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Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 312
Rating: PG
Prompt:Aeryn Sun: She gives me a woody. Woody. It's a human saying. I've heard you say it often. When you don't trust someone or they make you nervous, they give you...
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Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.
Verse: Curiosity Kills - where Sylar is locked up powerless after the fight at Kirby Plaza, and Scully is his doctor.
Dear Scully,
You’re as close to a friend as I’ve got in this place, internet or otherwise. You’re the only person who comes to see me. You’re the only one who cared when I was dying, and you bring me books. Thank god you bring me books. I love you for that. I really do.
Sure it’s a pain in the ass to play chess with you on the other side of the glass, but I still look forward to the sound of your heels on the tiles when you visit. I miss being whole, having my abilities, but with you talking to me, I’m keeping my sanity in this dank cell.
Would you mind telling Bennet that this toilet paper has woodchips in it? Christ it’s like using sandpaper, but I should be glad they gave me a roll a week, right? For awhile there I thought I would have to get you to bring me a copy of Twilight, so I could use the pages.
I can’t wait to get out of here to meet you in the flesh, Scully. I know we touched when you took care of my wound, but I was so out of it that it didn’t matter. But I’m better now, and I want to touch your hand.
I have a little crush on you, you know.
When I’m free, I promise that I won’t hurt you or Mulder. Unless Mulder tries to hurt me first, in which case, all bets are off. I know you understand that. I can only curb my baser instincts for so long after all. Tiger, stripes…. Not changing… you get it.
I’ve finally been able to figure out the cocktail they’re giving me in my food and water to curtail my abilities. I’m working on adapting my brain to neutralize them. I’ll be seeing you soon.
Your friend,
Sylar
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1breath
The Letter Blog
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 312
Rating: PG
Prompt:Aeryn Sun: She gives me a woody. Woody. It's a human saying. I've heard you say it often. When you don't trust someone or they make you nervous, they give you...
John Crichton: Willies. She gives you the willies.
scifi_muses Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.
Verse: Curiosity Kills - where Sylar is locked up powerless after the fight at Kirby Plaza, and Scully is his doctor.
Dear Scully,
You’re as close to a friend as I’ve got in this place, internet or otherwise. You’re the only person who comes to see me. You’re the only one who cared when I was dying, and you bring me books. Thank god you bring me books. I love you for that. I really do.
Sure it’s a pain in the ass to play chess with you on the other side of the glass, but I still look forward to the sound of your heels on the tiles when you visit. I miss being whole, having my abilities, but with you talking to me, I’m keeping my sanity in this dank cell.
Would you mind telling Bennet that this toilet paper has woodchips in it? Christ it’s like using sandpaper, but I should be glad they gave me a roll a week, right? For awhile there I thought I would have to get you to bring me a copy of Twilight, so I could use the pages.
I can’t wait to get out of here to meet you in the flesh, Scully. I know we touched when you took care of my wound, but I was so out of it that it didn’t matter. But I’m better now, and I want to touch your hand.
I have a little crush on you, you know.
When I’m free, I promise that I won’t hurt you or Mulder. Unless Mulder tries to hurt me first, in which case, all bets are off. I know you understand that. I can only curb my baser instincts for so long after all. Tiger, stripes…. Not changing… you get it.
I’ve finally been able to figure out the cocktail they’re giving me in my food and water to curtail my abilities. I’m working on adapting my brain to neutralize them. I’ll be seeing you soon.
Your friend,
Sylar
For
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