Roxanne had to at least admit as fluff pieces went, it could be worse. A local inventor was making headway into robotics with greater practical applications. The city was far more filled with such scientists now to the point that Metro City seemed to be on the verge of becoming thee place for innovation in the field. Buuuut Roxanne hadn’t managed to get an interview with the man himself, just his wife. She tried to burry that disappointment as she knocked on the door. A stay at home mom. What fun. Still, Roxanne was a professional, she put a bright, friendly smile on her face as the door opened.
Having advance notice in order to prepare beforehand, opening the door to what was, to Veda, a more than familiar face this time doesn’t have her immediately nervous. She smiles automatically, hoping the expression looks welcoming. “You didn’t have trouble finding the building, did you?” she asks, tone light while asking.
“Mrs. Sharma?” Roxanne smiled warmly, “And only because GPS is an amazing modern invention,” she laughed lightly as she adjusted her grip on her equipment, “Though not nearly as impressive as what I’m sure you’re used to,” smooooooth segue Roxanne, she groaned internally, “Are you ready for me?”
The elderly woman who’d been enjoying the music dropped the bills quickly into Wayne’s open case and scampered off upon seeing the look on Pandora’s face. Wayne was incredibly oblivious at first, continuing his mournful song. Strumming another note, Wayne tipped his head back and let the sun hit his face, his voice filled with overflowing emotion. The song took on a near frantic swell, chaotic as his heart.
Finally noticing the intensity on the pink haired woman, Wayne turned his head towards her. He was so used to wearing masks, his face only ever reflected his true feeling when he was lost in thought, so his friendly mask slid into place. He flashed a charming smile like a familiar glove. Even if it was far more uncomfortable and exhausting than it once was. His eyes still shown with his weariness, but his smile was as brilliant as ever.
His little Blue buddy used to call it nearly predatory, there was something about the larger alien. He was in truth as inhuman as any of the blues, humans just refused to be aware of it. Wayne was certain they did see it. There was a reason few wanted to actually befriend him. To spend a lot of time with him. Something that was off, unsettling. It was why his Mother was so insistent he learned to be a charming boy, to win them over. It had worked… but only as admiration. The charm and smiles had won him few real friends… and those were all gone now.
“I’m taking requests if you have something in mind, little lady,” Wayne offered, twanging the guitar string again. He noticed her stance but refused to acknowledge it. He didn’t do that anymore. Done, hands washed of the whole mess. It never did any good.
-For where to start? First at all, not a request. Totally. He would turn Happy song into a ballad to Death. She frowned and continued staring at him with full distraust and a hard desire to make the tree behind him collide against his head. – “No” she answered finally. “No songs.” then she crossed her arms, trying to decide if she should ask nicely or accuse him to exist.-
-“Metro man? What truck hit you? Not that one could really hurt you but…..” she waved her hands to gesture towards his aspect, like expecting for this enough signal to get an explanation. Even his hair was a complete mess. His clothes? A Hippie Yoga instructor probably… This was too odd for her taste. No matter what he could tell her. He is Metroman. She just scanned his face’s structure and the crane and facial features say it’s him. Her system shows Wayne scotts, Alias Metro man, in the front of her internal screen…
Wayne’s brows knit and he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck, “Well… singing is really the whole point. Usually people like music?”
He just wanted to not be alone. Normally people just listened and he could enjoy just being near people for a while. What she followed up with had laughing easily. He was shocked in truth, he hadn’t been called Metro Man is so very long, but deflecting it had become ingrained.
“I do sorta look like him, don’t I?” Wayne grinned easily, “It’s the chin I think,” setting down the guitar, he shifted into his most charming mask. He was rusty, but his mood was decent enough that it wasn’t too painful. The mirth on his face never could reach his eyes. Holding out his hand to shake, he added, “Wayne. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”
Syx melted into her kiss, his free hand drifting gently behind her head, his fingers threading through her hair. The feel of it always delighting him. And her love. The smell of it, of her, he seemed to be able to read so many more subtleties the longer they were together. So many little flavors of it that he hadn’t gotten before. A faint bouquet that was all that much sweeter becuase he had learned to read her.
Wild and earthy and free. She reminded him of cardamon and dark chocolate. Campfire cooked marshmallows and the smell of the wind right off the lake. It’s why he had to take her here. Where the wilderness met the Lake. Where his life met her nature. Under the stars, he came from and on the Earth she was born from.
Syx would always be a city creature, but the woods always had a fascination… Even more so when he was wrapped up in his dear Tiger… No, his Evil Queen. His lips moved with a greater urgency as he rolled over the top of her, his kisses trailing down her neck to suck on the tender skin. Clever blue fingers worked their way under the layers of warm clothing, seeking skin. The fire of her, so hot to his cool touch. With his palm pressed against her side, he moaned softly into her mouth, “Anna…”
And then he recalled that the gift was only half over, “OH!”
Bouncing off her with a giddy smile plastered all over his face, he waved his hands about wildly, “I have more! I’ve been working on it for ages. Oh where did I put that?” the blue genius started digging through the pack, “Because you can hardly be an Evil Queen without a costume!” he looked over his shoulder and quickly added, “Not that you have to go out and commit dastardly evil schemes with me, but if you wanted to. And if you DO then we can put branding on this!”
The sensation of his fingers threading through her short hair sent a rush of desire through her, his actions meaning far more than words ever could. The gentle touch made it clear that he loved her so deeply, showed her that she was precious to him. There was so much to her mate that was before her that she got the true pleasure of seeing, so much to him than any of those silly humans below could ever imagine. He was passionate and charming with many different quirks that truly made him unique in his own special way. He was hers… he was her mate regardless of who’s arms he might lay in. In the end, Syx would come home to her, in the end her scent was marked so deeply into his skin that he would never have a doubt of who truly held his soul.
The instant he rolled to hover over her she turned right along with him so her shoulder blades rested flat against the earth beneath them. They were a beautiful mix of nature and mechanics, his own scent mingled together with the robots that he worked with and the various scents of the workshop he spent a good portion of his time in. Though beneath that, there was a unique scent she couldn’t quite place, one that was wild and untamed just as she was, one that never failed to put her at ease or rile her into a state as she was now as their lips began to move urgently against one another. She pressed further into him, making a noise of need in the back of her throat as she adjusted her hold on him to bring him closer yet…
Only to have him suddenly pull from her. Blinking her eyes open, her lips remained parted as if she were preparing to kiss him again as he bounced away with his usual energy, even if it was a bit more exuberant than usual. Forcing herself to calm down a bit, she merely smiled a small smile, watching him as he rattled on.
“Well, if I have an outfit now, you should absolutely show me. You can’t just tell me you have it for me and not show it to me, love,” She teased, smiling as she brought her thumb to her ring finger and began to fiddle with the ring that rested there. She was definitely curious enough, though definitely not enough to forget about her desire she still felt.
“Aha!” Syx cried in triumph and pulled out the cubes. He held them out to her and with a drop of water they reappeared. He showed off the thin strappy bikini first, “Now this doesn’t really look like much but it’s a special fabric me and Minion have been working on. It can stretch to fit any size or shape without braking down it’s elasticity. So wearing this, you’ll be covered regardless of what you change into and it will shrink back with you.”
He was giddy as he bounced and showed off what he’d been spending so many night perfecting, “I could have made it fully covering but considering fur and different limbs I was hoping the straps would give it the greatest versatility and still be relatively comfortable,” he shook out the cape, “This is for warmth and modesty. It is fully covering and has a deep hood and if we sized it right it’ll hit mid-thigh, buuuut,” he hit a button on the neck and the whole thing collapsed onto itself and formed a simple collar with a glowing blue pendant, “the material won’t provide any real protection, but it’s light and uses a very special variation of the de-hydration process. It rearranges just the molecules of this fabric. There aren’t many times when someone would need disappearing clothing, but this way you can go wolf without anything getting in the way!” his goofy grin split his face as he leaned towards Anna, awaiting her reaction. Truly hoping he’d done well in guessing what sort of things might be most useful to the woman who had so quickly become the most important person in his life.
{{ Being sneaky cuz I’m at work. My new book on Egypt came in today. I’m so excited. I’m also building up my head canons for the gods and turning all the horrible mess of incompatible myths into a usable narrative for stories while still staying true to the intended feel and role of the gods. Mostly focusing on Benny’s family in this regard. Sooooooo is people want to send me asks or chat about gods and head canons, I’d be all over that. ❤ }}
{{ imma put this here too. DO ANY OF YOU HERE LOVE EGYPT? I wanna chat with people. Also hey, I have a Egypt rp blog. }}
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