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Post by HN on Apr 5, 2008 12:47:08 GMT
The Further Adventures and Romantic Perils of Sylar and the She Doctor.
Over the next few weeks, I shall shock and amaze you all with my incredible talent and extraordinary writing style. This is to commemorate the end of Consign to Oblivion, as some felt it ended too abruptly. THIS IS NOT AN RP, it is an outlet for mine, and Sylar's (if he so wishes to take part) creative juices. Please do NOT post on this thread. If you wish to comment on how fantastic I am, then feel free to comment in a separate thread, or PM me directly.
The universe was large, and time was infinite, and yet there was no rush. This was not how the Doctor had envisioned the route of her vengeance, but she had saved Angela and gave her back her son. This was better than keeping score. This felt, euphoric. He was a savior now. Not just the Destroyer Of Worlds.
The Doctor, who was now female, seemed free of the angst and universal weight that had sat on the shoulders of the male form previously. She realized that she was not in fact Atlas, that she could not hold up the world, and that the company of an immortal human would be a joy over moping and skulking in the darkness. Never winning, always moving on. That was not the life she wanted for herself.
Her first call of duty was to find clothes. The wool that stuck to her skin was not lavishly silken enough, plus if was caked in blood, and itched to high heavens. If Time Lords believed in heaven (she was sure they did not) and if they were in fact on high (again probably not).
Ice cream was their second stop, perhaps a foreign ice cream that would make Sylar's face melt with delight. She wondered idly if she had said that out load as she clocked Sylar's raised eyebrow, but she was slightly mad after regenerating so often in quick succession, and did not in fact know her own mind. But from the way Sylar was now watching her, either the "Ice Cream" comment or the "Let's loose the kegs" comment had been uttered within his hearing range. Super hearing she reminded herself.
In her own mind she moved like a ghost, with grace, petite feet barely touching the steal grating of the floor as she made her way past Sylar, brushing seductively against him. Unfortunately, her projected image, and reality were far from the same. With clumpy shoes, far too large, and trousers far too long, she stumbled like a drunkard towards Sylar, tripping and falling as she did so.
"Nice catch." She mumbled to the man that caught her, chivalrous to the end it seemed. "You might just get a reward."
The seduction may have gone better if she had not in fact buried her face into his stomach, clung to him awkwardly, and in fact smelled of pooh...
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Post by Sylar on Apr 5, 2008 20:19:58 GMT
Sylar helped up the Doctor from where she fell.
“Graceful.” He drawled. He surveyed the surroundings of the machine as it hummed enigmatically, purred around them. It had been so long since he had been in it. And throughout that entire journey he had been a very different man. Younger, brasher, hungrier…
“I get the feeling you’re meant to be Omnipotent. You might want to avoid high heels.” She seemed to pout at him. “Your ship hasn’t changed, how long has it been?” he asked, standing her up and inspecting the machine. For him eighteen years had passed since he had set foot in the machine, and he had to admit his lingering memories of the place were bittersweet. It was in this machine he gained all that power, and yet it was here where he was shown to be most weak. If it wasn’t for the curiosity, and…other lingering fascinations…he would have killed the Doctor already.
He looked over at her. His curiosity forced him to stare, or perhaps another feeling. The clothes she wore swamped her. He was fascinated, how a person could change so utterly? Was she the same person he had met in Peter’s apartment, physically she was different, so wonderfully different…but was there anything else different. He was so deliciously curious. What was she?
He may very well have been staring, he didn’t much care.
There was so much to learn. But he was in no rush, they had all the time in the universe.
“So what are we going to do now?” He asked with a smile.
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Post by HN on Apr 5, 2008 23:12:00 GMT
The Doctor pulled herself free, a small flirtatious smile slipping onto her pouty lips.
"I can so save the world in heels." She replied saucily, her tongue slipping out and across her lips slowly and seductively. "But before then." She whispered, pulling on the tall mans shoulders bowing him down, to allow her now moist lips access to his ear, "We have other things to do."
She pulled away, her finger pads trailing down the length of Sylar's arm, and gripping solely on the fingertips. His eyes followed the pathway her of her digits, and only met hers, twinkling with amusement, when the light pressure turned to a firm hold.
"Come on." She breathed, her voice barely audible, but enough. His eyes were hooded with heavy lids, glazed over and wanting. She hid her smirk, she loved the control she had over such a powerful creature. And he was powerful. She knew that. She had witnessed the deeds of which he was capable. He was also dangerous if not dealt with properly. He was unlike any ape she had ever crossed paths with. More like a panther, stalking his hunter, not aware that she had weapons beyond his understanding.
She backed down the hallway, their hands still linked, as were their eyes. He would follow her, it seemed, attracted to her beauty and her knowledge. She kicked off her shoes, the great boots slipping away with ease and leaving dangerous obstacles for the Beast to work round. As predicted, he tripped, heeding no attention to his own footing, and made a grasp for the wall with his free hand to preserve his balance and dignity.
"Maybe you should avoid high heels." She said with a small laugh, the same laugh as before. The laugh all super stars wanted, flowing from a mouth with pearly white teeth. Of course she cut her humor short, tending to his wounded ego as his hand tightened painfully on her own. He was not amused, and so she must appease him.
She did so with a kiss.
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Post by Sylar on Apr 6, 2008 12:11:57 GMT
He let her kiss him. Her confidence seemed to be growing with each step, as if she was gaining more comfort in that skin, wearing it in like a pair of freshly laundered jeans.
But she was teasing him. He didn't like that. He was an 'I want it now' kinda guy, not 'a let's prolong the game' kind of guy...Or at least he could be but not now, not when there was sometihng he wanted. Something that was his. Something that he could take. Something truly unique which he could have above anyone else. And she had it. Something precious and glorious that she didn't know she had. He smiled, this, he knew, would be her first time. It was her innocence he could have, and protect and keep all special and locked up in his memory, only to shake it when he needed to smile.
She had shed so much more than a pair of manly shoulders in her last rebirth. She was so small, the man's clothes she wore, the thick skin she protected her sweet flesh with were an incumbency, but not an obstacle.
"If you're trying to manipulate me?" He said as she released him from the kiss and he lifted her up and held her small frame in his arms, "You're doing quite well." He told her and leant her against the rough coral-like wall. "And for the record, I work just fine in a pair of high heals." He was trying to be amusing, but he didn't want to kill the moment. He thought he should do something impressive to show her he wasn't a thing to be toyed with, at least not in that way. And so the leather jacket blew away from her body into nothingness, as if a stiff breeze had entered around them to blow the last remnants of her old self away, exposing her newness to no one by Sylar.
Damn the ice cream.
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Post by HN on Apr 7, 2008 18:19:24 GMT
So the Beast wasn't a simple creature of stupidity, and yet, was ruled on impulses like all other lower beings. He seemed to have elevated himself to the position of 'God' and yet, did not hide the fact that he was impressed by her and her ways. However, unlike the rest of his species, he seemed highly aware of the workings of everything around him. More than that, he seemed attuned to every molecule of his body, using his mind as well as his physique to take control. She smirked, pale pink lips turning upwards as her eyes twinkled almost purple. The brain power of a Time Lord was not a force to be reckoned with.
From her place pressed against the wall, she could survey her entire kingdom. Sylar was in that Kingdom. He thought himself in a place of power, holding her tightly and removing her clothing piece by piece with exemplary and perfectly harnessed telekinetic powers. Unknown to him, he was submitting to her whims even now.
"Good." She mouthed, pressing her lips, slightly swollen with desire against his temple, uttering sweet nothings straight to his subconscious. "You can break in my new shoes for me."
{{The term swollen with desire makes me cringe. Apologies for the shortness, but I am very busy and important.}}
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Post by Sylar on Apr 7, 2008 21:30:50 GMT
The urge to unleash all that pent up energy inside was almost overwhelming, but he wasn't one to be beaten into submission by his whims anymore, As much as he could, as much as he wanted too, hell, and he really did want to. His fingertips bristled with the desire to pin her down, take what he could and leave her broken. His hands skirted her body, dancing with the static desire, it took a great deal of strength to hold back. A great part of him was clamoring to ravage her right then, tear apart all that innocence and denied vulnerability. The passion to break her open and look inside was palpitating; because she was so deliciously vulnerable, great, yes, but...his hand ran over her small shoulders...vulnerable.
But she had seen the monster he could be, felt his anger, witnessed his madness. Perhaps it was something else inside him that he could use, something she did not expect. He smiled, his upperlip curled subtly, his shoulders relaxed. He wasn't going to be played, no matter how much fun it could be.
He leant close to her and conceeded to kiss her softly. It was lingering, sweet, tender. The kiss of a watchmaker, formed with compassion and care.
Then he put her down and stepped away.
"I didn't follow you to play games." He said. "And it will take more than being a Super Flirt to make me one of the good guys."
He smiled, she was widly attarctive. "As tempting as you are."
{ooc - I see your 'swollen', and raise you a 'palpitating'.}
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Post by Sylar on Apr 8, 2008 14:31:08 GMT
{Why am I feeling abused?}
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Post by HN on Apr 8, 2008 17:03:03 GMT
And wasn't that an invigorating twist (though disappointing) to the age old plot tail? The proverbial icing on the current cake, the kind Miss Maple used to make him when he was "The Third" and had a sense of elegance. It seemed, perhaps not surprisingly, that Kitty had a back bone and could not be tamed. Easily. He could not be predicted in the way the casual human ape could so easily be read, seeming to provide something a little bit more, a little bit exciting. This made for a devilish challenge, and who was she turn turn down such a thing?
But she was also aware that he was also devilishly handsome, in that slightly psychotic way of his, and a perfect memory of that kiss could be found, still lingering on her lips, like warm honey on a frosty morning.
"Well aren't you a cute bundle of fluff." She retorted in a hushed whisper, embarrassingly unable to trust her still trembling voice at this moment. Damn Stupid Ape was reverting her to a primal force, not unlike himself. But she was aloof, and untouched by his games, or so she told herself. It would make her sleep better later tonight.
Nonetheless, she had not invited him on board to play him, nor to redeem him. Her prime concern had been her inevitably lonely future, and he was eternal. If she saved Angela from a devastating fate, then that too was a bonus. She cared for that woman more than she would like, even now. But his mind out classed the rest of his species, and that made for stimulating company if pressed correctly. Very stimulating.
"Ice Cream then." she broke the silence, both parties obviously sizing the other. She felt more confident now, they were both on the back foot and uncertain how to proceed. With a cheeky smile and a wink, she strode off down the corridor, not bothering to retrieve the discarded jacket or jumper that lay in tatters on the floor. She had no need or intention of hiding herself, and if he was embarrassed by her nudity, then that was his hard luck.
{{Sylar, I shall do my best to make your stay as warm and gooey as possible}}
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Post by Sylar on Apr 8, 2008 17:59:24 GMT
He followed behind, at a safe distance, not complaining, the view was delightful.
Following the shapely alabaster back of the Doctor as she slunk deeper down the corridor. Quite comically she kept hefting up her denims. He was kind and tightened her belt for her, cinching it with care from his mind though in his imagination her pants were firmly behind him with the rest of her shredded clothing. She turned and smiled at him playfully, her small feet patting almost at a skip.
She stepped into what she had described as a 'kitchen' though Sylar would hardly call it by such a domesticated term. It would have been better called "a room that housed 'stuff' that may or may not be anything to do with food preparation".
He leant one shoulder against the doorway and surveyed the disarray, considering whether to comment, "Been on your own a while I take it." He summised from the many discarded packets of 'fish n' chips' and the full bowl of stagnant washing (there was no sink to speak of, rather a bowl housing the remnants of suppers long since abandoned, placed on something that might have been a surface under the piles of ... other stuff). She didn't respond, she seemed engaged happily in the depths of a very small ice-box that had almost utterly swallowed her body. He assumed it was larger on this inside.
Happily he waited to see what further spoils she had to tempt him, and he was still admiring the view as she leant down into the little ice box, which illuminated her skin in a soft yellow glow. She finally stood, having retrieved a handful of cartons with labels which she inspected. It may have been some years since they were frozen. Some she put back, others she queried, repeating names of things Sylar had never heard of. Until there was a collection of five boxes. It wasn't the ice cream that led to him unconsiously licking his lips, but his eyes were gleeming with the additional pleasures this experience was heaping upon him. Yep, he had died and gone to heaven.
Hot Naked Woman + Dairy Products = Happy Sylar.
She cracked open one of the boxes and scooped up a spoonful of what had been inside. For a frozen product it had an incredible scent. Holding it above her hand to not spill she walked towards Sylar. Clearly her new incarnation was a little more concerned about the state of the floor. He was about to eat it. It looked so creamy and delicious. The equivalent of ambrosia and honey to him.
But he snapped his lips shut before it entered. Once again, wary of her motives...he had, afterall, killed her twice that day. He could hardly blame her. He looked at her warily. His eyes gleeming with caution rather than lust.
"You're not going to poison me?" He said, that had happened a lot. "I was always told not to accept sweets from strangers."
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Post by HN on Apr 8, 2008 19:10:08 GMT
The Doctor arched one perfectly maintained eyebrow (how they got that way after rebirth was anyones guess) and tilted her head slightly to one side, as if mocking. The ice cream was already beginning to melt, sticky sludge, turning to liquidy tracks, losing its hold of the curved meniscus. Any moment the drip would fall, and make her wince as it plunged somewhere it should never go. Not without invite.
"Your mother told you not to take sweets from strange men." She countered sharply, bold enough to hurry him along. "Do I, look like a man to you?" Her tone softened, as she took a small step back, allowing him to let his eyes wander if they so chose.
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Post by Sylar on Apr 9, 2008 15:34:14 GMT
He wondered whether if it was polite to point out that until very recently she had in fact been a man. Then he reconsidered. He wasn't in the mood for being tentative, "I don't know anything about you. You might not be a man, anymore," He added with a notably raised eyebrow. "But you are still strange." His eyes explored her body, she looked entirely human. Her body was fascinating. He wanted to understand exactly how different she was. And the longer she toyed with him the most frustrated he became, the more eager to cut her open just to take a look. She had stalled him well so far, he would hate to destroy such a beautiful piece of art without enjoying it fully first.
"For all I know I'll take one mouthful and find my self unconsious and in some underground alien research facility..." He didn't try and disguise the sarcasm in his low tones, "It seems to happen to me a lot."
"You first." He insisted, taking the spoon from her, catching the drips on the end of his finger and offering it to her.
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Post by HN on Apr 10, 2008 21:17:46 GMT
She smirked at his obvious fear. He had been a victim for too long, though of course he would never admit to that. This was a man who liked to think that he had the power, when he obviously did not.
"Very well." She shrugged, letting her tongue snake out and dance over to creamy dessert with great delight. She closed her eyes, letting her face show the full extent of the pleasure Sylar was missing out on. That same tongue then licked her lips, slowly and seductively working it's way around her delicious mouth. For an ex man, she knew ho to work her feminine wiles.
The sweet liquid washed around her mouth, inflaming every nerve ending with a mix of signals. Pain and pleasure and something else. Ice cream had never been this good, and for a moment she wondered of the opposite sex really were a different species.
Her eye lids fluttered open, the orbs beneath remaining glazed for just a moment, as she took her time to come back to reality and the man before her.
"You're missing out." She replied in a husky voice. "I think I don't want to share any more."
As she pulled the container and spoon from the slightly agape ape, she smirked.
"Of course, one mans poison..."
{{A little rough. Sorry, I have my hands full.}}
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Post by Sylar on Apr 11, 2008 13:39:51 GMT
Sylar pounced.
He disliked things he wanted being denied from him.
His patience and his libido had finaly won over his more subtle side. At first he was going to kill her, because his curiosity had not been yet satiated and he would learn enough from peeling through her flesh to keep that urge down; he was too proud a man to ask nicely. Yet his desire to murder were quickly overcome, as much as it would give him pleasure, once his hands had made contact with her pliable flesh he found himself making entirely different moves.
His second urge had to go for the ice cream, he hadn't eaten for hours and that hunger manifested itself in so many ways. He didn't do either. The ice cream was thrown aside, irrelevant in the long run. It upturned on the floor and began to melt inexplicably.
They were on the floor and anything in their way was moving aside almost voluntarily. Flying into corners, under cupboards, anything to keep the grappeling unhindered.
He pinned her down, physically, he liked the sensation of her small wrists in his large hands.
And smiled.
"Boo." He said tearing into her with kisses.
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Post by HN on Apr 11, 2008 18:30:10 GMT
She was falling. Oh she was falling, and the urge to just shut her eyes and let herself topple backwards was overwhelming. Just let go. Just do it. It was like an evil little devil mantra playing in her mind. She would love to just lay there, and let the Ape-Beast do things to her. Wonderful things. Things that would make her toes curl and her blood simmer in ways that would liquefy her mind until there was nothing left but a gooey, malleable mess, to be shaped in Sylars capable hands. But she was a Time Lord. And there was work to be done. But not before Sylar kissed her breathless it seemed. So she allowed him. Reminding herself to keep him at arms length for now. Do not get involved. Study, enjoy, but do not become dependent. Yet his kisses were becoming more ferocious. A blood lust was rising within him as he bit into her lower lip, drawing that sweet and metallic life force. She couldn't refuse herself. This creature was magnificent. And she was horny.
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Post by Sylar on Apr 11, 2008 19:52:31 GMT
His hands and mouth were all over her body. She was so supple. Her skin tasted sweet, and her blood even sweeter, she had the scent of Parma Violets on her tongue, the remainder of the ice crem lacing her mouth with flavors which he couldn't place. He wasn't using his mind. There were a hundred things he could have done, a hundred things his powers would make possible, but they would involve his attention, and he wasn't paying attention. He lusts had taken over, his body resorting to the natrual, base and powerful ways of a human . His hands slipped to her belt and released it. She kicked off the cumbersome trousers. He relieved her of her underwear; a cumbersome pair of male boxers which he decided not too look at for fear it would spoil the mood. She smiled at him as her hands made their way to his shirt.
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