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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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.

Can't get me to back down so easily. That's why you did all this, to be someone.

That's why I did it all too. That's all I'm sayin'.

Oh.

[That actually gets Sylar to stop rolling around in his pit of ~woe is me~ for a minute.]

And we see how well that turned out for the two of us.

[Nevermind. He's back.]

We can still be.. something. Just not the same something's we thought we would be. [He looks down into his blood. Trying to cheer Sylar up is, bringing him down.]

I appreciate what you're doing here, Spike. I really do. But I think it's too early to talk about this.

[Spike nods, going to rinse his mug.] More eggos? Or I could make real waffles this time around.

[He puts his elbows on the table and rests his head against his palm, watching Spike make his way around the kitchen.] Can you make waffles?

Yeah, course I can. I'm a vampire, not a moron.

You're the one who made the eggos first.

'Cause they were fast, like I said. That and I didn't think you'd whine so much. [He's already getting out the bisquick, sit the fuck down.]

Either you were whining, or I'm not making you waffles. Which is it?

[Sylar opts to not admit he was whining and just stare at Spike with a sour expression like he's five years old.]

[Spike just grins, turning around to commence waffle-making.]

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