for mad_muses: warm
Jun. 27th, 2010 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heroslayerTheir hostile takeover had taken much longer than he had thought it would. Arthur had too damn many people working for him, far more than those they'd managed to trap on the first floor, and at least a quarter of them had wanted to resist the new management. Then he and Elle had had to take care of them, which had taken time in spite of the new tricks he'd picked up from his supposed father earlier that evening. Then they'd had to make examples of a few more that hadn't been part of the rebellion, just to drive home the idea that they could suffer the same fate as those they'd killed, if and when they got any bright ideas or when he and Elle got bored. Then he'd had to take care of Mohinder -- oh, he'd taken such pleasure in drugging up and chaining down the geneticist. Then --
Well, the list went on and on, really, and it had been near dawn by the time they'd finished. And now, sitting at Arthur's desk with the purple-gray light of the new dawn poking through the slats of the blinds behind him, exhaustion was starting to sink in. Funny how he seemed to remember being able to stay awake for days on end and yet could barely keep his eyes open now. Then again, though, he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept, barring the odd period of unconsciousness he'd experienced after trying to fix Elle after she'd come back battered.
Making a face regardless, he sunk further down into the chair and closed his eyes. God, he was tired and the fact that it seemed unnaturally warm in the room wasn't helping. He pressed a hand to his forehead, hoping that the chill that had washed over him earlier would help with the heat -- it didn't, if anything making it worse -- then dropped his hand back into his lap. He cracked one eye, chancing a glance at Elle.
"Is it me, or is it warm in here?" It was a stupid question, if the way she was stretched out on the desk, one cheek pressed to the wood was any indication.
"It's hot," she muttered, haggardly.
Humming, he closed his eyes again, shifting uncomfortably, hoping that the cool of the leather would help where his fingers at his forehead had not. Once again, however, his feeble attempts to cool down even marginally did nothing, and after a moment and with what felt like a massive act of will, he got to his feet, moving over to the window behind them. If whoever they'd let live had to insist on having the heat up so damn high, he was opening a window.
With a sigh, he tugged on cord weakly, the blinds inching upwards with each half-hearted pull, flooding the room with genuine dawnlight now. Immediately, he cried out, tugging the cord again sharply to slam the blinds closed, and turned away from the window. The light hadn't hurt -- that would have been ridiculous -- but it had been too sudden, too bright, leaving angry smears of white behind his eyes every time he blinked. He closed his eyes finally, reaching up to rub at them as he staggered back to the desk, in pain and hotter now than he had been before.
Elle barely raised her head to look at him as he collapsed back into Arthur's chair.
"We should go downstairs," he said when his eyes had stopped burning.
She made a soft, affirmative noise but didn't move much beyond nuzzling at the desk.
It took him another minute to get back to his feet, but finally he managed, swaying a bit as he rounded the desk. He curled his fingers around Elle's arm, tugging her up off the desk -- much to her dismay if the snarl that followed was any indication -- then staggered towards the door, pulling her with him. She leaned into him and he leaned back, certain that he'd fall if he didn't have some kind of support against how faint he felt.
"Come on," he mumbled belatedly, when the two of them had made it to the elevator. She managed something near unintelligible back, picking lazily at the buttons on her shirt.
He tugged her inside, and by the time the doors reopened on the bottom floor, they had both stripped out of their shirts in an effort to combat the sick heat that had fallen upon them.
Dropping his to the floor, he stumbled out into the hallway, all real reason stripped from him (God, it's so hot) and running purely on instinct now, dropping clothing as he went. Elle followed, doing the same, and somehow (just need to sleep) they wound up in the labs, both of them lumbering towards the industrial freezers at the back like birds migrating south for the winter.
Pulling open the door, he moved inside, barely registering as it closed and locked behind Elle, and put his back to one of the walls, letting out a shuddering sigh as something finally seemed to cut through the heat. He stood there for a moment, soaking in it, then sunk down the wall wearily, his eyes slipping closed. He was thankfully unconscious within seconds.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 882
Note: Elle is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
not_myfirstday and is used without permission but with love.
Well, the list went on and on, really, and it had been near dawn by the time they'd finished. And now, sitting at Arthur's desk with the purple-gray light of the new dawn poking through the slats of the blinds behind him, exhaustion was starting to sink in. Funny how he seemed to remember being able to stay awake for days on end and yet could barely keep his eyes open now. Then again, though, he couldn't remember the last time he'd slept, barring the odd period of unconsciousness he'd experienced after trying to fix Elle after she'd come back battered.
Making a face regardless, he sunk further down into the chair and closed his eyes. God, he was tired and the fact that it seemed unnaturally warm in the room wasn't helping. He pressed a hand to his forehead, hoping that the chill that had washed over him earlier would help with the heat -- it didn't, if anything making it worse -- then dropped his hand back into his lap. He cracked one eye, chancing a glance at Elle.
"Is it me, or is it warm in here?" It was a stupid question, if the way she was stretched out on the desk, one cheek pressed to the wood was any indication.
"It's hot," she muttered, haggardly.
Humming, he closed his eyes again, shifting uncomfortably, hoping that the cool of the leather would help where his fingers at his forehead had not. Once again, however, his feeble attempts to cool down even marginally did nothing, and after a moment and with what felt like a massive act of will, he got to his feet, moving over to the window behind them. If whoever they'd let live had to insist on having the heat up so damn high, he was opening a window.
With a sigh, he tugged on cord weakly, the blinds inching upwards with each half-hearted pull, flooding the room with genuine dawnlight now. Immediately, he cried out, tugging the cord again sharply to slam the blinds closed, and turned away from the window. The light hadn't hurt -- that would have been ridiculous -- but it had been too sudden, too bright, leaving angry smears of white behind his eyes every time he blinked. He closed his eyes finally, reaching up to rub at them as he staggered back to the desk, in pain and hotter now than he had been before.
Elle barely raised her head to look at him as he collapsed back into Arthur's chair.
"We should go downstairs," he said when his eyes had stopped burning.
She made a soft, affirmative noise but didn't move much beyond nuzzling at the desk.
It took him another minute to get back to his feet, but finally he managed, swaying a bit as he rounded the desk. He curled his fingers around Elle's arm, tugging her up off the desk -- much to her dismay if the snarl that followed was any indication -- then staggered towards the door, pulling her with him. She leaned into him and he leaned back, certain that he'd fall if he didn't have some kind of support against how faint he felt.
"Come on," he mumbled belatedly, when the two of them had made it to the elevator. She managed something near unintelligible back, picking lazily at the buttons on her shirt.
He tugged her inside, and by the time the doors reopened on the bottom floor, they had both stripped out of their shirts in an effort to combat the sick heat that had fallen upon them.
Dropping his to the floor, he stumbled out into the hallway, all real reason stripped from him (God, it's so hot) and running purely on instinct now, dropping clothing as he went. Elle followed, doing the same, and somehow (just need to sleep) they wound up in the labs, both of them lumbering towards the industrial freezers at the back like birds migrating south for the winter.
Pulling open the door, he moved inside, barely registering as it closed and locked behind Elle, and put his back to one of the walls, letting out a shuddering sigh as something finally seemed to cut through the heat. He stood there for a moment, soaking in it, then sunk down the wall wearily, his eyes slipping closed. He was thankfully unconscious within seconds.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 882
Note: Elle is
not_myfirstday and is used without permission but with love.
