand him for snooping through his stuff, sylar’s fingers glide across the edge of one of the papers. in that specific way, enough to slice open his finger.
seth watches as blood slips from the small cut, but he watches as it heals up all on it’s own, and the previous annoyance has been wiped from his face. he is instead, been captivated, and takes sylar’s hand without any regard. white glove moves to wipe away the blood from the small cut, ( something he’ll come to regret later, he hates staining them - ) confirming that the small cut had vanished as if it wasn’t even there. for those acquainted with the dark side, seth’s eyes give almost a dark twinkle at this new knowledge, and it seems now, sylar has gained at least some of his attention. ’ how fascinating. ’ he can only begin to imagine the things he can do with his hand holding a blade, and sylar’s skin as the canvas.
of course he came back . that was never the last of it . sylar didn’t simply give up so easily . he waits for seth to exit before he saunters in & begins to pill through all the documents on the mans desk . the serial killer isn’t looking for anything in particular , just making a mess . but since they are in hand , may as well be nosy . a smirk etches on his lips when the door opens & closes . it appeared the party was just getting started . sylar takes a moment to knock a stack of papers on the floor . oh how terribly clumsy of him , it was a terrible habit . in the scuffle his finger glides across the corner of one of the documents . a paper cut forms on his finger . the raven haired man shrugs it off but finds his hand being yanked rather abruptly . the smirk on his lips falters for a moment . what on earth was he - oh . sylar watches seth study the cut , or now lack there of . ❝ well now i have your attention . ❞ he pulls a bit in the hold , but it is all for show . ❝ can’t hurt me , it closes up just like that . no scars . may as well squash any thoughts of killing me , not going to happen dear . ❞
empathpetrellii. / peter petrelli
okay so maybe the water on the floor could wait. but gabriel not eating, couldn’t. then again, now that peter thought about it, he didn’t really have room to talk. he was pretty sure he bought a sandwich today but never got around to eating it, and might have been in his coat pocket still wrapped up. but then again, right after he bought it, the er got swamped and peter always felt like it was his job to help, so the sandwich had gotten..forgotten about. ’ gabe that was at like six am this morning. ’ he said flatly, turning his wrist to look at the watch on his wrist. it had been over eight hours ago. he was too tired to cook, but there was that nice little noodle shop that was open real late at night. peter stopped by there a lot to pick up lunch for other paramedics. ’ there’s a little noodle place on fifth, i can run and get something. you’ve got to eat. ’ he was still thankful for edgar’s speed, it made getting from place to place a lot easier and faster, with how crowded new york always was and public transportation was a nightmare. ’ if you let me leave for like, 5 minutes - ’ peter poked fun at him lightly, looking to where gabe’s hand was still around his wrist. should’ve picked up food before he came up, but it was raining and he hadn’t thought about it. or that sandwich still in his coat pocket hanging up by the door.
gabriel frowns . peter is being extremely hypocritical . it’s not like he ate today either . brows furrow , there is a slight glare in his eyes . ❝ it was something ❞ he tries not to whine but fails . ❝ not like you ate anything yourself . remember you can’t lie to me . ❞ gabriel stares the empath down just to see if he will fess up . his hand remains wrapped around peters wrist , the special has no intentions of letting go anytime soon . they were having a nice time , no need for peter to just up & leave . ❝ five minutes too long ❞ he stares glaring glaring again from behind his glasses , lips stuck out in a pout . ❝ get them to deliver it . ❞ gabriel starts tugging on peters arm now . ❝ you come sit with me ❞
empathpetrellii. / peter petrelli
fingers mess with the brown hair that always seemed to have its individual place on gabriel’s head. even that one piece that always seemed to fall out of place and rest in front of gabriel’s face. peter has no room to talk because a majority of the bangs of his hair were always in his face. eyes glance to a bookshelf that peter had put into the living room for gabriel’s books. it was getting pretty crowded. he’d have to either stick another one beside it, or get gabe to donate some books, but considering that it was the main thing that kept gabriel occupied, he didn’t really want him to have to get rid of any. peter keeps his gaze on messing with gabe’s hair, letting himself get lost in his own jumbled up thoughts. ’ i’ll look for another book shelf for you then. looks like the first one’s getting a lil full. ’ peter didn’t have many physical possessions after he cleaned out his apartment, but what little things he kept were on a bookshelf that had been built into the wall. a few books, photos of his family. peter moved to press a kiss to his forehead. ’ i’ve gotta to mop up the water i tracked through the kitchen. ’ his shoes hadn’t been spared from the rain drizzling outside, and neither would his floor if he didn’t clean it up. ’ did you eat anything ? ’
gabriel knows exactly what he is doing . he purposely left a lose hair there for peter to play with . he knows the other male likes to card through his hair, so why not just make it more inviting . another bookshelf ? gabriel smiles from ear to ear . imagine how many more books he could have if he had another shelf . peter petrelli never failed to amaze him . its moments like this when the special thinks just how lucky he is . the kiss to his forehead seals the idea . yeah peter was the best thing to ever happen to him . & yes gabriel often thinks about how his partner can never return the sentiment but he is grateful he has him nonetheless . ❝ ‘s fine . no leaving . ❞ he grabs peters wrist gently ❝ yeah... i ❞ okay maybe he forgot . ❝ i had that oatmeal before you left ? ❞
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Fight Club - chuck palahniuk
empathpetrellii. / peter petrelli
he’s tired. not physically, mentally, exhausted. it seems everything is too perfect, too happy, and peter’s waiting for that other shoe to drop. it never stays okay, just okay, not even perfect, for too long. he’s waiting, for the edge of disaster, and it’s exhausting him. but he’ll be alright, for everyone else’s sake, he’s sure they’re feeling the same thing, really. he’s also, really got to fix that damn apartment door, it’s getting to where it doesn’t want to open. peter’s already hung up his bag and coat by the door, eyes peering over to a comfortable gabriel on the couch. maybe he didn’t announce his presence because he was so comfortable, or looked so..content with whatever he was reading. ’ sorry. didn’t mean to. you just looked.. into whatever you were reading. didn’t wanna bother you is all. ’ a hand runs by the back of the couch, fingers moving to gently dive into the brown locks of gabriel’s hair. ’ must’ve got something interesting. ’ he asked, peering over his shoulder to the cover of the book. peter was lucky enough that the rain outside wasn’t heavy, and his coat had caught most of the rain that he had gotten on him from being outside.
peter is ever so cute when he is being thoughtful . gabriel just smiles , appreciative someone cared enough to leave him in his own fictional world even if just for one little minute . of course with peter around , who wants to live in a fictional world ? certainly not gabriel . ❝ oh its not anything new , i felt like reading something familiar . but i can only read pillars of the earth so many times ❞ he smiles at the memory as he feels peters fingers roaming into his hair . a smirk appears on his face as he turns his head around to look at his boyfriend ❝ need something ? ❞ the contact conveys peter isn’t allowed to stop anytime soon .
it’s a typical day for gabriel . in that , there is not much to do other than clean the apartment , pop over to the book store & then read for the rest of the day . the rain falls softly outside as the former killer turns through the pages of the novel . he is so engrossed in the words gabriel doesn’t know peter is even inside the apartment until he feels him close . ❝ oh hi ! ❞ he shuts the book closed . ❝ didn’t hear you baby . you’re getting too sneaky for me i think . ❞
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quick tag ur muse w/ one of the seven deadly sins
“You’re so beautiful But that’s not why I love you I’m not sure you know That the reason I love you Is you being you, just you”
— Avril Lavigne-I Love you
“I don’t like asking for help, because I don’t like admitting I need it.”
— c.j.n.
honest to god if you wanna write with me???? follow me on @horrorstoried cause i legit use this blog for ic with one ( 1 ) person and they know who they are kshdhhdd you probably know too lol
“i will always have nightmares of that day. no matter how much time has passed, i will always remember. the nightmares will never allow me to forget. i will never allow myself to forget.”
— (via nixreginam-blog)
I SCREAMED SO LOUD BUT NO ONE HEARD A THING
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brat in the streets, still a brat in the sheets
