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Minion swirled around in his tank, disoriented, “Sir? Miss?”

He’d been up far too late into the night himself on his guilty pleasure the early final fantasy games. He never quite knew when to put the game down so he only let himself play when there weren’t any evil plans in the near future. The shouting and commotion had roused him, but it had taken far to long to actually get his robotic limbs moving.

As it was, Minion didn’t know what he was looking at. Seeing Anna comforting a strange woman and his Sir looking very distressed, Minion looked between them and started heading towards his Sir with a confused frown.

“Wh- Minion!” Syx shouted in panic, reaching out towards his brother, “That’s nOT ME!”

“Uhhh, Sir?” the hench-fish squawked, looking around the room in growing distress.

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In her state, Minion’s appearance doesn’t make Veda any more comfortable. Shying away even with Anna trying to help, she finds herself unable to focus on any of the group for very long, switching between the three every few seconds to try and figure out what was going on.

“I- you have-.” But of course he did, some small part of her reminds, a part that was easy to ignore right now.

Keeping her arms around her mate in female form, Anna ran her hands up and down his spine in an effort to keep her highly energized love calm. She knew her own calm nature and her ability to stay calm in many situations would be what would hopefully be able to get them all through this. Though unfortunately Syx had spoken and Minion had acted before she could actually say anything to de-escalate the situation before it even started to begin with. By now, one would think that she would be used to the fast pace that everything seemed to take from time to time in this area… but for now she merely sighed some and pressed a lingering kiss to the temple of her mate’s head.

“Minion, there has been some kind of accident. Syx and … “ she trailed off, looking to Veda now as she realized that she didn’t truly know her name. “I’m sorry.. what’s your name?” she prompted, motioning towards Veda where she sat in Syx’s body.

@syx-blue

Minion spun in his tank, blinking his big brown eyes, “Holowatch?” he tried hopefully, maybe there had been a malfunction… both sets of eyes were green… he squinted at the not-Sir… no those were definitely the right eyes. What was going on here?

Syx pressed himself into Anna and drew in a tight breath, “Minion,” he felt so weak and helpless, “I need you?”

Despite his confusion, Minion responded to the plea. His large furry arms wrapping around both Anna and true-Sir, “It’s all right, Sir. We’re home, Sir. Everything will be better in the morning, you’ll see.”

They were words he’d said so often, like a ritual.

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Date Night

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syx-blue:

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.”

Harrison chuckled at the thought of a $40 agar-based cocktail as a ‘Jello shot’. He was enjoying watching Syx as much as the drink in his hand. He was about to tell his companion later just how adorable he was when he tried something new however the change in topic surprised him. He sat up a little straighter in his seat and laughed.

“No small talk indeed,” he teased. “Well… I’m not one to kiss and tell,” he said dramatically, “but there was this one time….” He swirled the orange liquor in his glass, taking his time to finish the last sip of his drink before continuing. Presentation after all. He set the empty glass in front of him before he began his story.

“I was young, god, had to be twenty? Minion and I were just starting out with Megamind Inc and I needed a very particular software license in order to make our first direct-to-market printer usable by the general public. The problem was that one of my competitors was also courting this same software company and frankly they could offer more money upfront. It was a family business, Dad was a bigshot in the 80′s for hitting on some particularly integral code for Apple II and there is his son, only a few years older than me but he was clearly being groomed to take over from daddy dearest. Now during my entire presentation, Junior will not stop staring at me and you know what I mean by staring right? Not the ‘oh my god an alien’ stare but the kind of stare where he is clearly undressing me with his eyes. But everyone else in the room is looking at me so no one else seems to notice. So I finish the presentation and I’m answering everything that Daddy is throwing at me, but I still don’t think he’s convinced. We adjourn and I overhear Junior say something about needing to use the restroom.

A few minutes later I follow him in just as he’s washing his hands and mm-mmm I don’t know what came over me.”

He flutters his lashes innocently then his smile curls into a look that is positively wicked.

“I grabbed him by the tie and pulled him back into one of the stalls. He tried to give me some bs about not kissing men, but I just laughed and kissed him anyway. That boy melted like butter in a hot pan. Then I fucked him fast and rough against the stall door.” Harrison’s eyebrows danced in devilish delight and he leaned back with a dramatic wave of the hand. “I got the account by the way.”

After finishing his cocktail, Syx burst out laughing, “I’ve messed around in some awkward places but never in a bathroom,” his shoulders shook as he chuckled, “I can’t say I blame anyone for not being able to take your eyes off you,” he gave Harrison a smoldering look, “We are devilishly handsome.”

He reached for another of the unique cocktails, hemming and hawing over which one he wanted before selecting a suspended fruit. He turned the glass in his hand marveling at how the fruit bits floated, “However I think I have that beat,” he winked at Harrison over the top of the glass, “Inside the Equestinator during a time-out during battle. Roxanne was pissed, it hadn’t been planned and no one thought to untie her when we got distracted.”

Measure Up

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syx-blue:

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.

Date Night

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“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

scarboroughskellington:

syx-blue:

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

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

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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“Sorry about him,” Syx fidgeted and tapped his foot, “I do promise the food is good,” he bit his lip, smelling her sudden anxiety as she passed.

“Weeeell,” Syx looked around hopelessly and sat down with a thump, “Yeah, Uncle Freddy has always been rather rough around the edges,” Syx frowned looking at his hands as he twisted his fingers, “He’s not a bad sort, though. I mean… he is, but the good bad, not the bad sort of bad,” he waved his hands in the air, “You know?”

Looking to Syx as he spoke, she had to work to not fidget herself, though she was certainly more at ease now that it was just the two of them rather when his uncle had been around. She listened to him.. and while she did believe that the food would be good, she wasn’t so sure that this entire thing was a good idea now. Not because of Syx himself, but because of how touchy and gruff Freddy already showed himself to be. Syx’s words had confusion coloring her expression however, brows furrowing a bit as she regarded him.

“..Uhm… not really,” she spoke with an almost apologetic look. “How can you be a good bad..? Isn’t that kind of contradictory?” She paused when she realized what she was saying and who she was saying it to.. well shit.

“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.”

Date Night

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syx-blue:

Biting his lower lips, Syx’s eyes wandered over the now exposed blue skin peeking around the mesh shirt, “Oh, you far outshine the de-core,” his lips curled up as he chuckled, “Actually it’s a new feeling to have someone else out present me for an engagement of any sort.”

His villainous costumes had always been wonderful thanks to Minion. Sitting next to Harrison he almost felt under-dressed. Though he’d never dare show so much skin himself, though… He stood slightly and pulled off his leather jacket, setting it aside. His arms where exposed… But right now, that was just for the man across from him. As he sat back into the chair, his fingers rubbed over the edges of the hidden corset. Its presence and the extra layer of fabric reassured him.

Leaning back in his chair, Syx rearranged his face into a grin, trying hard to relax. So much of this strange relationship had been built of his being the dom and his nerves were making him feel like a failure in that. God he hoped Harrison didn’t fault him for that especially after all the bravado in the car. Not really knowing what to do with himself in situations like this, he steepled his fingers together before him, and blurted out, “I’d always planned on crashing one of annual fancy dinner fundraiser things the Scott’s host every year. Phantom of the Opera style.”

Harrison chuckled, his grin widening as Syx took off his jacket, exposing those beautiful blue arms of his. “Presentation is key. It takes work to look this good,” he drawled flirtatiously. “And its always nice to have my work appreciated.”

At that moment the waiter arrived with a quartet of small glasses on a small wooden tray. There were bright bits of fruit suspended in liquid, cut squares of layered jellies, and a martini glass smoking with dry ice. There was also a small orange ball in a glass which was presented with a tiny hammer. The waiter silently set them on the table then left quickly so as to not interrupt their conversation.

“As someone who has attended more black tie fundraisers over the years than I care to count, I believe every single one of them could have been vastly improved by the presentation of a supervillain,” he quipped before gesturing to the cocktails. “Though you’re not crashing now. Pick whatever you’d like.”

“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.”

Date Night

dark-blue-mondays:

syx-blue:

Slumping back in his chair, Syx wrapped his hands around his glass just to give them something to do. The comment about his blush, just made it get pinker, “So I’ve been told.”

“Hehehe,” he straightened and tried to shift his internal focus, “I bet Minion would love to see the kitchen of a place like this and talk to the chefs,” he laughed, “I’m not sure I could handle it if he started assigning drinks to every meal, though…” his expression fell, even though this universe was more accepting of blue skin, Syx doubted Minion would be as welcome.

Picking a bottle at random, he poured some into his glass and ended up with the plain water, “So… are all the restaurants you eat at like this?” he waved a hand about. Leaning on an elbow, he raised an eyebrow trying to settle his nerves and get his flirt back, “Or are you just trying to impress me?”

“A little column A, a little column B,” Harrison replied with a playful grin, thoroughly enjoying Syx’s continuing flush. “I certainly have visited my share of michelin star fine dining establishments across the globe, but no, not all the restaurants I visit are quite this elaborate.”

He leaned back in his chair, undoing the button on his jacket as he got comfortable in his seat. It gave Syx a view of more blue skin through the mesh shirt without the bunched coat in the way.

“I must confess though, I hope you find my company as impressive as the meal,” he said, flashing Syx a bright, confident smile.

Biting his lower lips, Syx’s eyes wandered over the now exposed blue skin peeking around the mesh shirt, “Oh, you far outshine the de-core,” his lips curled up as he chuckled, “Actually it’s a new feeling to have someone else out present me for an engagement of any sort.”

His villainous costumes had always been wonderful thanks to Minion. Sitting next to Harrison he almost felt under-dressed. Though he’d never dare show so much skin himself, though… He stood slightly and pulled off his leather jacket, setting it aside. His arms where exposed… But right now, that was just for the man across from him. As he sat back into the chair, his fingers rubbed over the edges of the hidden corset. Its presence and the extra layer of fabric reassured him.

Leaning back in his chair, Syx rearranged his face into a grin, trying hard to relax. So much of this strange relationship had been built of his being the dom and his nerves were making him feel like a failure in that. God he hoped Harrison didn’t fault him for that especially after all the bravado in the car. Not really knowing what to do with himself in situations like this, he steepled his fingers together before him, and blurted out, “I’d always planned on crashing one of annual fancy dinner fundraiser things the Scott’s host every year. Phantom of the Opera style.”

Starlight Picnic

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

He squeezed her hand, “Yeah, it was special, but it was more… well…,” a mischevious smile spread on Syx’s face as he saw they’d reached the top. He singsonged, “You’ll see.”

He pushed through the last of the low hanging branches. Before them, the sand dunes dipped down low, the lake beyond that. They were high in the air here, the lights of the city a distant dream. The huge lake seemed to disappear into the horizon, the dark water glittering as the sun sank low.

Just in time.

The sky was alight with warm golds and reds as the sun seemed to sink into the dark water. His voice soft, Syx continued, “When I was here… I could forget about humans and the pain they caused. Here, by this lake, under these stars… Under a red sky… waiting until the stars fill the entire sky…”

The sky was nearly cloudless, as the sun’s light sank away, the glittered. So much brighter, so many more than could ever be seen in the city.

“It was as close as I could ever get to…” his throat closed up as his eyes were drawn up. Not that he could see that star from here. It could be seen from Earth, but not from anywhere in Michigan.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts and squeezed his beloved’s hands again, “Anna? My Tiger? I… I wanted to…” his stomach tightened with nerves, “…ask you something?”

Anna found herself laughing at the mischievous expression on her mate’s face, unable to help herself when he was acting as he was. He was always so amazing in everything he did, the thought a genuine one as she looked to him rather than to what he was revealing. Or at least, this was true at first. Looking forward as they pushed through into the clearing, Anna found her breath taken away by the beauty before them, pale eyes that held a subtle glow widening as she took it all in.

She felt a deep rooted sense of peace here, as if she could lay here and never be bothered to truly move. As if the woes of the world and her own mind could never touch her as they stood together hand in hand… it was truly perfect in her mind. The colors of the darkening sky were all taken in with vivid clarity, able to see why Syx would love such a place with ease. She had fallen in love with the place on the first look… so it made perfect sense to her, anyways.

It was the scent of his rising nerves that prompted the shifter to turn and look at him, blinking once before her head tilted to the side just enough to notice. The action was more animal like than anything else, showing the rise of her own confusion as she squeezed his hands in return, shifting so that she was facing him now rather than the beautiful view that lay out before them.

“You can ask me anything,” she urged, her voice a bit quieter. Though even if it was quiet, the sincerity certainly still rang through.

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?”