Pulsar tips his head and watches the display with interest, putting a hand under his chin and humming, nodding as he did.
“ Yes, you look like a male peacock. I do like peacocks.” However, he was hardly seduced.
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“How many of you does one city need?” Rockatoo grouses, slipping into Spanish rather than English for the complaint.
Eyes narrowing Megamind turned his head to glare at the mouthy woman. The Spanish he knew was the heavy slang from his uncles and the prisoners he grew up with, but he knew it very well. And all the swears. He snipped back in his slang dialect, “You have a problem with blue?”
“What makes you think that? she taunts, eyeing the apparently familiar man in front of her. Not skipping a beat when he responds and proves his own understanding, now she’s smirking to herself.
Crossing his arms, Megamind raised an eyebrow at her. Her tone of voice telling him all he needed to know in his opinion.
“You just seem like such a fan!” he continued in in the same language, dripping with sarcasm.
“Let me see” (Anna)
Huffing Syx tried to wave her off, “It’s fine really.”
Actually, it was embarrassing as the bruises were revealed. As his tight suit was peeled back, dark bruises covered his arms and sides courtesy of a hard staff. Those weren’t the ones he didn’t want to show, though.
She arrives. (Celly)
Syx had woken up from that nightmare again. It had gotten more frequent since his break up with Wayne. The stress, he was sure. Making sure not to wake Anna, Syx slipped out of bed and headed into the workshop. He needed a distraction. What he got was…
He made a high-pitched distressed noise in the back of his throat, beginning to hyperventilate. The void had come to swallow him whole.
She floated there, in the middle of the room.
A nine foot tall figure of a woman made of pure black. The void, like Syx was panicking over.
Although, inside of her form could be seen space itself, galaxies, nebulae, stars aplenty, and the hair that flowed from her perceived head was gaseous, brilliant hues of blue, pink and yellow all swirling about her and giving off the smell of a sweet rum.
The figure didn’t move, or even blink it’s eyes, which were a glowing red in the mass of black on her face, even as Syx had his crisis. Just floated, a dull rushing sound like wind? Perhaps. It came from her as well.
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Celestialess was having a hard time catching up to what was going on around her.
She had been moving from one place to another one second, and in somewhere she hadn’t been planning on the next.
Then a blue humanoid thing had come in, zipping about like a fast little, well, everything was fast to her, and it was taking a long time for her to realise that this being wasn’t breathing properly. Was it sick?
What was it that Al had taught her… There was so much, but she latched onto what he’d said might help her not be seen as a threat.
Very slowly, Celestialess blinked and brought her hands up, holding them up at her chest and showing her palms (not that there was much to see) and after ten seconds, her blink was complete and a loud, static sound began to come from her, as well as a multi-toned and multi-layered voice, predominantly feminine.
“ I Mean….No…. Harm….. Are you alright?” She asks, taking at least half a minute to communicate.
Nearly hyperventilating, Syx and backed up into a corner, back pressed against a wall. It was bad enough with the t h i n g just staring at him. Then it spoke. It was hard to even process what it said.
The sounds it made, how slowly, all when his heart was beating for fast and loud in his ears.
Finally, he croaked out, “Wha- what?!”
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“Matron?” Syx echoed, tipping his head, and of course Roxanne. Always Roxanne. But the last bit… “You have a son?” maybe she adopted…
Megamind nods. “I suppose you’re more familiar with ‘Warden’, rather.” she offers in way of explanation. Syx’s follow-up question has her motioning down one of the Brainbots, one with projection capabilities and a link to her private databases. “Yes, I do.”
“What…” Syx stared wide-eyed at the blue child that came up on the display. It could have been a baby photo of him… except the shape of the jaw was different, the eye color, the mole that reminded him so much of…
He stared open mouthed at the female Megamind, “Your son… your biological son? I…” he looked back and forth between the picture and her in shock. It had been the last thing he’d expected to see, “… how?”
웃 – “Do your parents know you’re out here? Does anyone know?” (Mickey)
The little blue boy blinked up at the blond woman. He shook his head vigorously no and put his fingers to his mouth in a shush motion. He was hiding from Daddy. Games were fun, even with Daddy’s mustache bristled.
Syx contemplated that, then nodded, “Okay, but you have to be quiet. We’re hiding from Daddy,” he grinned brightly. It was a fun game.
Mickey laughed softly to herself, nodding in easy agreement, “Of course,” She whispered, putting a finger to her lips to make it clear to the child that she would not be willingly giving his spot away.
Shifting, she moved so that she was less conspicuous now, growing silent in the game they were now playing
Seeing as she was friendly and smelled nice, Syx moved closer to her. She was part of the game now and he didn’t know many ladies. But they were nice. The ones he knew, and she was nice too.
When Daddy still hadn’t appeared yet, the little boy grew a bit bored. He’d hidden too well more than likely. He leaned his head on the woman’s leg sleepily.
imagine dating an immortal and finding a photo album of their exes who all sort of look like you dating back a century
Wow
What if the exes were all previous incarnations of you and the immortal’s been dating all of them in the hopes of getting you to remember your first life when you originally met them.
(( Oooooh I have always loved this idea but TWIST, it’s all the same person, but they look nothing alike. I love reincarnation love plots, but I hate the ‘your always fated to be the same person’ bullshit. What is one life they are a she, the next time they are a man? Or a different race or species? One time they are sassy as fuck, the next soft and broken? Why would they always be the same person again and again? They wouldn’t.
Different lives, different surroundings. Yet the same soul. How does the immortal deal with that? If they are straight, how do they handle it if their lover is the opposite gender now? Do they still try and date them or do they just try and be friends instead? Can they handle it at all, or does it bother them too much? Soooo many good possibilities. ))
“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”
Syx howled in pain, clinging tightly to his beloved Anna. He couldn’t cry, not like humans, yet his eyes filled with unshed tears. Inner eyelids blinking them away and blurring his vision. His face flushed as he rubbed against her, seeking comfort. It had been the hardest decision he’d ever made. Ripping his heart to shreds and leaving him a mess. It was right and needed. It was horrible and he was a monster. Nessisary to move on. Regretted instantly. Heartache overcame him.
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