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He keeps a candle in his apartment that he never lights. Not that he's ever been much of a candle person, the very idea of burning wick and wax too romantic for his tastes and a little pointless, when he can make his own light if the power goes, but this is a special case. He doesn't light it because he doesn't need it; he doesn't light it because the smell of it reminds him of Mohinder, and he needs it to remind him of better times.
His memory, while perfect, only counts for so much after all, and the scent of the candle -- patchouli and amber, or so the sticker on its side reminds him -- even unlit, does wonders for washing away the last memory he has of Mohinder's scent. Memories of fire and ash, as he put him to rest years ago, unable to find a way to save him. To keep him. A candle is all he has to hold onto, and he's half afraid that if he burns it, if he lets it slip away to time and fire, he'll never be able to find it again.
Even with all his power and Mohinder's faith's belief in reincarnation, he hasn't been able to find the Indian again, after all.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 215
His memory, while perfect, only counts for so much after all, and the scent of the candle -- patchouli and amber, or so the sticker on its side reminds him -- even unlit, does wonders for washing away the last memory he has of Mohinder's scent. Memories of fire and ash, as he put him to rest years ago, unable to find a way to save him. To keep him. A candle is all he has to hold onto, and he's half afraid that if he burns it, if he lets it slip away to time and fire, he'll never be able to find it again.
Even with all his power and Mohinder's faith's belief in reincarnation, he hasn't been able to find the Indian again, after all.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 215