Murderous!Peter for Sylar

Every single day he came here and nothing ever happened. The wall would look exactly the same no matter how hard he hit. Peter ran his fingers over the bricks but couldn’t even feel a chip dislodged. Frustrated and furious, Peter pounded on the wall with his bare fists. The pain was almost welcome; it told him he was still alive in this madness.

( He came back to his apartment with his knuckles bleeding )

Kisses featuring Nathan

( Forehead )

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( Nose )

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( Cheek )

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( Lips )