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Peter Petrelli ([personal profile] askedtobe) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull_logs2012-02-24 12:28 am

i'm your villain

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.
]
gabriel_gray: (Slice through your brain)

[personal profile] gabriel_gray 2012-03-04 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Poor broken thing. He would have laughed, if not for the clear unhappiness that came off Peter in waves. A little more delicacy, then--

He stepped closer, if only because Peter wasn't ripping himself away, worked his fingers into the invulnerable knots across the other man's shoulders. His eyes followed the curve of the other man's throat, and he wondered how his heart felt, and whether he could hear it if he leant close enough. Being powerless made such simple things so much more complicated.
]

You never asked to be used, to be twisted around the world's finger. So you went nuclear. Did you want that power, Peter? Did you want mine? You can't be held responsible for what the world has done to you. It owes you nothing.
gabriel_gray: (Laugh at your expense)

[personal profile] gabriel_gray 2012-03-04 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Much better. He felt Peter slump underneath his hands, and tilted his head back to one side as he worked, watching the other man's face, his eyes shut, wallowing in his misery. ]

For 'this', Peter. What do you mean?

[ Because now he was beginning to wonder what 'this' was. Was it the powers? The apartment? Being used? How had he asked for any of it? ]
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[personal profile] gabriel_gray 2012-03-04 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When Peter pulled back, Sylar let him go, crossing his arms over his chest again, and circled back to into the sitting room, leaving Peter behind him. He leant against the wall beside the kitchen door.

It's his own argument--we're special because we had that space in our lives, because we wanted to be, so he doesn't contradict it.
]

So that makes everything that's come since your fault? It's other people who don't understand you, Peter; that makes it their mistake.
gabriel_gray: (Slice through your brain)

[personal profile] gabriel_gray 2012-03-04 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gabriel watched him, waited, still folded against the wall, the hell of his right foot angled against it behind him. He didn't have to speak, so he didn't, but cracked the thought like a whip between them, loud enough to fill the quiet apartment. ]

But I do understand, Peter.
gabriel_gray: (Look over there)

[personal profile] gabriel_gray 2012-03-04 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He tilted his head back the other way. Peter pinned down by a mere thought. By a thought. He was too easy. Sylar didn't move away from the wall, but kept watch on Peter's back.

He kept his voice low, inoffensive.
]

Is that all?
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[personal profile] gabriel_gray 2012-03-04 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A lesser man might have flinched; Peter's glare was fierce. Sylar, on the other hand pulled himself forward, moving over to the couch. The television was still in pieces from last night, and he spared one glance for it, then looked back toward Peter. ]

That's what I asked. It's perfectly fine if you don't have an answer.
gabriel_gray: (I expect you to die)

[personal profile] gabriel_gray 2012-03-05 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ He tilted his head to one side. The answer. It wasn't such a simple thing at all. Not when the truth was so much more complex than understanding, than the fact that Peter felt responsible for him, and perhaps more difficult things to give a name to. They were the same. The strange and uneven balance of power struck between them.

And Peter's desire. There was no doubt that played its part. It was undeniable what Peter felt for him, though it had been difficult to understand at first. It wasn't just about demonstrating power. It wasn't just about how ironically safe Peter felt with him.

It was all those things together.
]

Do you mind fixing the television before you hide in your room?