💙 (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. 

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.”

At first, Paige felt a pang as he spoke, unsure of just how to react to what it was he was saying. She sighed heavily as he crossed his arms, reaching her hand up to scrub at her face in an almost frustrated manner. How in the fuck was she supposed to react to that!? 

She looked at him from between her fingers, her expression weary before dropping her hands. “..Alright, alright, quite your pity party..” She grumbled, pushing from the counter she leaned against. 

“You said you wanted a water, right?” She prompted, even as she went to get it. 

“Pity- it’s not a-” Syx started before bitterly scowling at the floor, “I like it this way. This is fine,” it was fine. It couldn’t be any other way.

He watched her disappear to get the water. Fidgeting around he took off his mantle and cape, dropping them to the floor. Oozing back into the chair, he was just so tired and sore.