for whack_a_muse: christmas sucks
Dec. 19th, 2009 02:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heroslayerHe hates the holidays. He always has. He figures that should be no great surprise to anyone who has even an inkling of how he grew up and how his mother was -- she was always at her worst during Christmas, shoving cheer and God down his throat -- but he also figures that they think he should be over it. Her saccharine sweetness and angel snow globes are long gone, and he has family and long nights spent outside, enjoying the winter and the season in earnest, now.
Still, however, he can't say he likes this time of year, and all because he feels neglected.
Last year, it was because he was some dirty little secret to be swept under the carpet. He kept his distance, trapped on the other side of Rockefeller Center while everyone skated and shared hot chocolate, as not to terrorize Molly or Matt or anyone else. This year, while he's an actual part of the family now, it's the way everyone avoids him. Claire pays more attention to Hiro than him and understandably so; Adam's too busy trying to patch things up with Peter and get to know Nathan; and Mohinder is just uncharacteristically cryptic when he's not being distant. He supposes that one or all of them could be planning some great holiday surprise, and their silence is just a way to keep him from figuring it out -- it's hard to keep things from him anymore -- but it still cuts through the haze of happiness he's been riding thanks to the rest of the family. It's still enough to hurt.
He doesn't speak of it to anyone, verbally or otherwise, keeping his thoughts and emotions under lock and key, and he decides he won't. Either it blows over in another week or so or it doesn't. And until then, he can sit by the windows when they get together for whatever Adam has planned for that particular evening and watch the world go by quietly, never bothering to put his two cents in to the conversations. It's not like anyone seems to notice, anyway.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 353
Still, however, he can't say he likes this time of year, and all because he feels neglected.
Last year, it was because he was some dirty little secret to be swept under the carpet. He kept his distance, trapped on the other side of Rockefeller Center while everyone skated and shared hot chocolate, as not to terrorize Molly or Matt or anyone else. This year, while he's an actual part of the family now, it's the way everyone avoids him. Claire pays more attention to Hiro than him and understandably so; Adam's too busy trying to patch things up with Peter and get to know Nathan; and Mohinder is just uncharacteristically cryptic when he's not being distant. He supposes that one or all of them could be planning some great holiday surprise, and their silence is just a way to keep him from figuring it out -- it's hard to keep things from him anymore -- but it still cuts through the haze of happiness he's been riding thanks to the rest of the family. It's still enough to hurt.
He doesn't speak of it to anyone, verbally or otherwise, keeping his thoughts and emotions under lock and key, and he decides he won't. Either it blows over in another week or so or it doesn't. And until then, he can sit by the windows when they get together for whatever Adam has planned for that particular evening and watch the world go by quietly, never bothering to put his two cents in to the conversations. It's not like anyone seems to notice, anyway.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 353
