Mohinder Suresh (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seekevolution) wrote2011-11-08 08:50 pm
seekevolution) wrote2011-11-08 08:50 pm
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The Broken Shard
"The Broken Shard"
Who: Mohinder, Sylar, rest of the standard crew
Everything hurts and the last time that Mohinder wants to do is open his eyes. Still, he can't help but do it when the light becomes bright enough to make him curious. What happened? He remembered crying into his hands in the bathroom like a child and now-- well, now he's just not sure where he is.
Sitting up slowly, he presses the palm of his hand against one eye and opens the other. The wallpaper is tan and dark red, stripped. Fairly masculine but still vibrant. It's not something he would have chosen, pattern wise, but it's lovely just the same. The sheets are silk against his bare skin. The heavy quilt is Indian, embroidered in gold. There's an elephant lamp in the corner and he focuses on that first and then the shape of the room.
This is his apartment in Brooklyn. Beside him, a large lump moves. He looks down at the broad shoulder and then the ear and the side burn-- "Matt--"
"Mohinder! I spilled the milk!" A small form pushes open the door and climbs up into bed with him, curling up between him and Matt. And Mohinder has no idea who that little girl is.
Who: Mohinder, Sylar, rest of the standard crew
Everything hurts and the last time that Mohinder wants to do is open his eyes. Still, he can't help but do it when the light becomes bright enough to make him curious. What happened? He remembered crying into his hands in the bathroom like a child and now-- well, now he's just not sure where he is.
Sitting up slowly, he presses the palm of his hand against one eye and opens the other. The wallpaper is tan and dark red, stripped. Fairly masculine but still vibrant. It's not something he would have chosen, pattern wise, but it's lovely just the same. The sheets are silk against his bare skin. The heavy quilt is Indian, embroidered in gold. There's an elephant lamp in the corner and he focuses on that first and then the shape of the room.
This is his apartment in Brooklyn. Beside him, a large lump moves. He looks down at the broad shoulder and then the ear and the side burn-- "Matt--"
"Mohinder! I spilled the milk!" A small form pushes open the door and climbs up into bed with him, curling up between him and Matt. And Mohinder has no idea who that little girl is.