Ah the scars, the blue man should have known his mate was talking about his scars. Harrison doesn’t like what they represent, the moments of fear, pain, weakness, and vulnerability. But his mate wears them well.
Syx’s anger is also a surprise. He wouldn’t have thought the other blue man would respond like that, as though Wayne’s scars are some kind of personal affront. Harrison idelly wonders if this Megamind feels protective of ‘his’ nemesis or if it could be something more…. But again he says nothing. He wants to see how this will play out.
[The surprise is expected, as is the ‘what’ and the ‘how’, and even
the anger, but he wasn’t expecting it to be a vengeful anger. No, Wayne
had figured, at worst, it would be a jealous anger.][He glances
back to gauge Syx’s rage. Shrugging, he stirs the cocoa into the small
amount of coffee in one cup and pours the rest into a second cup. With
both he and Harrison keeping calm about the situation, it will force Syx
to calm down as well.] Most of my scars are because of those pesky
Magic Anons taking my powers for a short time and causing me to fall
through a roof. I rather literally asked for the claw marks. As for the
rest…[Turning around to bring the two men their mugs, he
exposes more scars. Claw marks on his left arm, thin white scars on his
right arm, and few oddball ones around the edges of his chest.] Well,
life just happens in a city like this.
“Magic?” Syx made a distressed noise in the back of his throat, shaking his head. That could happen? “Oh, evil gods…”
His eyes slid out of focus, “But then Wayne… that could happen to him too…” Syx’s arms wrapped around himself, “That’s not allowed to happen. Not to mine. I couldn’t…” he wouldn’t be able to take it. Not his invulnerable hero, “It’s hard enough with Anna’s curse…” he murmured softly, closing in on himself.
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