💙 (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. 

“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.

Paige used the moment she was alone to figure out just what in the hell was going on. Speaking with him, she was able to at least figure out why it was that he lied to her.. while she still hated lying, she could understand why. Because holy shit, if she saw him walk in like that? No fucking way. She still wondered just if everything was true.. if all of it was a lie or not.. he said he had truly been here to see her, but was that just another lie? 

Sighing, Paige returned with a bottled water, moving over to where Syx had come. There was a certain weariness to how she carried herself now, her lips pressed together in a thin line as she handed it over. “Here..” she murmured the word softly

Taking the bottle of water, Syx unscrewed it and drank greedily. He’d barely realized how dehydrated he’d been. Whipping his mouth he glanced back at Paige, shoulders hunched, “I’m sorry that… I gave you a false impression of me,” he looked away, unwilling to see the hurt and accusations that would surely be on her face, “This is why… why I couldn’t get a tattoo. It wouldn’t have worked with the holowatch activated. And if I turned it off… well… this,” he waved his hand about, finally glancing back towards her.

She hadn’t done any more screaming or shouting. That was a good sign. He knew not everyone hated him, but most did. In a city of thousands, he’d only ever had his Uncles and the Blues. Such a tiny handful. It was hard… trusting someone new.