Sylar trails his fingers along the curve of the porch railing, streaking it with water; a subaudible hiss lingers over short, irregular stretches as it evaporates into steam. Jordan's cries disappear within seconds as her mother hauls her inside, but he keeps his head tilted an inch anyway to wait, to see.
It's when he catches something else entirely that he lifts his head -- and his fingers drift to a halt as his eyes widen.
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Date: 2007-12-02 05:32 am (UTC)It's when he catches something else entirely that he lifts his head -- and his fingers drift to a halt as his eyes widen.