Measure Up
His eyes were drawn instantly to the scar, a confused frown gracing his features as it distracted him from the question. Harrison’s Wayne had scars but the very idea of these tremendously powerful being ever being seriously hurt shook his very world view. Even more so now as a scar like that… Not only painful but potentially very deadly.
Snapping back to the conversation, he stuck his chin. He’d been mocked every which way about his name. Expecting someone do so again just validated the coil of resentment in his stomach.
His lips thinned as he spoke, “Syx, with a Y,” he drew in a breath to say something spiteful to nurse old childhood pain, but… he sighed and looked away. So much had changed in the last year and part of that had been the slow acceptance that maybe he did need to give people more of a chance, “It’s a pronounceable variant on my given name.”
His heel bounced in nerves so he started walking, towards the food court. If she was a danger to him it really wouldn’t matter where he was and he didn’t have gear on him to even begin to hope to take on a Glaupunk. Shrugging a shoulder in forced nonchalance, he told her, “I don’t know about you but I’d rather talk where I can get a cin-o-mon pretzel.”
[She had seen his eyes flick upwards and knew he wanted to ask. If he would stop being defensive and fearful, and be more observant instead, he might find a clue or more questions. Still, it would be interesting see what the twitchy little alien does.]
Cinnamon. [The correction is automatic. Suppressing the urge to add an insult afterwards is not. This is not her Megamind, so she doesn’t quite have the right to step all over his speech quirks. Though, it is amusing that he expressed something of a distaste for people not being able to pronounce his full name, then immediately butchers a simple english word.]
And I half expected you to get donuts. [Grinning, she and Fakk 2 follow behind him. If he’s going to leave the invitation for further conversation open, there isn’t much reason for her to not take it. Then again, if he had flat retreated, she would probably still have followed just to watch him squirm.]
“Tomato, tomato,” Syx shrugged off, pronouncing the word the same both times. He squinted up at her over his shoulder, “I mean… donuts are nice… but why would you assume that?”
Winding through the crowd proved not to be difficult at all. It turned out being blue and flanked by a huge woman with a dog meant they were given quite a bit of breathing room. Far more than he was used to since he normally only shopped (during business hours) in disguise.
When they made it to the soft pretzel stand, he held his chin up, expecting to be refused service. He made sure to flash the cash before the cashier could even question him, “Two of your finest pretzels. With butter and cin-o-” he glanced at Wendalyn, “Cinna-men,” getting closer but the word still felt weird on his tongue today, “And please tell me you have the cream cheese.”
He was actually rather shocked when the woman took his order without defiance or questioning him. It was still so strange for his skin not to immediately get him kicked out of everything on principle. The cashier looked up to Wendalyn, not sure if the two were together but guessing so as they had walked up together.
– then 𝓎𝑜𝓊 walked in and my { ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ } went
❝ ʙᴏᴏᴍ ❞
I’m 100% okay with your muse having a history with mine.
You want their families to be rivals? I’m down. They dated the same person? Cool. They have the same classes together? Neat. Our first interaction doesn’t need to be our muses first interaction. I like having already developed relationships, adds a little something. Plus, gives the opportunity for a “how did they meet” thread later on.
Date Night
“I don’t know why I’d thought of that just then,” Syx chuckled self-consciously, why did he have to blurt out odd things like that? He shrugged a shoulder, “I don’t really do small talk? It’s never been something I’ve ever needed to do. I really don’t know what to talk about. I don’t even know what goes on at those events but Wayne always looked sickening in a tux,” his eyelids hooded as he looked over Harrison, “I’m sure you do as well. Somehow I don’t you’d squirm they way I’d envisioned it. We’d definitely steal the whole show, though.”
Selecting one of the layered jellies, Syx poked it with a folk, “So what is this? It looks interesting.”
“I’ve never been one for small talk myself,” Harrison confesses, reaching for the glass with the round orange ball. “I’m proficient at it by necessity, but I don’t enjoy it. Trust me, I’d much rather talk about big things, complicated things, hell, even silly little things. That’s why I invited you.”
He flashes Syx a bright earnest smile, then hits the orange ball with the tiny hammer. The ice ball shatters, releasing a pleasant orange aroma as the liquor fills the glass. Harrison raises it with a wink. “Cocktails my good man. Bottoms up,” he says playfully before taking a sip.
Syx’s eyebrows rose, “Really? So this is like a Jello-Shot?” cutting a bit off the jelly, he popped it in his mouth, humming at the taste, “That is not a Jello-Shot.”
Blinking at the uniqueness of the experience, he took another bite, “This is all alcohol?”
Tapping his fork idly as he thought, his lips suddenly curled into a grin as he alighted on a topic that might prove some fun, “So tell me, my flirtatious Harrison, what’s the most audacious thing you’ve done in public? And I don’t mean those group orgies things. I mean, in a nice normal setting like this.”
Bank Heist
Megamind breathed through his nose, tightening and loosening his fists rhythmically as he worked through the pain, “Now to deal with this mindless imbecile.”
Pushing himself up to a knee, he peeked around the side of the pillar again. The layout was really horrible for a clean shot at the guy… he needed some cover so he could move. Biting his lip, he spun the de-gun’s setting to de-stroy and pointed up, “Stay down.”
Pulling the trigger, the ceiling exploded into a cloud of dust and small debris that rained down. Using the distraction, Megamind sprinted to counter that would give him a cleaner shot at the criminal. Random shot flashed through the dust cloud behind him as the man shot wildly and shouted profanities.
Scarborough shrugged one shoulder, then ducked and covered her head to protect it from the falling debris. She may not be able to feel pain, but she would much rather not have to reattach her own head. Not while in the human world, at least. That would be a bother to explain. So for the moment, following the blue-skinned fellow’s instructions was probably for the best.
With a flash of blue light, Megamind finally managed the shot. Hitting the target, the shooter fell to the ground as a tiny blue cube. Sagging with relief, the blue villain slowly made his way over. Toeing it with his boot, he started giggling, “Ha! How you like tHAT!”
Muttering ‘asshole’ under his breath, he turned his gun to de-coupage and coated it in glue so it couldn’t easily be re-hydrated. That complete he added a note saying “I’m the bad guy!” then started looking around for around for an exit. Just in case the cops decided to arrest him too. There was no trust between him and the badges.
Starlight Picnic
Syx laughed, his insides fluttering, “Right… Right,” he took a deep breath and squeezed her fingers, “Anna, we haven’t known each other long but I can’t imagine my life without you. When everything felt like it was falling apart you were always there to hold me together. We’re lost and broken… But together we’re better. And I… Anna,” he swallowed, biting his lips against the overwhelming swell of emotions in his chest, “Will you-”
“-fuck! I’m doing it wrong! Wait, wait!” Letting go of her hands he scrambled through the pack he’d brought. Pulling out a blue cube, he looked around for a water source before just cursing silently and spitting on it. A small velvet box, barely larger than the cube had been, appeared.
Dropping to one knee like he always saw in the movies, Syx held up the box and opened it. The ring inside was pure black and set with a shining dark diamond, “Anna, will you be my Evil Queen?”
Anna looked to him with a truly intrigued expression, brows furrowing in a manner that held nothing but the curiosity at his words. It wasn’t until he began to weave the romantic words that he was, that she began to clue in on what it was he was doing… and found herself absolutely floored. Eyes widened as her heart kick started in her chest, finding herself unable to realize just how it was she should act in this one moment. All she knew, was the fact that she was filled with so much love…
She watched him fumble her way through the pack, and while she knew what it was he was going to do, she didn’t say anything while she simply waited. She didn’t want to take away from his moment, didn’t want to take anything out of it in the slightest. When it came down to it, everything that was a part of this night was a part of who Syx was, spastic actions and all. It simply made the night all the more perfect, made the moment itself so incredibly memorable. She didn’t take her eyes off of him even for a second, not even as the velvet box was revealed to her from the cube it had been in previously.
She couldn’t help but how her hand came to press to her chest, eyes filling with tears. She didn’t even look to the ring, looking at nothing but Syx as she found herself nodding. “Yes… yes yes yes!” she moved forward in the next moments, pure love filling her chest as she cupped his cheeks and knelt before him, kissing him deeply.
Awash with relief, Syx wrapped his arms around her. His kisses intermixed with his bubbling laughter. Rising he grabbed a hold of her and lifted Anna up as he spun around with mad excitement. She said YES!
Falling with her back to the soft earth, he pressed his forehead against hers, pressing butterfly kisses over her face, “You’ve already been my mate… but you’re so much more. I- I just don’t have words. I don’t think it’s possible to be happier than I am right now.”
He hoped she could tell. Could sense his love. He just didn’t have to words to explain and no language on Earth seemed enough. Maybe something not from Earth… his lips pressed against her ear he whispered a soft prayer of love in his native tongue that he barely understood. But this his Mother had said to him, over and over filled with love in her heart to him in his crib before the end of the world, “ <I love you and everything will be alright because you are loved.> ”
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