for whack_a_muse: play the part

Only an idiot would have missed the fact that the space between the mirrors made Mohinder uneasy, and after what he had experienced weeks ago under the effects of his blood, he couldn't say he blamed him. Darkness spread out in front of them, broken only by odd shafts of weak light that bled in from the mirrors on either side of them, forming a sort of makeshift corridor. While neither of them were particularly bothered by the dark, however, this was more than just a few measly shadows. This was absolute. Sound and scent dropped off after a few feet, swallowed up by unsettling silence and stale air. Darkness gave way to more inky black no matter how good your eyes were. And so on and so forth until it made even the monster that Mohinder had become flighty.

He supposed if he weren't master of this place, it would make him uneasy, too. Instead he simply flashed the geneticist a sly smile and started moving down the hallway nonchalantly. Mohinder followed after him, peeking into the fragments of other people's lives they could see through the mirrors as they passed.

He let him have his moment of idle interest before he spoke. "I have something I want to show you."

Mohinder allowed him a thin smile, his eyes dancing away from the bedroom he'd been looking into and over to him. "So I gathered. Should I ask what?"

"It's a surprise," he answered cryptically, leading them past a few more mirrors. He stopped in front of one in particular, stood in front of it, looking more than pleased with himself, then took a step out of the way. "And here we are."

( Pushing past him, Mohinder looked in on the room blasely, either not expecting anything of real interest or just wanting to get this over as quickly as possible so they could escape the twilight and go back to the real world. )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 655
Note: Mohinder is capableof_both and is used without permission but with love.

for mad_muses: warm

Their 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. )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 882
Note: Elle is not_myfirstday and is used without permission but with love.