everything's gotta burn to get back to its purest state;

all the best has yet to be laid to waste

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[rl] get your own bed spike >:(
here i dreamt i was an architect
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[It's 4 am. Sylar is sleeping. Because that's usually what normal people do at 4 am. He's dreaming about ice caves ... ]

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[Sylar's not even questioning it at this point. He's just going to sit down and eat his breakfast, violently stabbing at an eggo piece with his fork and shoving it in his mouth.] But it tastes better--

[Wait. What. Is he seriously putting blood in his eggos ... eggos in his blood ...... ]

Spike, that's disgusting.

Is not. Gives it texture. Do you have any idea how bloody boring it gets eating the same thing day in and out?

I guess. My mom used to make me tuna sandwiches every day.

That's a rough break. [If that's all you have to say about that, Sylar, he's going to keep eating his bloody eggo. Mm-mm good.]

I thought it was. [he shrugs and goes back to mauling his eggos. Finally, his curiosity overtakes him: ] how does it taste, anyway? The blood.

[He lifts an eyebrow, leaning back a bit as he addresses Sylar carefully.]

Blood tastes like life, mate. Simple as that. Human blood is much sharper, stronger-- but it's all life, all the same.

Always kinda tasted like pennies to me.

[between his mouthfuls of eggo he takes the time to notice the dead rabbit sitting on top of the microwave. he gestures to it with his fork and asks:]

Did you put that there?

[He's a little offended by the pennies remark, but as he opens his mouth to defend his blood and its delicious refreshing qualities, he catches the dead beady eyes of Sylar's rabbit--]

Wh-- No. Why would I put that there. It's your creepy souvenir. [he shrugs] Maybe Brian put it there. [Not that he believes himself...]

I don't know! I didn't put it there. [His eyes wander up toward the ceiling, where Brian is presumably sleeping upstairs. Why the fuck would he move Sylar's creepy taxidermied rabbit? It was like the most pointless thing on earth. ... HEY WAIT.]

It's not creepy! It's the only thing I ever did with my real dad. Not that I even like him. It just. It's sentimental to me. Can you even understand that? What that means?

No, Sylar, that's not- If you didn't move it, and I didn't move it, and the wanker upstairs didn't move it. What? What's that mean?

[blank, deadpan stare] I guess it must have moved itself.

It's a dead stuffed rabbit. No. Something's going on here. And I don't like the smell of it.

I hope you mean the metaphorical smell. Nothing's wrong with the way my rabbit smells.

[Yeah, he's ridiculously overprotective of the rabbit. Sue him. Now it's time to go Mortal Kombat on these eggos and perform a fatality move.]

Your rabbit smells fine. I mean with this place.

Don't think it's so normal as Brandon seems to think. For one thing, this sun burns me. Means there are vamps here.

You mean there are places where the sun doesn't burn you?

[Look, Sylar doesn't care enough about Spike's hard vampire life to know this shit.]

Edited at 2011-03-14 02:46 am (UTC)

[He nods, happy to enlighten Sylar okay.]

Each world has its own rules.

Sounds exciting. [He actually takes a minute to consider this.] I wonder if there are worlds where my powers work differently. Where I'm something different. Someone different.

[Spike nods thoughtfully.] Probably.

[WOW WHAT AN ANTICLIMACTIC WAY TO RESPOND TO SYLAR'S PHILOSOPHICAL QUANDARIES. The stare Sylar is giving Spike is enough to express how extremely displeased he is.]

..Who do you think you would be, without... you know. All this.

Before I was a vampire, I was a poet. Bloody awful one, at that.

At least that's something. I was never much of anything. I restored time pieces, and it was good at it, but ... I hated it, you know? I hated everything. I was so miserable until all this happened to me. As bad as things became, I don't think I could go back to that. I'd die first.

Then it's a good thing we landed here, huh? [something about the way Sylar said that, didn't sit right with him, and it feels really gay to say this. but it's also right, so what the hell.]

Sylar, you could never.. not be anythin'. Might feel that way, but it's not true.

[Sylar is not comfortable with the direction this conversation is headed in. At all.] You can't say that. You didn't know me before.

No, I didn't. But I know you now, and that's enough for me.

But me now is different from me then. That's what I'm trying to say. [Now he's getting huffy.] But it doesn't matter. So let's not talk about it.

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