for mad_muses: backyard
Sep. 7th, 2009 08:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heroslayerEven with all the trees to catch the light as it came, the sunrise was nothing so grand as what he'd seen hundreds of times before on television. It was more subtle, blacks giving way to deep purples, grays of predawn shifting to calm blues as the sun crept up over the horizon. Not once did the leaves above him set to burn as the day broke; not once did the dew on the grass force the light into flares of color in final testament to the fact that it had ever been there at all. It was all rather anti-climatic actually, a lazy end to a lazy season, but still, somehow, he couldn't say it wasn't beautiful. Nor could he say he wouldn't miss it when they had to leave it behind just hours from now.
Sighing, he took one last look around the backyard, then he was getting up from the grass to head back into the house. And while he'd planned on moving further into it, slinking from room to room to watch everyone as they slept one last time, he stopped short in the kitchen when he spotted Adam, leaned over one of the counters, nursing a cup of tea. He didn't move right away, eyes fixed distantly on the outside world and the coming of the day, and then finally he shifted, flashing him a wan smile as he pulled his attentions away from the glass.
"You're going to miss it," Sylar ventured.
"So are you."
He hummed, crossing the linoleum to help himself to a seat at the table by one of the windows. He cast another quick glance outside, letting his eyes drift back to the immortal when he turned back, and shook his head. "I never got a chance to have a real summer, growing up. My father would get me out of the house sometimes, take me down to the shop to watch him work just so that I didn't have to deal with my mother, but that wasn't like this. That wasn't ... "
"Freedom," Adam suggested. "You were still bound by your obligations, wasting away in the city, every day more or less exactly the same. Maybe you did a few things differently -- took a walk where you hadn't the day before, fell asleep at your father's desk rather than in your bed -- but it still boiled down to the same thing." He shrugged, something creeping through his expression, there and then gone too quickly for him to read, and then he was turning to face him. "But here, we're free men. We can do what we want, without having to worry about what happens back home. What becomes routine is our own choice. The people we care about are at an arm's reach, should we need them."
"You're not talking about the house or the summer anymore," he concluded. "This is about Claire leaving."
"She's due to move out shortly after we get back," Adam answered coolly, "but that aside, tell me I'm not right. We go home, and it's back to the grindstone. You steal your little moments with Suresh when you can -- not when you want to. You go back to being guardian angel to Molly, warding against a threat doubtless never come. The lot of us put ourselves into founding our new Company, if there's still an interest in it. Not to say that I'm not happy with my own routines back home -- " Adam, Sylar thought, would be happy running down the street on fire, if only because he wasn't trapped in a cell at Primatech anymore. " -- but I'd be lying if I said I'm not going to miss everything else that comes with being here."
Silently, Sylar nodded, pressing his mouth into a thin line as he took a moment to process that. Then, wryly, he offered, "Guess that explains why the sunrise looked so good this morning, even if I've seen it a dozen times. The last taste of freedom, before I'm stuck with New York sunrises."
"All those buildings do sort of get in the way." Adam offered him a wan smile before changing the subject. "But I'm planning on getting everyone together in the backyard later this afternoon -- I can hardly pass up another chance to show off my grilling prowess."
"I'll be there," Sylar replied, as if it had been a question, then he was getting to his feet. He shot a glance in the direction of the stairs. "In the meantime, I'm going to go up and see Mohinder. It's ... "
He shrugged -- it was as Adam had said. In a few hours, it would be back to stolen moments at the loft and wishing that the weekends would never come, if only so he could stay with him. He didn't resent the fact that Mohinder had to make time for Molly and Parkman anymore, hadn't since he'd started spending his own time with Molly after school on occasion, but still. Like the sunrise, there was something beautiful about having the Indian mostly to himself, and like the dawn, he didn't dare waste it.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 859
Note: Adam is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
changehistory and is used without permission but with love. This piece may or may not be binding on the verse as, well, I can't write Adam for beans, and the mun is on hiatus so she can't yell at me for doin it rong. So, uh, take this with a grain of salt.
Sighing, he took one last look around the backyard, then he was getting up from the grass to head back into the house. And while he'd planned on moving further into it, slinking from room to room to watch everyone as they slept one last time, he stopped short in the kitchen when he spotted Adam, leaned over one of the counters, nursing a cup of tea. He didn't move right away, eyes fixed distantly on the outside world and the coming of the day, and then finally he shifted, flashing him a wan smile as he pulled his attentions away from the glass.
"You're going to miss it," Sylar ventured.
"So are you."
He hummed, crossing the linoleum to help himself to a seat at the table by one of the windows. He cast another quick glance outside, letting his eyes drift back to the immortal when he turned back, and shook his head. "I never got a chance to have a real summer, growing up. My father would get me out of the house sometimes, take me down to the shop to watch him work just so that I didn't have to deal with my mother, but that wasn't like this. That wasn't ... "
"Freedom," Adam suggested. "You were still bound by your obligations, wasting away in the city, every day more or less exactly the same. Maybe you did a few things differently -- took a walk where you hadn't the day before, fell asleep at your father's desk rather than in your bed -- but it still boiled down to the same thing." He shrugged, something creeping through his expression, there and then gone too quickly for him to read, and then he was turning to face him. "But here, we're free men. We can do what we want, without having to worry about what happens back home. What becomes routine is our own choice. The people we care about are at an arm's reach, should we need them."
"You're not talking about the house or the summer anymore," he concluded. "This is about Claire leaving."
"She's due to move out shortly after we get back," Adam answered coolly, "but that aside, tell me I'm not right. We go home, and it's back to the grindstone. You steal your little moments with Suresh when you can -- not when you want to. You go back to being guardian angel to Molly, warding against a threat doubtless never come. The lot of us put ourselves into founding our new Company, if there's still an interest in it. Not to say that I'm not happy with my own routines back home -- " Adam, Sylar thought, would be happy running down the street on fire, if only because he wasn't trapped in a cell at Primatech anymore. " -- but I'd be lying if I said I'm not going to miss everything else that comes with being here."
Silently, Sylar nodded, pressing his mouth into a thin line as he took a moment to process that. Then, wryly, he offered, "Guess that explains why the sunrise looked so good this morning, even if I've seen it a dozen times. The last taste of freedom, before I'm stuck with New York sunrises."
"All those buildings do sort of get in the way." Adam offered him a wan smile before changing the subject. "But I'm planning on getting everyone together in the backyard later this afternoon -- I can hardly pass up another chance to show off my grilling prowess."
"I'll be there," Sylar replied, as if it had been a question, then he was getting to his feet. He shot a glance in the direction of the stairs. "In the meantime, I'm going to go up and see Mohinder. It's ... "
He shrugged -- it was as Adam had said. In a few hours, it would be back to stolen moments at the loft and wishing that the weekends would never come, if only so he could stay with him. He didn't resent the fact that Mohinder had to make time for Molly and Parkman anymore, hadn't since he'd started spending his own time with Molly after school on occasion, but still. Like the sunrise, there was something beautiful about having the Indian mostly to himself, and like the dawn, he didn't dare waste it.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 859
Note: Adam is
changehistory and is used without permission but with love. This piece may or may not be binding on the verse as, well, I can't write Adam for beans, and the mun is on hiatus so she can't yell at me for doin it rong. So, uh, take this with a grain of salt.
