JustPrompt: The Same Place
Jun. 23rd, 2009 07:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetastic“How did it come to this?”
The two men were seated together at the table, each with their hands wrapped around a hot mug of tea. When Peter posed the question he turned expectantly to his companion hoping for a response. The other knitted his eyebrows together in thought as he pondered.
“What do you mean?” he asked finally, lifting the mug to take a slow sip of the hot liquid.
“This.” Peter gestured to the surrounding air. “Everything that’s happened. I mean…” He let out a frustrated sigh, staring down at his tea mug. “Things were going well, weren’t they?”
“I suppose that depends on your definition,” the other responded quietly.
“You thought so too,” Peter insisted. “You seemed a lot happier.”
“Well… yes.” The man shrugged a bit and took another sip of tea. Peter mimicked the gesture to make up for the silence that followed.
“Sylar…” He spoke the man’s name to get his attention. The dark eyes flickered up to Peter’s face. “You know how you’re always saying that we’re alike? Two sides of the same coin?”
“Yes.” Sylar waited, his gaze still fixed on the younger man.
“Having so much in common, why did we take such different paths? Why are you where you are and I’m where I am? Why did this happen to us?”
“Different circumstances,” Sylar responded.
“Maybe,” Peter agreed. There was that brief time when his and Sylar’s roles reversed—when Peter was the killer and Sylar the protector. “But we ended up in the same place.”
“We started out the same,” Sylar reminded him, a faint smirk ghosting his lips.
“Yeah.” Peter sighed again, letting his leg swing idly through the air. “I just didn’t think it would turn out like this. It felt different this time, you know?” Sylar nodded his silent agreement. “It isn’t really so much to ask for some happiness. For just one moment, to live a relatively normal life. To be in love and to be loved in return. To have someone actually stay with you.”
Sylar said nothing. He remembered asking Claire once how to make love stay. It never seemed to work out well for either him or Peter. No matter what they did, it would slip through the cracks and disappear. They ended up in the same place: alone, after losing something they believed they could finally call their own.
“But it never happens,” Peter continued, drawing Sylar out of his thoughts. “I wanted it so much…”
“But since when do people like us get what we want?” Sylar finished Peter’s thought, and the two lifted their mugs in a silent toast to everything they could never have.
The two men were seated together at the table, each with their hands wrapped around a hot mug of tea. When Peter posed the question he turned expectantly to his companion hoping for a response. The other knitted his eyebrows together in thought as he pondered.
“What do you mean?” he asked finally, lifting the mug to take a slow sip of the hot liquid.
“This.” Peter gestured to the surrounding air. “Everything that’s happened. I mean…” He let out a frustrated sigh, staring down at his tea mug. “Things were going well, weren’t they?”
“I suppose that depends on your definition,” the other responded quietly.
“You thought so too,” Peter insisted. “You seemed a lot happier.”
“Well… yes.” The man shrugged a bit and took another sip of tea. Peter mimicked the gesture to make up for the silence that followed.
“Sylar…” He spoke the man’s name to get his attention. The dark eyes flickered up to Peter’s face. “You know how you’re always saying that we’re alike? Two sides of the same coin?”
“Yes.” Sylar waited, his gaze still fixed on the younger man.
“Having so much in common, why did we take such different paths? Why are you where you are and I’m where I am? Why did this happen to us?”
“Different circumstances,” Sylar responded.
“Maybe,” Peter agreed. There was that brief time when his and Sylar’s roles reversed—when Peter was the killer and Sylar the protector. “But we ended up in the same place.”
“We started out the same,” Sylar reminded him, a faint smirk ghosting his lips.
“Yeah.” Peter sighed again, letting his leg swing idly through the air. “I just didn’t think it would turn out like this. It felt different this time, you know?” Sylar nodded his silent agreement. “It isn’t really so much to ask for some happiness. For just one moment, to live a relatively normal life. To be in love and to be loved in return. To have someone actually stay with you.”
Sylar said nothing. He remembered asking Claire once how to make love stay. It never seemed to work out well for either him or Peter. No matter what they did, it would slip through the cracks and disappear. They ended up in the same place: alone, after losing something they believed they could finally call their own.
“But it never happens,” Peter continued, drawing Sylar out of his thoughts. “I wanted it so much…”
“But since when do people like us get what we want?” Sylar finished Peter’s thought, and the two lifted their mugs in a silent toast to everything they could never have.