💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

With his holowatch firmly in place and activated, Syx strode into the small tattoo parlor wearing his most often used dark skinned face. His afro filling a portion of the space his blue head did in order to help the disguise generator. He found that the less the watch had to drastically fabricate the more realistic the disguise and the longer the charge lasted. Generating flowing hair and clothing he wasn’t actually wearing stressed the-the algorithms in the watch and increased the likelihood he’d end up looking like a CGI character come to life. 

Smoothing out his leather jacket, Syx grinned at his uncle and leaned against the counter. Chatting about business and news since he’d been in prison. Passing on messages from those who were still inside. 

Noticing Paige coming in he gave her a little wave, heading over toward her and plopping down in her tattoo chair as if he hadn’t turned down every offer she’d ever made to give him one. He flashed her a wide charming smile, green eyes shining. 

“Draw up anything new while I was gone?” he always adored seeing her sketches for her designs. 

syx-blue:

Her frown only deepened at his words, her confusion growing. “Wasn’t normal?” she prompted, raising a brow. She felt as if there were something else he was talking about it.. but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure it out. “Well, I dont’ really think I would care if you weren’t normal,” She informed him, though her tone expressed her confusion. 

“I mean, look at me,” she motioned to herself, pink hair, piercings, tattoos and all, “I’m far from being normal, and that’s alright. I think I know you well enough to know that you’re a good person.”

Syx grimaced, “That seems kinda petty…” but it was what he expected people to say. They valued ‘good’ and he was ‘bad’.

“I’m… I’m not a good person, Paige,” face falling dejectedly, Syx stood, shoulders slumped as he prepared to leave, “I should just go. It was nice seeing your art again.”

it was nice seeing your art again.. 

His words had her freezing, the concerned expression on her face stilling as a deep rooted hurt flashed in her eyes. She looked away, hoping he hadn’t seen that, couldn’t see how much his words had hurt her. He wasn’t here to see her. She knew she wasn’t terribly close with Syx, but she did like him.. enough for his words to strike a chord. 

“Ah… yeah. See you around..” She cleared her throat, pushing her chair so that she wheeled back over to her desk, setting her phone down on the counter. “You know where to find me if you wanna come see my art again.”

As he stood, Syx could smell the pain on her without even looking back. Hunching his shoulders more, he gave a half hearted wave. It was better this way. For them to not getting any closer. To keep from having to lie over and over again.

—–

The next time Syx was in the shop it was without his disguise. Without even a plan. Half delirious and stumbling he let himself into the tattoo shop. It was too hard to keep going and he couldn’t think straight from whatever Psycho had hit him with.

Slumping down in the parlor chair he idle giggled to himself as he browsed through tattoo art until he fell asleep. Still laying in the chair come morning as the sun rose.