💙 (any of my muses :) You can pick)

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

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. 

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.

The way Syx had left had affected Paige more than she would care to let on. All her life she had people who took her in, people who she let into her heart, only for them to crush down on her feelings and her heart. Because of it, the woman had developed an issue of abandonment.. and to her, it was exactly what Syx had done to her. 

That morning, she had to come in early because she had forgot her purse. Slipping her key into the door, she breezed in without thinking, without checking to see if anybody was there.. 

So when she saw Megamind himself sitting there, she let out a sharp scream, scrambling back as her heart leaped to her throat. Though the scream was mostly because he had scared the shit out of her, when she was not expecting anybody to be there. 

Syx jerk awake violently at the scream, heart racing. Falling bodily out of the chair, he hit his head on the way down, “OW! My giant blue head!”

Curled over, he cradled his cranium on the floor, “damnit,” coming out in a soft whisper. Straightening and looking toward the source of the scream, the blue alien tried to recall what had even happened last night. His memories where haze and disjointed, the bags under his eyes showing how badly he’d slept.

Finally recognizing the woman before him. He must have come to see his Uncle Mickey. It made more sense than the vague recollection of being chased by living shadows and haunting looking mannequins. He murmured, “Oh… heeey… Paige, I don’t suppose you know how I… got here?”