10/30 05:18 - 1 note
You can see how blue his eyes are through those damn sunglasses.
10/30 05:16 - annie-banks - 124 notes
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10/14 01:18 - annie-banks - 326 notes
A Bit of Country Air. →
As soon as Gabriel speaks, she shifts his gaze from the man outside and to his face. His expression is blank and un-alarming at first but begins to change as he opens the door to the car. Something about the way he eyed the man made her extremely uneasy and his request that she stay in the car was met with silence. Jessa had a feeling she wouldn’t be staying in the car, not with the way this was headed.
She wasn’t going to be stupid and attempt to play hero. If Gabriel was in danger, she wouldn’t hesitate to do what was necessary to try and help him and there were very few people she could say the same about. But getting in between him and the strange man? It would only make things worse, not better. The reason staying in the car wasn’t going to work was because there was absolutely no way she would be able to keep still. Not to mention her sister would kill her if she smoked in her car.
As soon as Gabriel was farther away from the car, she quietly slips out of the driver’s side, attempting to close the car door without much noise and failing. Even without a loud sound, she knew he could hear her. As if trying to appease the fact she was disobeying, she leans against the car door as she lights her cigarette, almost as though he couldn’t be angry with her if she were against the door.
He had kept the anger in for what seemed like a long time. Not relapsing until tonight for a few weeks which for him was a big improvement. But it was back to square one the instant he stepped out of the car. He was ridgid, his shoulders square and teeth clenched as he stared at the innocent man on the ground. He was fighting inside, the constant battle inside now had become a war. Gabriel trying to fight through Sylar which was really an unfair fight. All Gabriel really was was someone who understood, someone who knew how things worked, how things ticked. He could piece a clock together in seconds, the tiny micro pieces all fitting perfectly at his hand. Try being that person up against a monster. It was a bloodied Internal fight. The obvious winner was standing before Iain now. A low growl filled Sylar’s throat, barely audible, but there; hanging in the air almost effortlessly. He heard the doors silent click, but didn’t turn around. He knew she wouldn’t be able to sit in the car, which made it even worse; he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if she saw this; but was he going to stop? He was trying, but it wasn’t as easy as it looked. “You should get away.” He struggled to say through clenched teeth, almost black eyes moving when Iain did, the man about the same height, and struck with fear, not even able to speak. Gabriel didn’t want to do this, but he was on the brink of exploding if he didn’t. Literally.
The stare no longer unnerved him. His words of warning and the uncontrollable shakes of his body are now the things that do. Gabriel had seemed so nice, so understanding when he’d been speaking to him previously. Never did Iain think he’d be stared down in such a way.
He swallows the thick lump in his throat, stepping back as he speaks, trying his hardest not to sound as pathetically scared as he looks. “Why? You asked me to come here and now you’re telling me to leave?” It was stupid, questioning an apparent mad man who continued to stare at him with that hungry, starving look, as if he was really going to pounce and devour him whole. Anger outweighs the terror eventually. Had he been lied to? This man said he had a power like him, invited him to meet, and now there’s the unmistakable air of a threat surrounding him. What’s stopping him from killing him right now? Nobody’s around, accept for the woman leaning against the stationary vehicle some feet away. Some help she’ll be, most likely turning out to be some kind of accomplice. Iain meets the other’s dark eyes again and winces.
Jessa takes a long drag from her cigarette, the orange glow standing out in the surrounding darkness. She exhales slowly, trying to smother her fear and worry with the smoke. This was going south very, very quickly and she didn’t like it. Her eyes focused on Iain for a few minutes longer, listening to his words before looking to Gabriel. Why wouldn’t the stupid Scotsman heed his warning? He was trying to save him for fuck’s sake!
Pushing away from the car, she begins to walk hesitantly toward the pair. She still wasn’t intending to play hero, merely calm the predator down. To be honest, he was terrifying her and this stranger was doing nothing to help. “Gabriel?” she asks, her voice coming out more weak and shaky than she’d like.
It only took moments of hesitation. Stupid small mistake that so many made when against Sylar. They just stood there, as if he had been inflicting them already but he hadn’t even lifted a finger to make them stop dead in their tracks. This man was like them, didn’t get the hint that he was here to hurt them. That the change of sound in his heart was that of murder. Whether he liked it or not, there would be blood.
Sylar shook his head, meeting the others eyes, a bit of humor in them instead of the quick glimpse of concern and apology. Without another warning, his hand came up, a signature move for the serial killer. A flinch of two fingers he would send the man back a few feet, either knocked over unless he was stronger than anticipated. The only reason why he hadn’t sent him into the earth was because Jessa.
She had come closer, worried of course, fear, he smelt it like the cigarette smoke previously moving around her head. Empathy. Why was that something he had picked up? He turned slightly, the other hand out from his side, stopping her in her tracks if she came closer. “You should go home, Jessa.” His eyes were pleading once again, flashing between Sorrow and hunger.
He should have left it alone, stayed away from the man he’d seen striding down the street. If he’d taken the time to really look at him, he’d have seen the blood seeping through the material of his shirt. His own or somebody elses? Hard to tell in this light. But there wasn’t a scratch on him, none around his neck where most of the blood had come from, staining the collar of his shirt in dark red pools.
Iain’s eyes immediately travel to the hand that’s raised, stepping back from it warily. This must be how his power works, the one he has no idea about. It cold be every bit as dangerous as his own, possibly a thousand times worse. Why is she coming so close when he’s like this? What if he hurts her too? People do incredibly stupid things when lost in the moment, who’s to say she won’t be caught in the crossfire.
“What are you doing?” Iain’s eyes narrow while he speaks, willing the other to put his goddamn hand down. If he had to protect himself so be it, he just hopes it won’t come to that.
10/12 19:24 - im-the-hero - 16 notes
A Bit of Country Air. →
Jessa hadn’t noticed the other person at first, far too focused on Gabriel to notice anything else to be fair. To say he looked ragged would be an understatement. He looked like he’d been through hell and the blood on his clothes and body were worrisome. She doubted it was anyone else’s but his…which oddly made her worry grow. Her eyes follow his movements as he finally makes his way into the car. Once he’s seated, she reaches a hand toward him and hesitates, not sure if he wanted to be touched just yet.
“You alright, love?” she asks softly, watching his expression for any indication one way or another when something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. With a frown, Jessa reluctantly pulls her gaze away from Gabriel and leans over the dash, watching as a confused figure squinted against her headlights. It was the middle of the nowhere, cars were rare enough but pedestrians even more so. “Did you bring someone with you…?”
Gabriel had his eyes closed, breathing the chilled air from the window, with the comfort of the car door pressed against him and the worried eyes to the right. He didn’t tell her to not touch him, just raised his hand and waved it a little. Showing that she shouldn’t touch. Not yet.
He was far too hot, his skin was scorching, he was surprised he wasn’t burning the seats or even his clothes. He was sweating too, and had a slight tremble. He could get over this. He had to get over this.
“I’ll be fine.” He breathed, inhaling through his nose deeply after. His attention was turned to her question. Bring anyone? No. He looked up, seeing the confused figure there in the headlights. He sure got here fast- no… He got him here. Gabriel sat up, looking at the familiar Iain who he had accidentally brought. “Yeah… On accident. He was supposed to meet me here, and i guess he was the one I ran into…” His hand pulled on the handle, the door opening slowly. A predatory gaze game over him. Food. An ability that he found in this stranger, one who could be of use, or just a perfect thing to settle over his hunger. “Stay in the car.” It was terrible timing. He shouldn’t have brought her here, or Iain here at this time. It would end badly….
Iain scrambles out of the beam of the headlights, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand. Temporarily blinded and already occupied, the sound of the car door and the figure approaching him go unnoticed, at least until he looks up.
Above him, glaring down dark and menacing, are the most threatening eyes he has ever seen, fixing him in place as his body locks in a small fit of terror. Somehow he manages to stand straight, not losing sight of those eyes for a second. Not that he would have the chance. They follow him as he stands, tracking his movements like a keen eyed hunter. Blinking past them, the owner appears to be the man who claimed that he could help him. If so, why’s he being stared at in such a way?
A silence falls between them that he’s far too afraid to break. He wasn’t a threat or anything like that, not out to kill Sylar or reveal the man’s powers. That’s all he wants to say. He has to remember him.
As soon as Gabriel speaks, she shifts his gaze from the man outside and to his face. His expression is blank and un-alarming at first but begins to change as he opens the door to the car. Something about the way he eyed the man made her extremely uneasy and his request that she stay in the car was met with silence. Jessa had a feeling she wouldn’t be staying in the car, not with the way this was headed.
She wasn’t going to be stupid and attempt to play hero. If Gabriel was in danger, she wouldn’t hesitate to do what was necessary to try and help him and there were very few people she could say the same about. But getting in between him and the strange man? It would only make things worse, not better. The reason staying in the car wasn’t going to work was because there was absolutely no way she would be able to keep still. Not to mention her sister would kill her if she smoked in her car.
As soon as Gabriel was farther away from the car, she quietly slips out of the driver’s side, attempting to close the car door without much noise and failing. Even without a loud sound, she knew he could hear her. As if trying to appease the fact she was disobeying, she leans against the car door as she lights her cigarette, almost as though he couldn’t be angry with her if she were against the door.
He had kept the anger in for what seemed like a long time. Not relapsing until tonight for a few weeks which for him was a big improvement. But it was back to square one the instant he stepped out of the car. He was ridgid, his shoulders square and teeth clenched as he stared at the innocent man on the ground. He was fighting inside, the constant battle inside now had become a war. Gabriel trying to fight through Sylar which was really an unfair fight. All Gabriel really was was someone who understood, someone who knew how things worked, how things ticked. He could piece a clock together in seconds, the tiny micro pieces all fitting perfectly at his hand. Try being that person up against a monster. It was a bloodied Internal fight. The obvious winner was standing before Iain now. A low growl filled Sylar’s throat, barely audible, but there; hanging in the air almost effortlessly. He heard the doors silent click, but didn’t turn around. He knew she wouldn’t be able to sit in the car, which made it even worse; he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if she saw this; but was he going to stop? He was trying, but it wasn’t as easy as it looked. “You should get away.” He struggled to say through clenched teeth, almost black eyes moving when Iain did, the man about the same height, and struck with fear, not even able to speak. Gabriel didn’t want to do this, but he was on the brink of exploding if he didn’t. Literally.
The stare no longer unnerved him. His words of warning and the uncontrollable shakes of his body are now the things that do. Gabriel had seemed so nice, so understanding when he’d been speaking to him previously. Never did Iain think he’d be stared down in such a way.
He swallows the thick lump in his throat, stepping back as he speaks, trying his hardest not to sound as pathetically scared as he looks. “Why? You asked me to come here and now you’re telling me to leave?” It was stupid, questioning an apparent mad man who continued to stare at him with that hungry, starving look, as if he was really going to pounce and devour him whole. Anger outweighs the terror eventually. Had he been lied to? This man said he had a power like him, invited him to meet, and now there’s the unmistakable air of a threat surrounding him. What’s stopping him from killing him right now? Nobody’s around, accept for the woman leaning against the stationary vehicle some feet away. Some help she’ll be, most likely turning out to be some kind of accomplice. Iain meets the other’s dark eyes again and winces.
10/11 05:39 - im-the-hero - 16 notes
NO ONE TALK TO ME FOR 2 HOURS.
…why?
…*Snog* That’s why.
-creeped out-
10/11 03:56 - markusmoran - 12 notes
