Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

Syx raised an eyebrow, “Which is exactly why I wouldn’t ‘cause injury’ in the first fucking place. Gods aren’t supposed to bleed,” he snorted, “Just because I get shook up seeing it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do it. I need to know that so I don’t fuck up and accidentally hurt him. As impossible as I once thought that was.”

“And I am not an idiot,” he smacked the pretzel out of his face, “I know just what those fuckers would do if they could,” his lips drew thin and paled at the unwanted memories, “There isn’t a human on this planet that could piece together my notes even if they were all written down. My technology would be just as bad in their hands as that information would be,” he mumbled like a paranoid man, biting the inside of his cheek to shut up. He’d gotten yelled at by his Uncles too often for his paranoia no matter how warranted Syx knew it to be.

The concentrated power of the sun bit had him rolling his eyes. He hadn’t tested it on Wayne though he had finished building it, “Like that would do more than cause a sudden bought of nakedness.”

[’Gods’? Good lord, he wasn’t kidding about putting Metro Man on a pedestal. They might have god-like powers, but they definitely weren’t at that level. She has been around true gods and knows where she stands on that matter.] Gods can bleed. They just don’t stay hurt or stay dead.

[She allows the hand he had slapped away to drop to the table, exposing the numerous needle scars at the bend of her elbow.] It’s not individual humans that are the problem. It’s organized groups that can restrain even a god.

Syx rolled his eyes, “It’s a figure of speech. You are aware of how the sheeple of the city see Metro Man, right? The statue they built? The whole worshipful museum.”

His eye lock on the needles, bouncing between those and her forehead, “You’re… talking from experience I assume?”

Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

“Ah,” Syx frowned softly, “The world has gotten quite… strange since I came here, but roughly speaking it’s still my Metrocity,” it did give a horrible thought, to have truly lost all the people he had known… it was strange enough when his father had become his mother.

He blushed a light lavender when his staring was called out. Worrying his lip in thought, he reminded himself what he had learned from Harrison’s Wayne. Similar, but not the same. He’d had to do a lot of thinking lately anyway… maybe it would be okay to open up a little.

Syx steepled his fingers before him, “Do you know why I throw myself relentlessly at Metro Man despite always failing? It’s the same reason that I used to punch brick walls in prison,” he tipped his head long blue fingers tracing nearly faded away scars on his knuckles, “Because I’m the only one that can get hurt. I know that no robot or laser I throw at him will do more than mess up is hair.”

His bright green eyes sought hers, “Why would I really want him dead? Any of you dead? He’s all that remains of everything I lost. We’re the last. Even if there are technically more of us now.”

“I’ve envied him, I’ve hated him, I’ve loved him, and he’s broken my heart a million ways whether he was aware of it at the time or not,” Syx shook his head with a sigh, “You’re not the first I’ve seen with scars, just not nearly so… severe? It still is just… I put Wayne on a pedestal. He was unbreakable so it was okay to hit him. It was stupid and immature and idiotic as much as it was fun and entertaining. But it meant that when he did get hurt… when I see any of you hurt… it’s as if gravity suddenly failed. I’m still trying to figure out what to do with this new information.”

[Throughout his little speech, Wendalyn has been eating her pretzel and watching him with a seemingly lazy interest. She is listening, but he isn’t saying much that is actually interesting. The most interesting thing that he mentions is having a soured romantic relationship with his Metro Man too.]

You must have misheard me. I said ‘cause injury’, not kill. [She takes another bite of pretzel.] It’s far more attention getting than any half-baked memory bomb.

As for what you do with information like that… You keep it to your fucking self. [The half eaten pretzel pointed at him does nothing to soften the hard look she’s giving him. She is dead serious and he had better realize as much.] Don’t write your theories down. Don’t draw up plans that play off a perceived weakness. If you don’t want my kind dead or worse, you don’t draw attention to the possibility that more than the concentrated power of the sun can harm us.

Syx raised an eyebrow, “Which is exactly why I wouldn’t ‘cause injury’ in the first fucking place. Gods aren’t supposed to bleed,” he snorted, “Just because I get shook up seeing it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to do it. I need to know that so I don’t fuck up and accidentally hurt him. As impossible as I once thought that was.”

“And I am not an idiot,” he smacked the pretzel out of his face, “I know just what those fuckers would do if they could,” his lips drew thin and paled at the unwanted memories, “There isn’t a human on this planet that could piece together my notes even if they were all written down. My technology would be just as bad in their hands as that information would be,” he mumbled like a paranoid man, biting the inside of his cheek to shut up. He’d gotten yelled at by his Uncles too often for his paranoia no matter how warranted Syx knew it to be.

The concentrated power of the sun bit had him rolling his eyes. He hadn’t tested it on Wayne though he had finished building it, “Like that would do more than cause a sudden bought of nakedness.”

1000liveslived:

⚜ @syx-blue ⚜ cont

Alcohol was no stranger for this feline, though generally it was very rare for her to get to this level of drunkenness. She was a woman that could definitely hold her alcohol, her metabolism so fast and the demonic blood that ran through her veins allowing for a higher tolerance than any other. Aside from her Father, of course. It wasn’t terribly often that she got to this kind of a level, and it was the alcohol that took away any inhibitions she may have had otherwise. Though of course, sex with Syx wasn’t something that was entirely out of the ordinary to begin with. It was his words of ending whatever was happening between them, or stopping it or not being able to do it or whatever he had done had reached into a part of her she honestly didn’t know she had.

The feeling that he was abandoning her speared through her hard enough for her to speak without thinking, the drunken words flowing from her tongue without hesitation or second thought. She refused to let Syx be one more person that could possibly abandon her, thinking him to be doing exactly that. She wasn’t sure what was going through her mind, not bothering to think too hard on much of anything, even when he stared at her as he was now.

“Why would I what?” She demanded, ears turning back with irritation as she glared at him with wet eyes. “I didn’ fuckin’ stutter. Ya don’t get ta leave.. I don’t… I can hate you again.. I swear… I can hate you, please jus’..” she stopped, looking away with a bitter expression.

He’d barely even gotten his pants on, sitting on the edge of the bed. He’d drank some too, at Lyn’s drunken insistence. It was how they’d ended up here. Again. In this strange dance somewhere between love and hate and familiarity. He’d known her through all of her youth… his mate had been accidentally wearing Emmalyn’s face when they’d first fallen in love… it made everything so messy. It made it impossible for him to sort out what he really felt for the woman beside him now.

But her desperation and pain had his arms reaching instantly, blue hand cradling his pale pink cheek, “Em… Lyn… That’s not what I meant… it’s just not… you don’t normally…”

He blew out a breath through his nose, there was no good way to end that thought. So he kissed her instead.

His forehead pressed against hers, he grumbled, “What even is this?”

Measure Up

youcanttrapjustice:

syx-blue:

Taking his food, Syx leads the way to a place to sit. He picked a place where no one could come at him from behind, but also made sure the side for his companion to sit in had enough room for her size and dog. Ripping a bit of the pretzel and grinning at the hot steam that escaped, Syx dipping it into the cream cheese and munched on it happily. The dairy would upset his stomach later, but god was it delicious.

“So,” he waved a piece of pretzel around as he spoke, “Which one is yours anyway? I know of a few now. Let’s see…” he ticked them off on his fingers, “Female hero, tongue ring guy, two that wear suits… but I know you can’t mean either of those,” he tipped his head, feeling like he was missing some other options. His eyes flicked to her scar again, but he bit his tongue on the question for now.

His leather jacket sleeves were getting in the way and leather didn’t really roll up… why had he gone gloveless today? He sighed internally, recalling his parting touches with Anna before coming here. That had been the reason, but now re regretted his exposed wrists. Fuck it all, he’d just leave the jacket on and just suffer through it.

[Being that he has taken the seat against the wall, that leaves her with the choice to either give her back to the room or to sit next to him. Neither are appealing. She settles on sitting across from him and stretching her senses to catch potential threats. Fakk 2 is getting old enough that she can’t trust the dog to scent all ill intent.]

None of them. The Megamind I knew my entire life is still back in my original dimension, along with most of the rest of my life. [Wendalyn gestures vaguely towards Fakk 2, indicating that the dog had come along with her.] And don’t think I don’t notice you looking at my temple. But rest assured that he didn’t cause it. I have yet to meet a Megamind who has the balls to injury one of my kind.

“Ah,” Syx frowned softly, “The world has gotten quite… strange since I came here, but roughly speaking it’s still my Metrocity,” it did give a horrible thought, to have truly lost all the people he had known… it was strange enough when his father had become his mother.

He blushed a light lavender when his staring was called out. Worrying his lip in thought, he reminded himself what he had learned from Harrison’s Wayne. Similar, but not the same. He’d had to do a lot of thinking lately anyway… maybe it would be okay to open up a little.

Syx steepled his fingers before him, “Do you know why I throw myself relentlessly at Metro Man despite always failing? It’s the same reason that I used to punch brick walls in prison,” he tipped his head long blue fingers tracing nearly faded away scars on his knuckles, “Because I’m the only one that can get hurt. I know that no robot or laser I throw at him will do more than mess up is hair.”

His bright green eyes sought hers, “Why would I really want him dead? Any of you dead? He’s all that remains of everything I lost. We’re the last. Even if there are technically more of us now.”

“I’ve envied him, I’ve hated him, I’ve loved him, and he’s broken my heart a million ways whether he was aware of it at the time or not,” Syx shook his head with a sigh, “You’re not the first I’ve seen with scars, just not nearly so… severe? It still is just… I put Wayne on a pedestal. He was unbreakable so it was okay to hit him. It was stupid and immature and idiotic as much as it was fun and entertaining. But it meant that when he did get hurt… when I see any of you hurt… it’s as if gravity suddenly failed. I’m still trying to figure out what to do with this new information.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Syx turned over one of the clear ravioli on the plate, humming in interest, “Another difference between them, then. Wayne could cook, but it wasn’t a passion from what I could tell,” not that Wayne really ever opened up much to him. But he didn’t want to focus on that heartbreak with when he had a wonderful man sitting across from him. He smirked, “I am in awe of your’s skill then. It must take a strong man to keep cooking under a lustful blue gaze.”

“Also, most of this has made sense in one way or another… but why is the wine growing?” Syx queried, watching Harrison study the wine glass.

Watching the subtle shift in facial expressions, the look in Harrison’s eyes as he spoke… Syx wanted to see the man work. Wanted to see the look in his eyes as he discovered the solution to a problem. To see his face transform in frustration and delight and concentration. That and all the other fun that began to invade his thoughts at the idea of haveing a sexy blue man beside him in a workshop. While the villain was all about workshop safety… a perfect height lab table was a wonderful thing… as his thoughts wandered, he ran his thumb idly over the rim of his own glass, his green eyes hooded from his imaginings.

“It seems to be a sprig of basil ….” Harrison mused. Normally he would be more polite than this, but he figures he is out with a blue man who is just as curious as himself. Ah well, manners be dammed. He takes his knife, unused so far in the meal, and sticks it in the glass. He pokes the burgundy bottom and is surprised to find it is quite firm. A little grin crosses his face and he claps like Devin does when he succeeds at something brand new. Oh he does so love things that are clever and this, this is quite clever!

“The basil isn’t growing, its merely suspended by the stem in a gelatin,” he explains, looking up at Syx as though he just remembered the other man was still there. “I wonder what it tastes like. I suppose it depends on the wine…” He gingerly picked it up the glass and takes a tentative sip. “Hmmmm…. Not too old a vintage but …. the basil adds a little… brightness. And the gel might have a touch of…. cardamom. And something sweet. Maybe its cranberry or…. beet.”

Syx peered into his own glass, “Basil? Really?” he frowned thoughtfully at it. He was far from a wine connoisseur. He usually drank what was cheap or what Uncle Freddy recommended. He sniffed the drink experimentally, “What are they going for with this?”

Watching Harrison proved to be far more entertaining. His face split in a wide grin at seeing that happy clap. Green eyes dancing as he drops his chin into the palm of his hand, elbow braced on the table, “You’re adorable.”

“Sweet is good…” Syx took a sip himself, pursing his lips, “Very… odd.”

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

“You know… the good bad,” Syx gave a helpless sort of shrug and waved a hand as he spoke, “Not I’m going to murder you, evil, just…” his gaze wandered to the direction his Uncle had left by, “The sort of bad where you have to decide between following the law or surviving.”

With a look of faint confusion, he tried to explain what to him seemed obvious, “Good bad is taking care of your family and protecting your people. It’s not giving up just because some jerk sheeple in a fancy suit tells you that you’re worthless. It’s rejecting the faulty ethics of a corrupt city where everything is stacked against you and making a life despite it,” he waved his hand around at the restaurant around them, “It’s surviving despite the law, and the government, and the corrupt cops, and the hateful assholes. It’s not letting them turn you into something you’re not. Not giving into them.”

He sighed, fidgeting with his fingers, “I… haven’t always been able to hold to that idea as closely as I’d like… but I always shoot for good bad and not evil bad,” because he felt like that might need clarification as well, he added, “Evil bad, not bwahaha I’m evil, like I do, but like… serial killers and murderers and sadistic thugs. True evil is the people who don’t give one fuck who they hurt. Not just that they don’t care, they enjoy it.”

His eyes were hard and distant, “In prison terms… if you know those? Good bad is min-sec, white collar or those that got jailed for drug possession or minor theft. True evil is ultra-max. None of my Uncles were ever higher than medium,” he bit his lip and looked back to his hands, “You’re already sitting with the only person in my extended family to ever be in max.”

Paige was quiet as Syx obviously struggled with whatever it was that he was trying to convey to her, brows slightly furrowed as she began to tap her tongue ring against the roof of her mouth without thought. She did listen to what he was saying, though she found his explanation a bit odd. Weren’t they all trying to make a life despite what the government tried to do? Weren’t they all stacked against…? It was something she certainly felt about herself, having gained a bad set of cards from the very beginning of her life. Struggling with an abusive household that held a hint of neglect, Paige had been surviving from the very moment she could walk…

All through his explanation she didn’t interrupt him, letting him talk as he saw fit, trying to figure it out in her own mind as he attempted to explain it. While it certainly shed some light on how it was this man thought, it still confused her to think that so many people in this world were apparently this… good bad combination? She certainly felt as if she was, but she had done nothing actually illegal in the process. Did that make her just good? She wasn’t entirely sure, and quite honestly the entire ordeal was giving her a headache.

Though his admission that he was in max prison had her frowning, brows furrowing, “Max? I thought you said you were good bad? Why would they put you in max prison..?” she was so damn confused, and that was evident in how she was looking to him. Didn’t he just say that true evil got the max? He wasn’t true evil though, that much she was for certain. She had lived with evil, lived with a cruel man… from what she saw, even on the news, Syx was not cruel.

“Heh… Well… technically? I mean-” Syx fluttered his hands about wildly “-I do keep escaping. Warden said I was up to…” he looked up in thought, “99 life sentences? Destruction of property, disruption of the lives of Metrocity’s sheeple, death threats against the city’s hero…” he ticked off on his fingers, “there was was a public indecency accusation in there somewhere but that was total rubbish. I wasn’t the one who was naked, Metro Man was. Yes. I caused it, but how was I supposed to know that was going to happen?”

“But mostly I’m in Ultra Max solitary for the escaping part,” he shrugged. He’d always just assumed that was common knowledge.

Starlight Picnic

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

Syx ducked his had, “It uhh… Doesn’t translate well,” he didn’t have the context of understanding of his native language to even begin to hope at translating it. He traced his blue fingers over the warm brown of her neck, “It’s something mother used to tell me.”

Kissing her neck again he murmured, “It means love and promises and hope for the future,” sitting in the sandy earth, the stars above them, Syx curled his arms around Anna and threaded their fingers together, “Because right here, like this, with you, the future is a beautiful thing.”

Anna smiled a small gentle smile as Syx spoke, simply relishing in the sensation of her mate so close to share their combined body heat. Even if the layers of clothing he did insist on her wearing prevented her from being able to feel all of it, she was able to feel enough to relish in the sensation. There was a soft noise mostly originating from her chest as he kissed her neck, lips parting to let out a soft sigh. She felt an incredible sense of home as they lay together, only their close proximity keeping the chill of the air from touching them.

“..It is. And it always will be. Our place is not home… you are home,” she murmured, smiling that smile that seemed to only be reserved for him. Fingers tightening around his hand, she shifted to run her nose along his jaw line before she angled her head just enough to kiss him, trying to convey the love for him through the contact.

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!”

“Don’t leave me now, I can’t bare it. We can go back to hating each other if it makes it easier, just don’t leave me.” (Lyn, getting sentimental? Has hell froze over? Probably)

Syx froze at those words. His activities in the criminal world had been quiet of late. Not more grandstanding with Metro Man. He hadn’t even been arrested in four months… he’d been focused on sorting out his own life. In settling in with Anna. If figuring out his place in the multiverse…

And so he hadn’t been seeing as much of Lyn. He can’t even recall what he’d just said to her. The words had leaked out of his mind at her reaction. As it was, it had been an ever odd war inside of him at their strange relationship. It defied words or explanation. But… never in a million years would he have expected to hear those words from the feisty Hell Cat.

He’d been in silent shock for too long before he croaked out, “Leave -what?” he shook his head, trying to make the words order themselves in a logical way, “Emmalyn… why would you…?”

Do you like seafood, and if so, what’s your favorite fish to eat?

“Oh my yes. My Uncle owns a lovely Italian place, maybe you’ve heard of it? Le Coeur Brisé? It’s quite popular despite the name. I tried telling Uncle what the name meant, it’s funny really, but he didn’t seem to think it mattered.”

“What were we talking about? OH! Fish! I do enjoy some fresh local salmon. Minion catches them all summer. But if we splurge and get something from Nancy then I adore some swordfish or tuna.”

Trouble Cubed

1000liveslived:

⚜ Syx ⚜

Syx turned and gave her an incredulous look, “Oh god, no. One Doom Syndicate fighting another? I’m not suicidal. The whole city would look like a Mad Max film,” he shuddered at the devastation a full out super villain battle between powerhouses like that could potentially cause, “I want to forestall a major battle, not cause one.”

He sighed heavily and frowned softly at her show of concern, putting a hand halfway out towards her before dropping it and looking away, “I will,” he gave a half-hearted laugh and a shrug, “You know me, I always bounce back swinging.”

That last bit, though, “Fear?” his frown deepened, he was better at avoiding his darkest fears than facing them, “…how so?”

She watched him with an intelligent gleam in those pale eyes of hers, watching him react as he did. She knew this was likely hard for the blue man, and oddly enough she found herself almost sympathetic towards him. Not enough to openly help him and side with him, but certainly enough to soften her a bit in a manner that he would see from time to time ~~(when they weren’t bickering)~~. Much like her Father she preferred to keep a low profile… though should push come to shove, she would certainly intervene.

The question had her lips twitching just a touch, “Dad works on pleasure and happiness, yeah? The fine things in life. Call ‘imself a witch doctor fer a reason… works ta fix the ailments…,” she was speaking in riddles and she knew it… but it was how she needed to handle this right now. Where Jim used his powers to put people at ease, relax them and make them feel happy.. from what she understood and what he had told her, Jon used his smoke and powers to draw out the fear and terrify people. She hoped that Syx would catch her drift in where she was going with this, giving Syx information by explaining to him what her own Dad did with his powers…

“Yeah, so?” Syx looked at Lyn in exasperation waiting for her to finish the thought but she never did, then pinched the bridge of his nose, “You’re as bad as a Sphynx.”

“There… there are a lot of ways I could interpret that,” he sighed heavily, but waved a hand dismissively at the thought, “Yeah, neutral, I get it. Hell Sphynx,” he shook his head but pulled himself together as he prepared to leave. He had so much to do.

He softened and bit his lip, “Thanks, though, Emma. It’s more than I started with.”