[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

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[termineur]

[ Sylar merely nods, unaffected by the insult. He figures he'll get that a lot tonight. ]

I figured. Wish there was something I could do to help you. Maybe we'll get lucky and this won't last long.

Okay, I'm leaving now. You just stay there. And remember that you helped me, okay?

[ Time to see if Clint will actually be able to leave things alone. Sylar backs slowly away, still holding the tablet up and recording their interaction. ]

[awwnoun]

[ No. He can't let Sylar go, but - he needs to. Clint wavers, taking a deep, shuddery breath. ]

I can't. [ He can't just stay there. He takes a step forward, and then sucks in another breath. ] Just - what's your name?

[ Maybe if he knows more about this guy he won't want to kill him. ] How old are you? What did you do before you were here?

[termineur]

[ He can tell what Clint's trying to do, and he'll play along. He wants to see how long this goes for. Every once in awhile, while he's talking, he'll take another step back.

And...he decides to go with the 'real' name. What the hell, right? He's so tired of being Zane that even Gabriel is appealing right now. ]

I'm Gabriel Gray. Thirty years old. I was a watchmaker from Queens. New York City. I've lived there all my life.

[awwnoun]

[ Clint's hands ball into fists in his pockets. Somehow, he forces himself to stand still, just for a moment. ]

Gabriel. That's a nice name. [ A beat. ] I lived in New York City, too. Brooklyn. Before I got here. Crazy city, right? How'd you get into watchmaking, family thing?

[ This helps. This really does. He can let Gabriel go. ]

[termineur]

[ The corner of his lips twitch up, seeing Clint succeed at distracting himself a bit. ]

Yeah, my dad did it before me. The shop itself was actually in Brooklyn. Gray and Sons. I was pretty proud of it.

[ He backs up a couple more steps while he's talking. He's not going to bolt- that's a terrible idea as someone's prey- but he will slowly make his way over to the closest thing to hide behind. Unfortunately, that's a house about fifteen yards away. But slow and steady here might keep them from attacking each other. ]

[awwnoun]

[ It also helps if Clint closes his eyes and looks down. Still, he sees that hint of a smile before he does, and it makes him feel better. It lets him hold on to the little sanity he's got left. ]

That's awesome, man. Brooklyn's great. It's been a long time since I've worn a watch, maybe I should get back into doing that. [ He rubs at his face. ] Thanks. Thanks, you should - go, before I change my mind again, just. Run.

[ Sincerely, though: ] Thank you, Gabriel. Really.

[termineur]

[ There's something in him that wants to tear this small peace apart, suddenly. This night had been so vindicating. Helping Clint overcome this new compulsion- Clint managing it- was a remarkably unsatisfying conclusion. If Gabriel hadn't been able to do it, why should he?

So it's good Clint has his eyes closed, and can't see the sudden glare that comes from Sylar. There's a heavy sigh as Sylar reminds himself once again that this isn't the end. And then he does run. Quiet, even footsteps into the dark. ]