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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar, Gabriel and Candice
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 574
Rating: G - no swearing, no death, no violence
Notes: Verse -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rp_shadesofgray This is the only week I missed on scifi_muses Vol1.Week20. Better late than never. I lied. I missed vol1.week28 too. One more to fic to write.
Prompt: Christmas Tree Picturescifi_muses
Yes I admit it. I’m a Disney fan. So as I watch Candice and Gabriel hanging their Christmas stockings over the fireplace, I can’t help but think of how grateful I am for my family. It’s little. It’s a little bit broken, since all three of us are certifiable, but I love it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The carpet is a mess. It’s my fault too. I wanted to string real popcorn for the tree. We’ve got 12 foot ceilings in the penthouse, so it’s going to take a hell of a lot of popcorn. If I hadn’t split Claire’s skull open, each kernel would be blood stained too because I keep poking my finger with the needle. Broken bits of popcorn are all over the place, caught in my clothes, Daisy is licking them up whenever she can. Thank god for Candice’s dog, or it would look like a blizzard.
Now I know why mom would never let me do this. It’s too messy, and it’s going to take a year to make enough.
“You doing ok there, Yakko?” Candice asks before dropping onto the arm of my chair, and stealing a handful of the popcorn. “Spew it’s plain. No wonder Daisy’s the only one eating it.”
“It’s not for eating, Dot.” I poke her with the needle, just a little bit, not hard enough to draw blood. Although with the three of us a little bloodletting just leads to more fun and games that aren’t exactly in the Christmas spirit. We three killers… is not a yuletide favorite that I’m aware of.
“You could stop, brother,” Gabriel smiles over at me. “It’s long enough for the fireplace. We can hang it with the stockings. It’ll be pretty. The tree’s too big, and I’d like to spend some time with you before New Years.”
“Don’t tempt me to stop time to finish.” I arch as eyebrow at him, and he laughs because it wouldn’t work on him anyway. “I wanted it to be special for us. It’s our first Christmas together.”
“That’s why it’s already special.” He uses his telekinesis to snatch the popcorn strings that are done from me and drapes them over the fireplace. “See it’s beautiful. Let Daisy finish cleaning up, and we can go out. I want some pie, and we can go Christmas caroling. We never got to do that either growing up.”
“Please, Mr. Sylar!” Candice turns herself into the image of a starving waif. “Please let us have some pie! No more toiling in the popcorn mines! Let us feel the snow on our wee little faces!”
“Yes, you are a cruel task master!” Gabriel joins her creating his own demented illusion.
“Are you supposed to be Tiny Tim from the Muppet version or Disney, Gabe?” I tease sending the leftover popcorn into the kitchen and dusting off my clothes.
“Always a critique, Sylar. I’m making this up as we go along too. Now hurry up, get your coat or Candice and I are going with out you.”
They’re conspiring. They’ve got their heads together while I get my coat on and wrap a scarf around my neck. They’re already bundled up and practically bouncing. I know what they’re going to do already. I can feel the snow melting down the inside of my coat. I could stop them, but where would the fun be in that? Besides payback’s so much more fun.
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 574
Rating: G - no swearing, no death, no violence
Notes: Verse -
rp_shadesofgray scifi_muses Vol1.Week20. Better late than never. Prompt: Christmas Tree Picture
scifi_musesYes I admit it. I’m a Disney fan. So as I watch Candice and Gabriel hanging their Christmas stockings over the fireplace, I can’t help but think of how grateful I am for my family. It’s little. It’s a little bit broken, since all three of us are certifiable, but I love it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The carpet is a mess. It’s my fault too. I wanted to string real popcorn for the tree. We’ve got 12 foot ceilings in the penthouse, so it’s going to take a hell of a lot of popcorn. If I hadn’t split Claire’s skull open, each kernel would be blood stained too because I keep poking my finger with the needle. Broken bits of popcorn are all over the place, caught in my clothes, Daisy is licking them up whenever she can. Thank god for Candice’s dog, or it would look like a blizzard.
Now I know why mom would never let me do this. It’s too messy, and it’s going to take a year to make enough.
“You doing ok there, Yakko?” Candice asks before dropping onto the arm of my chair, and stealing a handful of the popcorn. “Spew it’s plain. No wonder Daisy’s the only one eating it.”
“It’s not for eating, Dot.” I poke her with the needle, just a little bit, not hard enough to draw blood. Although with the three of us a little bloodletting just leads to more fun and games that aren’t exactly in the Christmas spirit. We three killers… is not a yuletide favorite that I’m aware of.
“You could stop, brother,” Gabriel smiles over at me. “It’s long enough for the fireplace. We can hang it with the stockings. It’ll be pretty. The tree’s too big, and I’d like to spend some time with you before New Years.”
“Don’t tempt me to stop time to finish.” I arch as eyebrow at him, and he laughs because it wouldn’t work on him anyway. “I wanted it to be special for us. It’s our first Christmas together.”
“That’s why it’s already special.” He uses his telekinesis to snatch the popcorn strings that are done from me and drapes them over the fireplace. “See it’s beautiful. Let Daisy finish cleaning up, and we can go out. I want some pie, and we can go Christmas caroling. We never got to do that either growing up.”
“Please, Mr. Sylar!” Candice turns herself into the image of a starving waif. “Please let us have some pie! No more toiling in the popcorn mines! Let us feel the snow on our wee little faces!”
“Yes, you are a cruel task master!” Gabriel joins her creating his own demented illusion.
“Are you supposed to be Tiny Tim from the Muppet version or Disney, Gabe?” I tease sending the leftover popcorn into the kitchen and dusting off my clothes.
“Always a critique, Sylar. I’m making this up as we go along too. Now hurry up, get your coat or Candice and I are going with out you.”
They’re conspiring. They’ve got their heads together while I get my coat on and wrap a scarf around my neck. They’re already bundled up and practically bouncing. I know what they’re going to do already. I can feel the snow melting down the inside of my coat. I could stop them, but where would the fun be in that? Besides payback’s so much more fun.
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