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ambitious_womanWhen Sylar was a child, his mother had insisted he take swimming lessons at the local community pool. He'd always thought it was stupid since, barring the weeks he'd spent learning, he'd barely ever used the swim club membership Virginia Gray always kept current, and his father had been too constantly busy to bother with a vacation to the beach. Though, even if he had seen water more frequently, he still would have thought the lessons a massive waste of time, because even though he'd passed the test at the end of them, he wasn't particularly good at swimming. He could tread water well enough, but that was about it.
And standing in the middle of yet another party in a France long forgotten by time, that's exactly what he felt like he was doing. Treading water.
Where he'd had his mother standing by the edge of the pool before, however, now he was completely on his own. He hadn't seen Reinette yet tonight--she was probably and understandably spending time with her King--and he didn't really know anyone else in the court. Oh, he knew a few names and knew that a few people knew his, pointing fingers and whispering when they thought he couldn't hear them, but he'd never actually spoken to any of them for more than a few minutes.
This was a shark tank, and he was drowning, alone.
Frowning at the thought, he pushed through the crowds, out to the very same balcony where he'd met Reinette, and leaned on the railing, pretending to take interest in the gardens as he considered simply leaving. Going home, back to his time. Getting out of this ridiculous costume Reinette had found for him, weeks before, and back into his old clothes, so he could get back to work. Places to go, people to kill, after all, and anything would be better than this, but as per usual, something stopped him. His promise to the good madame.
When they'd first met, she'd tried to send him away--expected him to want to go--and he hadn't then. He'd told her he'd stay, and he was, generally, a man of his word, when he wanted to be. The honorable villain, if he could even be considered a bad guy anymore, so fascinated with the clockwork in her head that he hadn't killed a single person the entire time he'd been here. He'd promised, and so he'd stay, even if it meant sulking out on the balcony, pointedly avoiding the scavengers inside.
And with any luck, Reinette would show up soon.
And standing in the middle of yet another party in a France long forgotten by time, that's exactly what he felt like he was doing. Treading water.
Where he'd had his mother standing by the edge of the pool before, however, now he was completely on his own. He hadn't seen Reinette yet tonight--she was probably and understandably spending time with her King--and he didn't really know anyone else in the court. Oh, he knew a few names and knew that a few people knew his, pointing fingers and whispering when they thought he couldn't hear them, but he'd never actually spoken to any of them for more than a few minutes.
This was a shark tank, and he was drowning, alone.
Frowning at the thought, he pushed through the crowds, out to the very same balcony where he'd met Reinette, and leaned on the railing, pretending to take interest in the gardens as he considered simply leaving. Going home, back to his time. Getting out of this ridiculous costume Reinette had found for him, weeks before, and back into his old clothes, so he could get back to work. Places to go, people to kill, after all, and anything would be better than this, but as per usual, something stopped him. His promise to the good madame.
When they'd first met, she'd tried to send him away--expected him to want to go--and he hadn't then. He'd told her he'd stay, and he was, generally, a man of his word, when he wanted to be. The honorable villain, if he could even be considered a bad guy anymore, so fascinated with the clockwork in her head that he hadn't killed a single person the entire time he'd been here. He'd promised, and so he'd stay, even if it meant sulking out on the balcony, pointedly avoiding the scavengers inside.
And with any luck, Reinette would show up soon.
