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[rl] get your own bed spike >:(
here i dreamt i was an architect
[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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Let's look at the statistics. How many times has Buffy -- this Buffy -- ever shot you a text asking for help?

And do you think that's about to change any time soon?

[He shoots Sylar a look, lacing his hands behind his head.] Do me a favor, eh? Don't lecture. It doesn't suit you.

[He ignores Spike's look in favor of rolling his eyes.] Wasn't lecturing. Just trying to be helpful. If you're gonna crawl into my bed at 4 am to complain about Buffy, I figure I should at least say something.

It sounds ridiculous when you say it like that. [He sounds a lot like a kicked puppy rn.]

..Can't turn my back on her. That's not a choice.

[SPIKE ;_; ]

Why do we do it? Why do we give so much of ourselves to people who never really cared in the first place? How can we not turn our backs on them when they were never facing us to begin with? [he's getting s-so emotional right now.] It's pathetic.

[It's okay bro, he's here for you ;____;]

I know, mate. I know. We stretch ourselves so thin and for what? Probably nothin'.

I'm just trying to say that you shouldn't. If you can help it.

Can't help it though, can I? Not just talking about Buffy either. The whole lot of 'em, they only know me as a vampire; the bloody enemy. So what if it makes time a little wonky? I don't care. Especially not when Jr. Slayers get worldhops to stab me in the heart. That's just plain unsportsmanshiplike.

Willow and Oz came around alright, but the rest. Even Angel.... You got me out of Hell, that's as far as I go. I'm still a champion, got no bloody choice in that. And you... me and you are heroes, mate. Or we can be again. Just gotta answer the call. [Where Sylar's getting emotional, Spike is just getting intense.]

Edited at 2011-03-12 04:12 pm (UTC)

I'm redirecting my calls to voicemail.

[What does that even mean? Sylar doesn't know. It's just words coming out of his mouth, like someone saying "it's not gonna be bacon for another hour." He rolls over to experiment with sleeping on his stomach.]

[Spike sighs. That seems to make enough sense to him even if he doesn't like the message.]

Just like that?

Yeah. I'm not a hero, okay? I'm not. I can't ... do it. I don't know how. [The last part comes out muffled as he smashes his face into the pillow.] And maybe I just need to accept that.

No one needs to accept anything. I've learned a thing or two about saving the world. Remember, I did it once, yeah? And I've been tryin' to do it again. But it's been eating me up, that I just... left, the way I did.

[He turns toward Sylar even though the other man isn't looking.] But I know I belong here now. It's.. too long a story for this early. The reason I'm here is for you. I'm supposed to help you.

[He comes up from his pillow for air just in time to ~lock eyes~ with Spike.] No one sticks with that story for very long. I kill them or they leave. Lucky for you, I bet it's gonna be the latter. No more killing and all. [groan] I'm so useless.

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