for the_muses_stage: hunger
May. 2nd, 2010 05:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heroslayerThe rain came down in endless sheets, making a muddy swamp of the carnival grounds. No one had bothered venturing outside for morning chores, anything that could possibly have be accomplished likely to get ruined by the rain, and for the first time that Sylar had been there, there had been no morning meeting for breakfast and chatter. Everyone had understandably confined themselves to their trailers, and standing by the window, watching the storm rage outside, he wondered if anyone would be going anywhere today.
He shot a glance over his shoulder at Mohinder, milling about their small living space in what passed for a morning routine, and then moved towards the door. "I'll be right back," he called over the rain as he pulled the door open. "I'm going to run across the way and ask Samuel what's going on as far as today goes."
Mohinder said something but it was lost to the sounds of the storm, and he stepped outside, racing across the semi-circle of trailers to Samuel's, hoping that somehow he wouldn't get wet. Apparently, though, he didn't hold that sort of power, and by the time the barker came to answer the door, he was soaked and shivering, the rain cold despite it being the first week of May. Samuel arched his eyebrows, bemused, and then stepped out of the door way, gesturing him inside.
"Thanks," he murmured, resisting the urge to pick at his soggy shirt.
Samuel hummed, moving back to the table and the half-finished breakfast on it, and he felt immediately guilty. He hadn't thought that the other man would be in the middle of something -- he and Mohinder had eaten when it seemed the rain wasn't letting up -- and he muttered an apology. Samuel waved it off. "It's fine. Come and sit down."
He moved to take the seat opposite the barker, still feeling like a kid who had interrupted his parents' big business dinner. If Samuel noticed this, however, he ignored it, instead casting a glance over his shoulder at the skillet he'd left on the stove. "There's bacon still, if you're hungry. It's probably gone a bit cold, but you're welcome to it if that doesn't bother you."
He got to his feet almost hurriedly, grabbing one of the paper plates that sat on the counter, and helped himself to some of the bacon. Samuel huffed out a sigh of a laugh, and took a bite of his own bacon. "If I'd known you hadn't eaten, I'd have offered before you sat down."
"We -- Mohinder and I sort of already had breakfast," he admitted somewhat sheepishly as he returned to the table. "It's -- I've just been ... "
"Hungry for something you can't put your finger on?" Samuel suggested.
"Yeah."
No, not really. Saying he was hungry for something was accurate at least, that way of putting it stirring the ghosts of memory he carried around but could never truly pin down, but it was still wrong somehow. This wasn't a craving for a particular type of food -- he'd established that much even before he'd run around the carnival, trying everything they had to offer -- this was something else. Something with the same seductively dark edges touching Mohinder or using his abilities had, and while a part of him wanted desperately to know what it was exactly, another part wanted nothing more than to run in the other direction. Which, he supposed, explained why he'd eaten so much over the last few weeks; he was hoping that maybe he was wrong, that maybe, finally, he'd find whatever it was he needed and the feeling would go away.
At least his metabolism supported all the sweets he'd been eating lately.
Sighing, he looked away briefly, staring down at his bacon balefully, and when he looked back up, Samuel was watching him with sharp eyes. He decided instantly that he didn't like that look, regretted coming over here in the first place, and that in mind, he shot up from the table and bolted towards the door. Samuel's voice at his back stopped him.
"Sylar." He didn't dare correct him and couldn't bring himself to turn around, frozen in place. "Tell Mohinder I said thank you."
His paralysis seemed to break at that, and he dashed out of the trailer, not bothering to even close the door behind him. And as he hurried away, over the constant drone of falling rain, he was almost certain he heard Samuel say something about the lion waking up after all.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 760
Note: Samuel is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
offering_hope and is all mine to use and abuse.
He shot a glance over his shoulder at Mohinder, milling about their small living space in what passed for a morning routine, and then moved towards the door. "I'll be right back," he called over the rain as he pulled the door open. "I'm going to run across the way and ask Samuel what's going on as far as today goes."
Mohinder said something but it was lost to the sounds of the storm, and he stepped outside, racing across the semi-circle of trailers to Samuel's, hoping that somehow he wouldn't get wet. Apparently, though, he didn't hold that sort of power, and by the time the barker came to answer the door, he was soaked and shivering, the rain cold despite it being the first week of May. Samuel arched his eyebrows, bemused, and then stepped out of the door way, gesturing him inside.
"Thanks," he murmured, resisting the urge to pick at his soggy shirt.
Samuel hummed, moving back to the table and the half-finished breakfast on it, and he felt immediately guilty. He hadn't thought that the other man would be in the middle of something -- he and Mohinder had eaten when it seemed the rain wasn't letting up -- and he muttered an apology. Samuel waved it off. "It's fine. Come and sit down."
He moved to take the seat opposite the barker, still feeling like a kid who had interrupted his parents' big business dinner. If Samuel noticed this, however, he ignored it, instead casting a glance over his shoulder at the skillet he'd left on the stove. "There's bacon still, if you're hungry. It's probably gone a bit cold, but you're welcome to it if that doesn't bother you."
He got to his feet almost hurriedly, grabbing one of the paper plates that sat on the counter, and helped himself to some of the bacon. Samuel huffed out a sigh of a laugh, and took a bite of his own bacon. "If I'd known you hadn't eaten, I'd have offered before you sat down."
"We -- Mohinder and I sort of already had breakfast," he admitted somewhat sheepishly as he returned to the table. "It's -- I've just been ... "
"Hungry for something you can't put your finger on?" Samuel suggested.
"Yeah."
No, not really. Saying he was hungry for something was accurate at least, that way of putting it stirring the ghosts of memory he carried around but could never truly pin down, but it was still wrong somehow. This wasn't a craving for a particular type of food -- he'd established that much even before he'd run around the carnival, trying everything they had to offer -- this was something else. Something with the same seductively dark edges touching Mohinder or using his abilities had, and while a part of him wanted desperately to know what it was exactly, another part wanted nothing more than to run in the other direction. Which, he supposed, explained why he'd eaten so much over the last few weeks; he was hoping that maybe he was wrong, that maybe, finally, he'd find whatever it was he needed and the feeling would go away.
At least his metabolism supported all the sweets he'd been eating lately.
Sighing, he looked away briefly, staring down at his bacon balefully, and when he looked back up, Samuel was watching him with sharp eyes. He decided instantly that he didn't like that look, regretted coming over here in the first place, and that in mind, he shot up from the table and bolted towards the door. Samuel's voice at his back stopped him.
"Sylar." He didn't dare correct him and couldn't bring himself to turn around, frozen in place. "Tell Mohinder I said thank you."
His paralysis seemed to break at that, and he dashed out of the trailer, not bothering to even close the door behind him. And as he hurried away, over the constant drone of falling rain, he was almost certain he heard Samuel say something about the lion waking up after all.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 760
Note: Samuel is
offering_hope and is all mine to use and abuse.
