Dorky Sylar for [livejournal.com profile] fortunatetattoo

thewatchmaker: (Lydia/Sylar)
There’s someone in the bed next to me. The sheets smell like sweat and something weird, like that witchcraft shop that went out of business near Gabriel’s shop. Incense, it’s called incense, or it could be perfume.

I need to pee, but I can’t move. She’s got her arm across my chest, and the bed is too small. She’s got tattoos all over her body, and I feel my face turn red. I drank so much wine.

“You need to go, don’t you?” Lydia’s husky voice breaks the silence.

“A lot.” My voice cracks as I scramble over her. “Sorry.”

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