Old muse, taking her out again! Reserved @ outer_divide

[breakablegirl]

Seriously? You finally decide to pull me out of your headspace after all this time? How long has it actually been since you really let me out? Years? If you're really serious about this, you should do us both a favor and watch the show again. It's like you barely know me anymore.

One more thing, are you actually going to send me there? First it was that island forever ago, then very, very briefly some Stephen King world, and now this?

Can't you just send me somewhere where there's people I know already?

...

I said people, not him.

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[watchmade]

Not who?

[breakablegirl]

[Yeeeeah she totally meant him.] Is there a reason you think we're on speaking terms?

..Don't answer that. What do you want, Sylar?

[watchmade]

[ Damn his timing is good. And aw, he's flattered that Claire was thinking about him. Makes a guy feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. ]

Can't I just drop by for a friendly visit?

[breakablegirl]

[SHE HATE YOU SO MUCH SYLAR. LOOK AT THE HATE IN HER EYES. ..Though it's kind of less than it used to be with the seething rage and more with the confusion/avoidance these days. :|]

No! Your last "friendly visit" left me with a dorm room full of shattered glass and an extremely confused roommate. [Among other things. Not even going to admit how much his visit got to her.]

[watchmade]

And whose fault was that? I just came by for a chat and you wouldn't even give me the time of day. That hurts, Claire. Right here. [ He taps two fingers over his heart, grinning wolfishly at her.

And eh, he's not really expecting the world to throw open their arms for him, or even to stop trying to have him put down like an animal in the near future. Nah, he's fine letting them spin in their wheels and taking things as they come. The important thing is he's someone he can live with now. ]

Besides, your girlfriend was fine. Which-- I had no idea you swung that way. How's that working out?

[breakablegirl]

[Epic eyeroll. The kind only Sylar can get out of her.

...And then he says that. She stiffens.]

I am not talking about that with you. Something tells me you wouldn't get it. Call it a hunch. [YEAH THAT'S RIGHT SYLAR. YOU'RE ALONE AND SHE ISN'T SO HA.] So how's that humanity thing working for you? Find your soul yet? [All the bitterness. But she's actually curious.]

[watchmade]

Trying to get me to admit I don't have one? Jury's still out, sorry. But I can give you a call once all the votes are locked in if you'd like.

[ Which would be Sylar's way of saying he really has no idea, nor does he begin to know how to measure that kind of thing. It's not as though anyone's really made an actual, non-manipulative attempt to show him. Goddamn Petrellis.

...except Peter, he can stay. ]

Anyway, what's all this about islands and bad horror authors? Is that a college thing?

[breakablegirl]

Don't bother. [Her heart isn't all the way in that one. But she's still being as difficult and defiant as ever. Cause she's Claire. And a Bennet. And a Petrelli.

Why is she even talking to him. Sylar why are you so confusing to her.] No. It's not a college thing. Those are places I've been.. Sent before. And by sent I mean forced.

[ALL THE HESITANCE.] ..You were there, on the island.

[watchmade]

Well I was on an island before. [ With Elle. That didn't end so well. ] But I think I'd remember if I was on one with you, darling.

[breakablegirl]

[Have a short lived shocked look that quickly turns to disgust, then back to her trademark steady glare.]

Darling? Do you even listen to yourself when you talk?

I meant another you.