for couples_therapy: reunite

(Mohinder is genetic_fate and is used at their request. Yes, I'm still working on these, and yes, yet again I copped out on actual smut. Shut up.)

and soon it will be all said and done
and we will all be back together as one
if we will continue at all

He's old now. So old that he's lost count of the turn of the years, each passing moment like grains of sand, slipping through fingers that don't even bother to try and catch them. There's no point to it, no reason to savor the moments, everything, even the near insatiable hunger of his youth, having long since shriveled and died. For as dark as that seems, however, there is no sadness, this loss of his not something to mourn. It just is, just like he is. Fact, forever.

He supposes it's easy to mistake, though; he hasn't spoken in nearing ten years.

It's not that he's so broken by his own timelessness that he's lost his mind. He still goes out in public, still lives and breathes and does, it's more that everything he could possibly say has already been said. Everything but three words, and since everything dies, there's no point to that, either. It's like that song from centuries ago that only he remembers the words to. It's dust in the wind. And while he knows that his silence earns him odd looks and pointed fingers, when he has his back turned, but he doesn't care.

( He's never cared much for the opinions of others, and people seem to be able to read his facial expressions and archaic gestures well enough. )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 625 (without lyrics)