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Syx sat on Harrison’s lap, the man’s mate watching them. When his gloves were pulled free and tossed aside Syx leaned his forehead against the other blue man’s. Breathing softly as Harrison shifted them to press a kiss against his wrist. More so then with anyone else he knew what Harrison felt for him. The bond between them, through their shared race and perhaps more. Not alone. Loved. Cared for. Never alone. Never again.

(Scar meme with Anna)

Her body had once been covered in scars too. When he’d first met her. When she’d learned herself they had melted away. An inky tattoo had taken their place along with deep mental wounds worse then Syx could imagine. The idea of losing all of your memories or yourself, made the villain shudder. Especially with how much he cherished his nearly perfect recall despite the horrors it sometimes inflicted on him.

When she kissed his stomach, her tongue tracing old scars, Syx drew in a shuddering breath. Her lips pressing to one with a very surgical nature. He stilled against her with a soft sound, focusing on the love she had for him to try and replace the connection with hurt and pain. They could heal together from their wounds. Healing each others scars with kisses.

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Syx and Wayne had been cuddling after sex. Syx with his arms curled around the larger man, cuddling his head to his narrow chest. The big spoon despite their difference in size. He hadn’t thought much of it other than to hum in pleasure as Wayne took his hand and kissed his palm when those lips pressed against the ugly scar on his wrist, though Syx froze. He still struggled to get used to that. The flicker of remembrance that shot through him. His arm went limp in Wayne’s hand, but he didn’t pull away. Pressing a kiss into his hero’s hair instead.

He remembered that old desire of children to have their parent kiss their wounds. Recalled asking Warden for that very thing. Idly he wondered if there would be enough kisses in the world to erase those scars. The wound they forever held in his mind.