defy this love
A matchbook from a hotel in upstate New York. Mohinder had called him out of the blue and asked what he was doing that weekend. Sylar had been nonchalant on the phone but had smiled so wide that thought he would never stop. Whatever it was that had made Mohinder ask, Sylar didn’t care. That had been the best weekend of his life, just the two of them, alone, uninterrupted.
An unstruck match. Sylar tore it from the matchbook. “We are not a couple!” Mohinder had yelled. They had argued when Mohinder accused him of hinting to someone about their relationship. Sylar had overheard two female agents talking about Mohinder, reducing him to flesh and bone, gossiping about the handsome doctor. He didn’t think it had been a strong hint, he just couldn’t stand anyone talking about his Mohinder that way.
Mohinder had erupted, saying all those hurtful things he always said when someone got close to the truth about them. Especially when Sylar himself got close to the truth.
He looked at the match. One day he would strike it, and burn everything. Watch every memory go up in smoke and along with it his proof that Mohinder had ever been anything more than an enemy to him. He replaced the match and closed the lid on the box. One day he would strike it. But not today. Mohinder had always come back for him in the past. He could wait.
An unstruck match. Sylar tore it from the matchbook. “We are not a couple!” Mohinder had yelled. They had argued when Mohinder accused him of hinting to someone about their relationship. Sylar had overheard two female agents talking about Mohinder, reducing him to flesh and bone, gossiping about the handsome doctor. He didn’t think it had been a strong hint, he just couldn’t stand anyone talking about his Mohinder that way.
Mohinder had erupted, saying all those hurtful things he always said when someone got close to the truth about them. Especially when Sylar himself got close to the truth.
He looked at the match. One day he would strike it, and burn everything. Watch every memory go up in smoke and along with it his proof that Mohinder had ever been anything more than an enemy to him. He replaced the match and closed the lid on the box. One day he would strike it. But not today. Mohinder had always come back for him in the past. He could wait.