"You smell like lies, bitter and sharp. You lie to your mommy and steal her life. You lie to me with whispers of sweet nothings and butterfly kisses."
Butterfly kiss, butterfly kiss, butterfly kiss.
When is he going to have his fill of my sullen lips? An hour, a day or forever?
"11 months without touch, without something lovely by your side, poor boy."
"Make that thirty-years, but that was the old me, now I have something beautiful and wicked to play with."
'Play with?' I have many men, young and old to play with, and he only has one.
I wonder what would happen if I put them all in one room, a lot of bloodshed I hope.
"Your not the only one playing, Sylar-bear."
His lips taste like blood and power, I like it.
No, I love it.
Peter-bear came and went in a jealous bloody away, eyes glowing green as he faced someone that he could never beat.
Then Adam, Mohinder and many more and still there was only one true winner of my crazy little heart, Sylar-bear.
"Stay longer, Gabriel. I haven't had my fill of butterfly kisses."