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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 19, 2009 17:08:44 GMT -5
"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Elle rambled. She sprinted forward to Sylar's side and collapsed next to him. Was he dead? Did they kill him? Oh wait. She stood up and backed away a few steps. Sylar couldn't die.
Looking at Luke uncertainly, Elle spoke again. "What...?" she couldn't really form a coherent sentence, just glanced between the other two.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 19, 2009 17:13:51 GMT -5
"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck..." Luke muttered, dropping next to Sylar and wrapping his arms tight around his still torso, pressing his head against his chest to try and feel a heartbeat and then checking for a pulse, panicking.
"Oh my God, what've I done, what've I..."
He felt tears prickling at his eyelids. Could he really be dead?
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 19, 2009 17:22:11 GMT -5
Elle opened her mouth to say something. Nothing came out. She closed it again and sat where she was, crossing her legs and leaning forward on her elbows, head in her hands.
"He's not dead... He can't die," Elle wondered for a second if she was trying to convince Luke or herself... Probably both. "We just have to wait... He'll come back..." But when he does... will it be safe? she thought silently. If she had been using any rational sense, she would have ran.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 19, 2009 17:23:32 GMT -5
It took a moment before his power took hold and kicked in, burns reducing and mending and blood reforming inside him. He lay there still and dead for another few seconds before suddenly gasping in air and beginning to choke. It hurt, feeling flesh knit itself back into proper shape and his heart begin to thud again.
It really threw a wrench into his temper tantrum, too. Blinking up at them, he quirked a brow curiously. "The same time?" he asked, then let out a pained sounding chuckle.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 19, 2009 17:25:49 GMT -5
"He has to be okay. He has to."
He buried his face in Sylar's chest, shaking from head to foot as he inhaled burning flesh and melted fabric. He had all but forgotten that Sylar had tried to kill him, and he was now terrified, not because he might have murdered somebody, but because he might have killed this man.
When Sylar came to, he could have laughed. He just threw his arms around him and hugged him tightly.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 19, 2009 17:32:48 GMT -5
Elle giggled. He was okay. Not insane. She crawled over and threw a one-armed hug around him on a side where Luke wasn't currently hogging. Pulling back, she smiled. "I'm sorry," she mumbled quietly, trying her hardest not to make this a big apology fest with tears. She wasn't really sure what she was apologizing for, but it was nice to get it out there.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 19, 2009 17:54:20 GMT -5
"Your heart stopped beating, I thought you were really dead." Luke confessed softly and fearfully, his hands scrabbling to find purchase on the skin that the two of them had left red and charred from their joint efforts.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 19, 2009 18:18:08 GMT -5
The sudden affection was a little awkward, and Sylar dropped his head back to the ground, lightly draping his arms over each of them. Surely anyone who had been watching was sufficiently freaked out by that point. "Yeah. Sorry." he murmured, sighing as the rest of his skin healed over and returned to the way it had been before.
The shirt was in ruins, though. "Don't you dare do that again. Ever." he said, tightening one arm around Luke and then brushing his other hand over the long hair covering Elles shoulders.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 19, 2009 18:35:44 GMT -5
Elle leaned into the touch and smiled. "Only if you promise not to kill me," she replied, winking. Annnddd then she remembered that they were outside. She blushed, feeling sorry for anyone who had to witness that whole thing.
"We probably just made a big scene," Elle mumbled. She thought about pulling away and going inside, but brushed it aside. She'd wait until Sylar was ready to go, and then she'd follow him. Right now it was fine with her to just sit.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 19, 2009 18:44:32 GMT -5
Luke hadn't thought about them being seen. Nor did he really care right now. At the moment, he still felt terrified of all the things he could have done. He leant against Sylar's warm shoulder, placing one palm on the man's chest and smiling slightly at the steady and rhythmic thumping of the man's heart.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 19, 2009 19:00:07 GMT -5
"I bet." Sylar murmured, then shifted to get his elbows beneath him. "Who knows what they think." he actually chuckled, though, looking down at his shredded shirt.
"Let's go back inside. No killing, I promise." he huffed, trying to pull himself up without knocking the both of them over. Once he managed that, he wrapped an arm around each of them, as if completely forgetting the fact that a moment before they had been viciously attacking each other.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 19, 2009 19:23:51 GMT -5
Elle blushed heavily. Seeing as Sylar hadn't touched her once since she'd been there, and now he was all grabby and touchy. She liked it. Leaning in, she sighed. The day had taken a lot out of her. Vaguely, she wondered what would happen when the night ended.
"If you say so," she said before putting on one of her trademark smiles. Her blue eyes lit up happily.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 19, 2009 19:33:39 GMT -5
Sylar didn't know what would happen that night. He wasn't thinking that far ahead. Instead he was just enjoying the moment, finished with his attack of outrage. A brief stint of death would clear that up quickly.
"Let's not fight anymore." he teased, laughing afterward.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 19, 2009 22:30:06 GMT -5
Elle smiled up at Sylar - which was exceptionally hard to do with his monster height. "Yeah, I'm alright with that," she giggled out. How awkward this would look. One second they were attacking and killing each other, and the next they were hanging off one another and joking. So strange. But, like Luke had said earlier, was anyone normal on this island? They couldn't be the worst screw-ups, right? Maybe they could.
"Are we still gonna cook that fish?" she asked quietly, snapping herself out of her thoughts and dropping her gaze to the house ahead. Elle was pretty hungry and spent after that storm she'd let out earlier - not to mention the freak attack she'd caused on herself from the adrenaline high. Even some rotten old fish sounded good to her right now.
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 20, 2009 5:42:28 GMT -5
"Honestly I would rather have a hamburger and french fries. Or Chinese take out. But, wait, they didn't think of giving us anything decent to eat." he muttered, securely shutting them all back into the house after he had guided the two younger ones back into the kitchen.
Pulling away from them almost gently, he moved back to the stove top and clicked on the gas, using a spark from his fingers to ignite it. He stuck the pan over the flame and found the oil that Luke had been holding, pouring it into the pan. His mother had made fish once or twice...surely he could manage something.
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