Sylar

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The Truth Hurts - Sylar and Oliver Thredson 

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“The need for revenge comes and goes. It’s stronger now since I know that the Petrelli’s and the Bennet family were linked, but I’m not in any rush.” He turned to face his twin, seeing the concern in his dark eyes. It was strange to see genuine care in someone’s gaze, even if it was overshadowed by curiosity, which Sylar understood. Oliver more than likely had his need to understand how things worked after all.

“Don’t worry about me. I always come back.” Sylar reached for Oliver, putting his hands behind his neck and then touched foreheads with him. It was something he’d imagined doing with a sibling if he’d had one when he was a child. Oliver was warm, and he was close. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. It’s getting late, and you should get some sleep. Hell, we probably both should.”

Sylar’s hands traveled down Oliver’s arms to take his hands in his once more. With a gentle tug he lead his twin toward the stares, eager to leave the kill room for the pleasant warmth of the rest of the house. “Is it OK with you if I stay here? I promise not to snoop too much while you’re at work—unless you decide to call in sick and spend the day with me?” 

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There is a neediness of his twin—something the doctor picked up fairly easily from the conversations they’ve had stemming back from when he appeared at the asylum today. He could certainly relate to such a feeling… But who would have thought that two siblings separated at such a young age would go through adolescence in completely different conditions and still share so many seemingly disturbing similarities? Disturbing at least to any outsider that couldn’t understand them, anyway.

The sentiment behind the gesture of being so close to his twin momentarily wasn’t lost on Oliver however and when Sylar pulled away, he reached up to squeeze his brother’s shoulder. For Oliver, Sylar’s compatibilities made him feel he was normal for once in his life. His brother understood him, didn’t judge him or peg him as an outcast, and even opted to partake in his little… ‘hobby’. Apparently this is what it means to have family.

“Well, we don’t all share the full extent of your abilities.” he commented as he followed Sylar up the cement steps. “Something tells me once we come for them, you may be concerned for my wellbeing, but I assure you, I’m rather tenacious… Nor am I an easy target. In fact, as with most, they won’t even know I’m coming.”

He flicked off the lights, engulfing the basement in silent darkness until his return. Hopefully the next trip down, his brother’s anxiety in regards to being here would be alleviated considering his brothers planning, if only slightly.

At Sylar’s suggestion to stay with him, a wide boyish grin spread over the doctor’s face and he proceeded to guide him through the rest of the house. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, I don’t think there’s anything left to hide, wouldn’t you agree? And my home has plenty of room. There are two additional bedrooms right down the hall. You’re welcome to either of them and both are fully accommodating so I’ll leave you to it.” He gave his brother a brief nod before departing to his bedroom, his fingers already unfastening the buttons of his white dress shirt and called out, “By the way, I think you’re forgetting tomorrow is Saturday and I personally don’t do weekends so tomorrow, the world is our oyster… Goodnight.”

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//to be Continued HERE



The Day After - Sylar and Oliver Thredson 

He woke up early, and for a change he wasn’t disoriented at all about where he was. Sylar smiled as he rolled out of one of Oliver’s unused guestrooms and stretched like a cat, sighing as his back popped into place. He’d showered before bet, not wanting to risk there being any blood beneath his nails after his kill and because water always helped him mellow out after a stressful day. Just because he’d had a great day, didn’t mean there hadn’t been stress involved. What it did mean though was that for the first time since he could remember, Sylar woke up happy, and he wasn’t happy because he got a new power either.

He was happy because he had Oliver, which was why as soon as he was dressed he’d gone to explore his twin’s kitchen. It was a nice kitchen—very retro—like the rest of Oliver’s house, but Sylar liked it. It reminded him of Virginia’s kitchen in Queens minus the mounds of newspapers and other crap she horded. But with its pale enameled appliances, instead of the typical stainless steel people used these days, it was very homey.

Sylar found all he needed to make breakfast, including a waffle iron. He had the batter mixed, bacon sizzling in the over, which was his preferred method to make it as opposed to a frying pan, and he was busying himself with slicing fresh strawberries. “Your knives are excellent, Oliver,” he said when his brother came in. “Coffee’s ready, and breakfast will be in about 15.”

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watchmakersylar whispered:

"Did some idiot actually bitch at you for being IC with Oliver? I can't believe some of these people. Are you supposed to wear a tutu and sprinkle them with fucking fairy dust?"

droliverthredsonmd:

droliverthredsonmd:

*rolls phone cord*

"Apparently people can’t appreciate the fine art of skinning, dear brother. Perhaps they prefer your more blockbuster entertainment of ripping off one’s cranium?”

Mm… I don’t know…

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Logically, the V is quite magical.” The doctor can barely resist the child-like smirk. “But I’d have to agree. Besides, once it’s used, nothing else can quiet that craving like the feel of blood on your hands, does it?”

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"Logic? Did you watch Star Trek again this week, Oliver?" Sylar let out a snort and flopped into the nearest chair, putting his feet up on the table before using telekinesis to refill his glass. "I’d rather have the blood. The smell of it. The taste of it. That’s where the magic is." 

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RP Rules 

I’ve updated Sylar’s rules. 





watchmakersylar whispered:

"Did some idiot actually bitch at you for being IC with Oliver? I can't believe some of these people. Are you supposed to wear a tutu and sprinkle them with fucking fairy dust?"

droliverthredsonmd:

droliverthredsonmd:

*rolls phone cord*

"Apparently people can’t appreciate the fine art of skinning, dear brother. Perhaps they prefer your more blockbuster entertainment of ripping off one’s cranium?”

Really, your humor is questionable although your red finger painting skills are admirable. Nonetheless, I’ve always thought a little evil goes a long way if you let it.” 

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watchmakersylar

"Oh no! Sylar! How could you kill Elle?! She loved you! Didn’t she make you feel loved and wanted? Wasn’t it enough for you? Oh yeah, because the magical V will cure all our ills." Sylar chuckled and licked his lips. "Brother a little evil is just the beginning. It’s like Lays potato chips and power—nobody can stop with just one." 





watchmakersylar whispered:

"Did some idiot actually bitch at you for being IC with Oliver? I can't believe some of these people. Are you supposed to wear a tutu and sprinkle them with fucking fairy dust?"

droliverthredsonmd:

*rolls phone cord*

"Apparently people can’t appreciate the fine art of skinning, dear brother. Perhaps they prefer your more blockbuster entertainment of ripping off one’s cranium?”

"I’m sure they’d be horrified at how I play in the brains, smearing the blood all over while I hunted for the secret toy surprise. Digging in a skull is like dumpster diving for a tiny piece of heaven in a mound of crap." 

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Warning - I RP a villain 

watchmakersylar:

  • There will be violence on this blog.
  • There will be murder on this blog.
  • There will be blood.
  • There will be death.
  • There will be NSFW material that you might find triggering. 

I will not post trigger warnings on any of it, because I am RPing a canon serial killer.If you follow me, you know that my character is a murderer, and you should be prepared for that.

If any of the above is a trigger for you, I suggest that you unfollow me now. I won’t be insulted or hurt. I understand that this type of characterization isn’t for everyone, but it is canon for my character.