💙 (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. 

Rubbing his forehead, Syx growled, “Do I look like I showed up for friendly chat?” setting his jaw he raised his chin in defiance, “No I don’t expect you to ever speak civilly to me again, but that doesn’t change the facts. Who do you think protects this shop? Keeps it from getting robbed in this god awful neighborhood? Who’s Uncle you work for?”

He knew this would come. Always knew. He only cursed himself that she would likely quite and leave his uncle without his best artist. Looking away from her accusing eyes he told her, “You… can just leave if you want. I’ll explain what happened to Uncle Mickey. You won’t lose your job… he’ll write you a reference if you prefer…“ or he’d forge it is Uncle refused.

Paige often wondered that herself.. and despite the fact that it was in a shitty neighborhood it STILL had some of the better artists she had seen.. and quite honestly this place, in her mind, had been a single step on the ladder she had in her mind, she still loved where she worked.. so leaving certainly wasn’t on her mind.. unless.. 

“..Considering you’re asking me those questions, its not that damn hard to fucking figure out, Jesus..” she grumbled, looking away as her finger tapped on her bicep again. Clasping her hands together, raising both fingers up to press to her lips in a manner that spoke of the patience she was trying to gather up as she gathered her thoughts. 

“…Did you ever truly want to be around me.. or was all of this as much of a lie as… whatever the fuck you did to change how you look..?” she asked the words quietly. She wouldn’t tolerate another lie.. and if the rest of it had been just as much of a lie as who he really was, she was gone

Giving her an utterly baffled look Syx came back with his own question, “I. Am. Blue. Not huuuu-maaaan. Would you have ever even talked to me if I looked like this the first time we met?” he couldn’t even walk down the streets without screams and looks, “And a super villain in case you forgot. I can’t exactly prance openly through the streets,” he waved his leather and spike covered arm dramatically.

Crossing his arms and closing in on himself he admitted, “Of course I came to see you…” she always made him long for ‘what if’, “But that doesn’t change anything does it?” nothing had ever changed since his school days, “I’m still just the blue freak.”