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yllektraTitle: The Fire That Melts The Glass
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force_oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Eden /Sylar
Word Count: In Progress, this part:715
Summary: When Sylar was kept in the Company, Eden kept visiting him, drawn to him as if her were a drug she couldnt resist.
Author's Notes:This was written out of boredom, headache and pure painkiller stupor! lol
Sorry,it's unbetaed...It's late, I was sleepy so please excuse any crappiness and mistakes! =D
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eden_sylar, heroes_sylar, heroes_fic, rare_heroes
The Fire That Melts The Glass - Part 1 - Eden POV
She can feel his eyes on her, even if he is not there.
Even when she is not close to him.
His black, bottomless eyes follow her everywhere and for a minute she wonders if she is really the captivee and not one of the captors.
It feels like he has reversed their parts with one look.
Was one look all it took to break down her defenses and seep inside her though the fractures of her facade?
She shivers despite the garment of her black dress.
She feels unsteady on her high heels. This is an exception.
Tonight is an exception.
Usually she wears trainers, no heels, no instability.
Just running shoes because even though she is told she is safe, she rarely ever feels secure.
Not with him there.
Not without him there...
And all she wants to do is run. Because that is what she knows best. Running.
Hit and run. Take whatever she can and run. And keep running till she gets 'there', wherever that is.
Usually, it’s just another obscure place where no one can possibly know who she is or what she can do.
And among people who know nothing about her, is as safe as it could possibly get.
It was true, she felt safe among strangers.
It was strangely amusing and she smiled at the irony of this.
We usually feel safe among people we know.
But not her.
Not Eden McCain, not Sarah Ellis, whoever she was at this point...
Instead, she felt secure inside this company, inside the four walls of her cell.
Where everyone knew her, but no one really knew her.
Not for who she was.
Not the things she kept inside. Locked inside a part of her she alone had access.
But this company, this facility...It was all she knew and nothing moved her world.
Not anymore.
She wanted to be firm, unwavering, confident because till now she only faked it.
She only pretended she had her mind set.
She only pretended that she was strong.
She only pretended she was the model employee.
It was easy to follow orders when you could not make up your own mind...
With her persuasion she could make anyone believe anything she wanted, do anything she wanted.
It gave her a sense of control, deceptive, superficial but still anything was better than the confusion, the cold, gripping fear she kept feeling.
It was ironic she could not use persuassion on herself. But it didn’t work on herself.
She could make everyone believe in anything, just not herself…not in herself.
And so she stayed there, knowing things she wished she didn’t, pretending it didn’t break her heart in the process, that it didn’t put her mind at unrest.
Pretending she could sleep through the night without her ghosts keeping her company, familiar yet menacing…
And when she "persuaded", when she dictated someone’s thoughts and feelings, it was the only moment she felt in control, make-believing that maybe there was someone out there who could and would persuade her.
Who would see through her act and know what she's longing for...
Make her believe that everything’s okay, that she shouldn’t worry, she shouldn’t run anymore unless it is towards him.
When she got in his room, her eyes falling on his body, through the glass wall separating them, she didn’t know what to expect.
He wasn’t just daunting, he was the embodiment of danger and still she couldn’t look away, just like the other times.
As if she were a butterfly caught in a paralyzing, narcotic web, heavy and drowsy...
As if she had no wings at all, nothing to help her get away, escape...
Still she couldn’t look away, just like a butterfly close to a flame.
Impervious to the danger, seemingly unaffected until the flames devour everything.
Close to a flame.
So close it burns but doesn’t shallow, doesn’t devour.
So there they were, him the fire behind a glass wall and her the butterfly that couldn’t resist its addictive flame.
Its color, its heat staying with her always, obscuring her senses, drowning them.
No feeling, no color other than him…
And knowing in her heart, that one of these days his fire would be the fire that melts the glass...
Breaking free....
Breaking the world to its knees but not before he owns her body and soul...
End of part one
On To Part Two - Click
Author:
force_obliqueRating: G, possibly AU
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Eden /Sylar
Word Count: In Progress, this part:715
Summary: When Sylar was kept in the Company, Eden kept visiting him, drawn to him as if her were a drug she couldnt resist.
Author's Notes:This was written out of boredom, headache and pure painkiller stupor! lol
Sorry,it's unbetaed...It's late, I was sleepy so please excuse any crappiness and mistakes! =D
Crossposted: At
eden_sylar, heroes_sylar, heroes_fic, rare_heroesThe Fire That Melts The Glass - Part 1 - Eden POV
She can feel his eyes on her, even if he is not there.
Even when she is not close to him.
His black, bottomless eyes follow her everywhere and for a minute she wonders if she is really the captivee and not one of the captors.
It feels like he has reversed their parts with one look.
Was one look all it took to break down her defenses and seep inside her though the fractures of her facade?
She shivers despite the garment of her black dress.
She feels unsteady on her high heels. This is an exception.
Tonight is an exception.
Usually she wears trainers, no heels, no instability.
Just running shoes because even though she is told she is safe, she rarely ever feels secure.
Not with him there.
Not without him there...
And all she wants to do is run. Because that is what she knows best. Running.
Hit and run. Take whatever she can and run. And keep running till she gets 'there', wherever that is.
Usually, it’s just another obscure place where no one can possibly know who she is or what she can do.
And among people who know nothing about her, is as safe as it could possibly get.
It was true, she felt safe among strangers.
It was strangely amusing and she smiled at the irony of this.
We usually feel safe among people we know.
But not her.
Not Eden McCain, not Sarah Ellis, whoever she was at this point...
Instead, she felt secure inside this company, inside the four walls of her cell.
Where everyone knew her, but no one really knew her.
Not for who she was.
Not the things she kept inside. Locked inside a part of her she alone had access.
But this company, this facility...It was all she knew and nothing moved her world.
Not anymore.
She wanted to be firm, unwavering, confident because till now she only faked it.
She only pretended she had her mind set.
She only pretended that she was strong.
She only pretended she was the model employee.
It was easy to follow orders when you could not make up your own mind...
With her persuasion she could make anyone believe anything she wanted, do anything she wanted.
It gave her a sense of control, deceptive, superficial but still anything was better than the confusion, the cold, gripping fear she kept feeling.
It was ironic she could not use persuassion on herself. But it didn’t work on herself.
She could make everyone believe in anything, just not herself…not in herself.
And so she stayed there, knowing things she wished she didn’t, pretending it didn’t break her heart in the process, that it didn’t put her mind at unrest.
Pretending she could sleep through the night without her ghosts keeping her company, familiar yet menacing…
And when she "persuaded", when she dictated someone’s thoughts and feelings, it was the only moment she felt in control, make-believing that maybe there was someone out there who could and would persuade her.
Who would see through her act and know what she's longing for...
Make her believe that everything’s okay, that she shouldn’t worry, she shouldn’t run anymore unless it is towards him.
When she got in his room, her eyes falling on his body, through the glass wall separating them, she didn’t know what to expect.
He wasn’t just daunting, he was the embodiment of danger and still she couldn’t look away, just like the other times.
As if she were a butterfly caught in a paralyzing, narcotic web, heavy and drowsy...
As if she had no wings at all, nothing to help her get away, escape...
Still she couldn’t look away, just like a butterfly close to a flame.
Impervious to the danger, seemingly unaffected until the flames devour everything.
Close to a flame.
So close it burns but doesn’t shallow, doesn’t devour.
So there they were, him the fire behind a glass wall and her the butterfly that couldn’t resist its addictive flame.
Its color, its heat staying with her always, obscuring her senses, drowning them.
No feeling, no color other than him…
And knowing in her heart, that one of these days his fire would be the fire that melts the glass...
Breaking free....
Breaking the world to its knees but not before he owns her body and soul...
End of part one
On To Part Two - Click
