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Title/Song: "How Soon Is Now" (TaTu)
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ilcuoreardendo
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Mohinder
Genre: Somewhere in Season 2
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am a human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
One of the things he loves about Mohinder is the man’s incessant surety.
“Do you honestly think this is going to work?” Mohinder spits from his chair. “That I would actually come to you? Willingly?”
“Willingly, Mohinder?” Sylar smiles and the feel of it stretching across his face is strange, as though he hasn’t done it in quite some time; a by-product of spending so much time under faces that are not his own. “Yes. I do think you’ll come to me willingly.”
He presses his fingertips to the mirror. And there appears the image of Molly, sweet Molly, reading alone in her bedroom and growing smaller, like a camera is moving out frame by frame…to the front of the house, the street, the neighborhood, and then the great mass of the continent that Mohinder had hoped would keep Molly hidden.
“Because the alternative?” Sylar says. “Is so much worse.”
Author:
ilcuoreardendoPairing/Characters: Sylar/Mohinder
Genre: Somewhere in Season 2
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am a human and i need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
One of the things he loves about Mohinder is the man’s incessant surety.
“Do you honestly think this is going to work?” Mohinder spits from his chair. “That I would actually come to you? Willingly?”
“Willingly, Mohinder?” Sylar smiles and the feel of it stretching across his face is strange, as though he hasn’t done it in quite some time; a by-product of spending so much time under faces that are not his own. “Yes. I do think you’ll come to me willingly.”
He presses his fingertips to the mirror. And there appears the image of Molly, sweet Molly, reading alone in her bedroom and growing smaller, like a camera is moving out frame by frame…to the front of the house, the street, the neighborhood, and then the great mass of the continent that Mohinder had hoped would keep Molly hidden.
“Because the alternative?” Sylar says. “Is so much worse.”
