It had been kind of hard getting sleep the past few weeks, for obvious reasons. Other than bottles of aspirin being a poor substitute for the pain medication she needed for her stupid leg, it was just hard to lay down and rest after all Sylar had said to her that night. Not that she curled in a little ball in cheap motel rooms and cried herself to sleep every night like a little sad girl, but maybe if she were honest (which she wasn't), she might have a least shed a tear or two. That was, if she hadn't been so determined to keep going, to get back to him. Getting back at him for being such an asshole.
But she slept now. Elle was never a morning person in the first place and she was tired. From all the chasing and all the... other things they did after she snared him right back up. She woke up with a soft moan to sun filtering through the windows, nestled in the covers and sore when she shifted, because he wasn't next to her. But she heard him, or heard someone, and blearily she rolled over to smirk at him watching her. Like the freaky creeper he was.
"Morning, sweetie," she murmured, her voice tart. "Like the view?"
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Date: 2010-06-16 02:33 am (UTC)But she slept now. Elle was never a morning person in the first place and she was tired. From all the chasing and all the... other things they did after she snared him right back up. She woke up with a soft moan to sun filtering through the windows, nestled in the covers and sore when she shifted, because he wasn't next to her. But she heard him, or heard someone, and blearily she rolled over to smirk at him watching her. Like the freaky creeper he was.
"Morning, sweetie," she murmured, her voice tart. "Like the view?"