[after all this time, it hadn't even once occurred to kavinsky, not once, that gabriel had truly cared for sarissa in any way. it'd obviously been part of the long con, his final objective to obtain her powers. precise. calculated. the same methodical approach with which he'd broken into each of kavinsky's homes, and brought a nullifier device in the end.
for some reason, it makes kavinsky angrier. the moisture thickening sylar's eyelashes.]
Help? [his fingers dig deeper. yank the collar back and to the right, skewing sylar's head off-axis. in the same motion, kavinsky scoots off the edge of his own chair, pops neatly onto sylar's lap. thighs crosswise thighs. he's whole inches taller than sarissa, but nearly as light. not that it would matter. sarissa looks angry all of a sudden; in that warm, sanguine lovely way that sarissa does everything that a sarissa will do.
her eyes flash fire. her teeth grit. her cute little incisors are showing.]
No part of you really thought that cutting open somebody's brain is attention-seeking. Why are you crying? What makes you think you've got anything to cry about?
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for some reason, it makes kavinsky angrier. the moisture thickening sylar's eyelashes.]
Help? [his fingers dig deeper. yank the collar back and to the right, skewing sylar's head off-axis. in the same motion, kavinsky scoots off the edge of his own chair, pops neatly onto sylar's lap. thighs crosswise thighs. he's whole inches taller than sarissa, but nearly as light. not that it would matter. sarissa looks angry all of a sudden; in that warm, sanguine lovely way that sarissa does everything that a sarissa will do.
her eyes flash fire. her teeth grit. her cute little incisors are showing.]
No part of you really thought that cutting open somebody's brain is attention-seeking. Why are you crying? What makes you think you've got anything to cry about?