[ Yes, Nathan could fly, and so could Sylar. He knew it as intimately as he might say he knew how to breathe. The ability was right there, tangible against mental fingertips, and he thought he might just take off at any moment then and there.
It was all so exciting, the powers he had. Terrifying too, but he wouldn't have traded it for the world. Not when Peter clearly felt so much the same as he did.
When he looked back up at Peter at last, he was looking away, all but flushing in shame, and Gabriel thought like he should go over to him, reassure him somehow. He held his ground despite the whim, and thought about the abilities he had, turned to look around the plaza once more where once everything had changed. Lives begun, others ended, a bright light in the sky. He remembered misery and comfort, joy and deep, soul crushing grief, pain in every part of him at once and piercing his chest. There was a scar there, down across his abdomen, where once upon a time a sword had been driven through him, and now, in this environment, he could actually remember it.
He closed his eyes after a moment, letting the recollections all sweep over him, raising his chin slightly into the air as he did so, so that the breath he took could fill his chest. New York.
Everything changed, and they were standing on a rooftop in a heartbeat. The rooftop where Peter had first flown so undeniably that Nathan couldn't pretend otherwise. Where they'd embraced. Gabriel had never been here, but he remembered it, and everything was sharp and clear around them.
Just the thought of flight, and Peter, and it had brought him here. He hadn't even planned it, or tried hard to focus on the feeling, just inhaled and let it sweep over them. Sylar opened his eyes. ]
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It was all so exciting, the powers he had. Terrifying too, but he wouldn't have traded it for the world. Not when Peter clearly felt so much the same as he did.
When he looked back up at Peter at last, he was looking away, all but flushing in shame, and Gabriel thought like he should go over to him, reassure him somehow. He held his ground despite the whim, and thought about the abilities he had, turned to look around the plaza once more where once everything had changed. Lives begun, others ended, a bright light in the sky. He remembered misery and comfort, joy and deep, soul crushing grief, pain in every part of him at once and piercing his chest. There was a scar there, down across his abdomen, where once upon a time a sword had been driven through him, and now, in this environment, he could actually remember it.
He closed his eyes after a moment, letting the recollections all sweep over him, raising his chin slightly into the air as he did so, so that the breath he took could fill his chest. New York.
Everything changed, and they were standing on a rooftop in a heartbeat. The rooftop where Peter had first flown so undeniably that Nathan couldn't pretend otherwise. Where they'd embraced. Gabriel had never been here, but he remembered it, and everything was sharp and clear around them.
Just the thought of flight, and Peter, and it had brought him here. He hadn't even planned it, or tried hard to focus on the feeling, just inhaled and let it sweep over them. Sylar opened his eyes. ]