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Jul. 26th, 2009
(Based on this picture. Set immediately before this.)
He wakes up shivering, and he doesn't understand. He should be warm -- Mohinder doesn't exactly run the air conditioning often, and despite the fact that he's not wearing much beyond his boxers, the geneticist's body heat is almost an ability unto itself -- but he's not. He's not and in an attempt to fight the cold that's somehow inched its way into his bones, he pulls away from the other man, all but scrambling into a half-sit so that he can wrap his arms around his knees. He shoots Mohinder a glance, just to make sure he hasn't woken him in his sudden albeit short-lived movement, and then once he's sure he hasn't he takes a deep breath.
He holds it for a moment, his heart picking up its cadence to match the violence of his shuddering, and then he lets it out slowly, fingers spidering up and down his legs in an attempt to either instill a sense of warmth or calm himself down. He can't quite manage either, however, and fueled by something nearing panic, he slips out of bed, bolting for the bathroom. He doesn't bother to check to see if he's woken Mohinder, this time. He just opens the door hurriedly and then closes it behind him, fingers fumbling with the lock before he turns to lean on the counter, short of breath now, the world all but spinning around him.
Taking a moment, he tries to steady himself -- another item for his ever-growing list of futile actions -- and then he reaches with shaking hands for the light switch. He finds it after what feels like an eternity of groping the wall, winces as the light reaches eyes that aren't quite ready for it, and turns to face the mirror.
( For the briefest of instants, he's almost sure that his skin is rebelling against him somehow. )
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1315
He wakes up shivering, and he doesn't understand. He should be warm -- Mohinder doesn't exactly run the air conditioning often, and despite the fact that he's not wearing much beyond his boxers, the geneticist's body heat is almost an ability unto itself -- but he's not. He's not and in an attempt to fight the cold that's somehow inched its way into his bones, he pulls away from the other man, all but scrambling into a half-sit so that he can wrap his arms around his knees. He shoots Mohinder a glance, just to make sure he hasn't woken him in his sudden albeit short-lived movement, and then once he's sure he hasn't he takes a deep breath.
He holds it for a moment, his heart picking up its cadence to match the violence of his shuddering, and then he lets it out slowly, fingers spidering up and down his legs in an attempt to either instill a sense of warmth or calm himself down. He can't quite manage either, however, and fueled by something nearing panic, he slips out of bed, bolting for the bathroom. He doesn't bother to check to see if he's woken Mohinder, this time. He just opens the door hurriedly and then closes it behind him, fingers fumbling with the lock before he turns to lean on the counter, short of breath now, the world all but spinning around him.
Taking a moment, he tries to steady himself -- another item for his ever-growing list of futile actions -- and then he reaches with shaking hands for the light switch. He finds it after what feels like an eternity of groping the wall, winces as the light reaches eyes that aren't quite ready for it, and turns to face the mirror.
( For the briefest of instants, he's almost sure that his skin is rebelling against him somehow. )
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1315