7sprompt: Moving forward
May. 10th, 2010 06:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticLook, either you want me or you don't. Which is it?
Really, he did not want to do this. Why couldn’t things be just the way they were? They were doing just fine. They lived together for five years. There was no reason for their relationship to change just because they were in the real world now.
Of course, Peter knew better than to actually believe that. Those five years couldn’t be forgotten; he felt the bond between him and Sylar just as strongly now as he did in that place. He couldn’t ignore that any more than he could ignore the closeness they shared.
He knew all that and yet he stalled. The problem was he didn’t know what he wanted.
Peter came home that evening from his shift and saw Sylar in a chair sipping coffee. He made it look like he hadn’t been waiting for Peter but the empath knew better: he saw the dinner plates laid out and the food steaming on the stove. They sat down together, exchanging a few words while they ate. Verbal communication was rarely necessary for them but they liked doing it anyway.
Then they retired to the couch and turned on the radio. It was a similar routine to the one they’d been following ever since they left that place. Peter had his shoulder nudged up against Sylar’s and didn’t find anything strange about it. They could sit there in comfortable silence and be perfectly happy.
Peter took in a deep breath, catching the familiar scent of Sylar’s aftershave. He smiled a little to himself. Glancing up he noticed some stray hairs were drooping in the man’s eyes. Peter’s grin grew wider as he reached up to push it out of the way. Sylar turned to look at him. Sylar’s gaze always made Peter feel like he was being picked apart and analyzed.
“Well?” Sylar questioned him, raising an eyebrow. Peter swallowed nervously. He knew this man so well, much better than he knew anyone-- even members of his own family. Peter didn’t want to lose that.
Sylar feared being alone. It turned out that was just one of the many things the two men had in common.
Things couldn’t be stagnant any longer. Peter shifted, his fingers pushing slowly through Sylar’s hair. Peter drew closer and their mouths connected.
Really, he did not want to do this. Why couldn’t things be just the way they were? They were doing just fine. They lived together for five years. There was no reason for their relationship to change just because they were in the real world now.
Of course, Peter knew better than to actually believe that. Those five years couldn’t be forgotten; he felt the bond between him and Sylar just as strongly now as he did in that place. He couldn’t ignore that any more than he could ignore the closeness they shared.
He knew all that and yet he stalled. The problem was he didn’t know what he wanted.
Peter came home that evening from his shift and saw Sylar in a chair sipping coffee. He made it look like he hadn’t been waiting for Peter but the empath knew better: he saw the dinner plates laid out and the food steaming on the stove. They sat down together, exchanging a few words while they ate. Verbal communication was rarely necessary for them but they liked doing it anyway.
Then they retired to the couch and turned on the radio. It was a similar routine to the one they’d been following ever since they left that place. Peter had his shoulder nudged up against Sylar’s and didn’t find anything strange about it. They could sit there in comfortable silence and be perfectly happy.
Peter took in a deep breath, catching the familiar scent of Sylar’s aftershave. He smiled a little to himself. Glancing up he noticed some stray hairs were drooping in the man’s eyes. Peter’s grin grew wider as he reached up to push it out of the way. Sylar turned to look at him. Sylar’s gaze always made Peter feel like he was being picked apart and analyzed.
“Well?” Sylar questioned him, raising an eyebrow. Peter swallowed nervously. He knew this man so well, much better than he knew anyone-- even members of his own family. Peter didn’t want to lose that.
Sylar feared being alone. It turned out that was just one of the many things the two men had in common.
Things couldn’t be stagnant any longer. Peter shifted, his fingers pushing slowly through Sylar’s hair. Peter drew closer and their mouths connected.