for philosophy_20: time

[heroslayer]

The moments they have together are few and far between, and when they do come, they never last long enough. Something always pulls them apart, ends the moment just when he starts to get comfortable, whether it's his obligations or the other man's. He knows he should hate it, hate him and time and circumstance, but he doesn't. Or at least not anymore. He's resolved himself to fate and stolen moments, and he wastes no time when they find each other.

Which probably explains why, when they find the minutes this time, he doesn't waste them with words. He just pushes into the apartment and settles himself on the couch next to him, arm immediately going around his shoulders. He pulls him close, and so they sit, both drowning in the seconds as they tick away, littering the ground at their feet.

"You're cold," the other man ventures quietly, after awhile, and he nods.

"Freezing. Have been all day."

"Well, come here, then." He doesn't give him time to answer (there is no time), instead shifting their positions so that his love can pull him into his arms. He doesn't mind, hasn't minded in ages, and he moves with him, almost a dance, so that he can rest his head against his chest. And as he turns his head up to look at Mohinder, Sylar can't help but wonder how long they have until the tides of time turn against them again.


Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 242

Comments

[genetic-fate.livejournal.com]

Aww <3 A really sweet, and yet somewhat sad, little scene

[heroslayer]

Thanks.

And OMG. I see you're my Mohinder at muses_gonewild. :D