[just a little lie] pick up ice cream after the ability
[takes place after this]
Sylar: [brings Elle ice cream. what? she asked! ... that is all]
Elle: [grins and takes it from him, with a kiss] Did you have fun?
Sylar: [kisses her back] You have no idea. [is going to sit here and suppress her power and eat his ice cream and pretend he's not doing anything]
Elle: [well, she feels that, because she hums naturally, so she smirks over the spoon in her mouth] Trouble maker. [yes, she's talking with her mouth full]
Sylar: [perfectly innocent! shh!] Hm?
Elle: I can feel the lack. It's... odd. [tilts her head, taking another spoonful]
Sylar: [hums, amused, and lets her have her power back] Yeah, it is.
Elle: [swallows the bite, moving over toward him, settling onto his lap] Neat trick.
Sylar: [shifts a bit so he can put his arm around her and still eat his ice cream] It's useful. [and God, he wanted to mindrape Bennet earlier, but he restrained himself]
Sylar: [could have just taken every memory he ever had and left him blank]
Elle: [leans against him, eating her ice cream, kinda wanting some pretzels too] I bet.
Sylar: [after a moment] I saw Bennet today.
Elle: [shifts, looking at him] Oh? How is Noah?
Sylar: In one piece. [unfortunately] Upset that his friend needs to go home to Haiti for awhile, I think.
Elle: [pouts] Poor Noah, all his friends leave him.
Sylar: I wonder why that is.
Elle: [eats more ice cream] Probably because he's kinda boring.
Sylar: Or because I keep killing them. [or driving them off, like he did with Sandra]
Elle: [smirks amused] Good point.
Sylar: [takes another bite of ice cream, looking immensely pleased with himself]
Elle: [continues to eat her ice cream as well]
Sylar: [watches her in between bites, wondering how she's doing. really needs to get a book on pregnancy or kill someone like Lydia or something]
Elle: [she's doing fine, really glad for the ice cream]
Sylar: [is going to be weirded out if she starts asking for, like, peanut butter and pickle sandwiches or something]
Elle: [nope. though she's still wanting pretzels or something salty with the ice cream]
Sylar: [that's less weird] So. What now? [that he killed the Haitian and all]
Elle: [shifts against him a bit, resting her head to his shoulder] We could just take a break, see what happens... who comes into our path.
Sylar: [sets his bowl aside, telekinetically, a bit bored with the soupy remains of it, and pulls her close in earnest] Works for me. [though God only knows how long it'll be before he gets restless]
Elle: [she's finished hers as well, setting it down before he pulls her closer, settling in against him] Your new ability will help keep our secret, too.
Sylar: Yep. Someone finds out, I just wipe their memory. [plus he won't have to worry about the Haitian randomly showing up and ruining his disguise]
Elle: Exactly.
Sylar: [still seriously tempted to go memory rape Bennet, but he won't. not until he can figure out a way to do it without making it seem obvious what happened. lets his mind wander away from that a bit, and after a moment] ... you know, I got to kill him with a paperweight.
Elle: [chuckles] A paperweight? Interesting.
Sylar: [shrugs] Not the first time I've done it.
Elle: [smirks] It's a reliable weight.
Sylar: Yep. More fun, too. [you actually get to feel it when you kill someone when you're using a paperweight]
Elle: [hums in thought] Also true.
Sylar: [idly slips a hand up into her hair]
Elle: [leans into his touch] It's heart is going to start beating soon. Even though it's that small.
Sylar: [moves his hand from her hair to her stomach] Kind of a shame I won't be able to hear it. [seriously. out of all his abilities, he misses his hearing the most]
Elle: [exhales] It's probably just a tiny flutter now, nothing to hear just yet.
Sylar: Still.
Elle: [nods] We'll figure it out.
Sylar: [shifts a bit, brushing a kiss over her hair]
Elle: [shuts her eyes at the gesture, humming content]
Sylar: [and this is another one of those moments where he'd probably tell her he loved her if they were those kind of people. instead, however, he just echoes the hum]
Elle: [they really aren't ever going to be that sort of a couple, possibly passing terms of endearment back and forth via their child at some point, but never to each other]
Sylar: [is totally fine with that, honestly. mostly because he knows that if she didn't love him, she wouldn't be knocked up with his kid]
Elle: [shifts a bit, slouching a bit more against him, her posture horrible, but not really caring as she pretty much just lounges on him]
Sylar: [wraps both arms around her, holding her against him] Tired? [has at least picked up on the fact that pregnant women are often sleepy]
Elle: [shrugs] More... comfortable.
Sylar: Fair enough. [shrugs a bit, himself]
Elle: [shifts her leg over to the other side of his legs, fitting more against his lap so she's not too much on one side of him, leaning against his torso]
Sylar: [and another shift, this time so he can press a kiss to her temple]
Elle: [smirks, humming pleased, settling on his lap quite easily, opting to just rest here and finish eating her ice cream]
Sylar: [brings Elle ice cream. what? she asked! ... that is all]
Elle: [grins and takes it from him, with a kiss] Did you have fun?
Sylar: [kisses her back] You have no idea. [is going to sit here and suppress her power and eat his ice cream and pretend he's not doing anything]
Elle: [well, she feels that, because she hums naturally, so she smirks over the spoon in her mouth] Trouble maker. [yes, she's talking with her mouth full]
Sylar: [perfectly innocent! shh!] Hm?
Elle: I can feel the lack. It's... odd. [tilts her head, taking another spoonful]
Sylar: [hums, amused, and lets her have her power back] Yeah, it is.
Elle: [swallows the bite, moving over toward him, settling onto his lap] Neat trick.
Sylar: [shifts a bit so he can put his arm around her and still eat his ice cream] It's useful. [and God, he wanted to mindrape Bennet earlier, but he restrained himself]
Sylar: [could have just taken every memory he ever had and left him blank]
Elle: [leans against him, eating her ice cream, kinda wanting some pretzels too] I bet.
Sylar: [after a moment] I saw Bennet today.
Elle: [shifts, looking at him] Oh? How is Noah?
Sylar: In one piece. [unfortunately] Upset that his friend needs to go home to Haiti for awhile, I think.
Elle: [pouts] Poor Noah, all his friends leave him.
Sylar: I wonder why that is.
Elle: [eats more ice cream] Probably because he's kinda boring.
Sylar: Or because I keep killing them. [or driving them off, like he did with Sandra]
Elle: [smirks amused] Good point.
Sylar: [takes another bite of ice cream, looking immensely pleased with himself]
Elle: [continues to eat her ice cream as well]
Sylar: [watches her in between bites, wondering how she's doing. really needs to get a book on pregnancy or kill someone like Lydia or something]
Elle: [she's doing fine, really glad for the ice cream]
Sylar: [is going to be weirded out if she starts asking for, like, peanut butter and pickle sandwiches or something]
Elle: [nope. though she's still wanting pretzels or something salty with the ice cream]
Sylar: [that's less weird] So. What now? [that he killed the Haitian and all]
Elle: [shifts against him a bit, resting her head to his shoulder] We could just take a break, see what happens... who comes into our path.
Sylar: [sets his bowl aside, telekinetically, a bit bored with the soupy remains of it, and pulls her close in earnest] Works for me. [though God only knows how long it'll be before he gets restless]
Elle: [she's finished hers as well, setting it down before he pulls her closer, settling in against him] Your new ability will help keep our secret, too.
Sylar: Yep. Someone finds out, I just wipe their memory. [plus he won't have to worry about the Haitian randomly showing up and ruining his disguise]
Elle: Exactly.
Sylar: [still seriously tempted to go memory rape Bennet, but he won't. not until he can figure out a way to do it without making it seem obvious what happened. lets his mind wander away from that a bit, and after a moment] ... you know, I got to kill him with a paperweight.
Elle: [chuckles] A paperweight? Interesting.
Sylar: [shrugs] Not the first time I've done it.
Elle: [smirks] It's a reliable weight.
Sylar: Yep. More fun, too. [you actually get to feel it when you kill someone when you're using a paperweight]
Elle: [hums in thought] Also true.
Sylar: [idly slips a hand up into her hair]
Elle: [leans into his touch] It's heart is going to start beating soon. Even though it's that small.
Sylar: [moves his hand from her hair to her stomach] Kind of a shame I won't be able to hear it. [seriously. out of all his abilities, he misses his hearing the most]
Elle: [exhales] It's probably just a tiny flutter now, nothing to hear just yet.
Sylar: Still.
Elle: [nods] We'll figure it out.
Sylar: [shifts a bit, brushing a kiss over her hair]
Elle: [shuts her eyes at the gesture, humming content]
Sylar: [and this is another one of those moments where he'd probably tell her he loved her if they were those kind of people. instead, however, he just echoes the hum]
Elle: [they really aren't ever going to be that sort of a couple, possibly passing terms of endearment back and forth via their child at some point, but never to each other]
Sylar: [is totally fine with that, honestly. mostly because he knows that if she didn't love him, she wouldn't be knocked up with his kid]
Elle: [shifts a bit, slouching a bit more against him, her posture horrible, but not really caring as she pretty much just lounges on him]
Sylar: [wraps both arms around her, holding her against him] Tired? [has at least picked up on the fact that pregnant women are often sleepy]
Elle: [shrugs] More... comfortable.
Sylar: Fair enough. [shrugs a bit, himself]
Elle: [shifts her leg over to the other side of his legs, fitting more against his lap so she's not too much on one side of him, leaning against his torso]
Sylar: [and another shift, this time so he can press a kiss to her temple]
Elle: [smirks, humming pleased, settling on his lap quite easily, opting to just rest here and finish eating her ice cream]