i'm your villain

[askedtobe]

Who: Peter & Sylar
When: The morning after Sylar's post
Where: Peter's apartment.
Summary: It's the morning after Peter's begun to harbor a fugitive and let strange things happen in the night. And now Peter's making breakfast..... things're sure to get interesting, yup.
Warnings: awkwardness? shenanigans? will change if necessary

[ Peter had woken up before Sylar, something he was in fact thankful for, for a variety of reasons. One of which was so that he could stare at Sylar for an unquestionable amount of time, and try to piece together the series of events that had led them to this. Sylar was still curled awkwardly on top of the sheets, though he'd settled slightly in his sleep and Peter just couldn't stop staring. Because somehow it seemed the more time he spent around him, the more human Sylar became. The more present, Peter's own constant. And looking at the other man while he slept, well -- there wasn't much monstrous about him.

Giving his head a shake and mussing his own hair, Peter slowly eases himself out of bed, trying to move slow so as not to wake his "company." Only after he's padded out of the bedroom does he breathe a little easier, pausing at the basket to give Mr. Muggles some scritches behind the ears before Tabitha mewls and wanders by for some morning cuddles as well. Peter's apartment: a little bit like a zoo; who knows where Denzel was hiding, waiting to pounce.

But after a few more seconds, Peter stands, yawns, and heads to the kitchen because in the morning, Peter's brain is gooey at best, and coffee is an absolute necessity. Setting up the machine to brew an exceptionally full pot, Peter folds his arms over his chest, already starting to twitch with Sylar out of his sight, something he's still too warm and sleep addled to try and think about.

Because as soon as it's done, Peter's pouring himself a cup and walking slow back towards the bedroom, where he leans against the doorframe and simply watches. Stares at the fact that there's another person in his bed, that he perhaps can't curl around, and his warm-fuzzy-morning-addled mind might be pouting a little at that fact. Breathing in the warm scent of caffeine, Peter knows he can find something better to do, like make toast, or read the paper. But instead he's rooted to the spot, waiting for the rousing of Sylar. ]

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[gabriel_gray]

[ Unlike Peter, Sylar hadn't slept through the previous day, and the exhaustion that had come down on him had been crushing, overwhelming. Feeling safe enough to actually sleep, after the nights he's had on the streets, he'd slept through until morning, and showed every sign of sleeping on, but besides the sensation of being watched, Mr. Muggles didn't leave him much of a choice.

A few moments after Peter had taken position beside the door, the dog jumped up onto the bed and began to lick his face, yet even then it took a few moments for Sylar to wake completely, pushing the little dog off to the floor with one hand. He blinked as he sat up, as though he wasn't entirely sure where he was.

It came back to him soon enough. Peter was still standing by the door with his coffee, staring at him, and Sylar frowned, raising his hand to push back through his hair. It stayed stuck up regardless, and would probably stay that way until he showered, his eyes were half stuck together with sleep, but he went at them with his fingers, rubbing at least a little freedom back into his eyelids. ]

G'morning.