I saw your freckles headcannon and I present to you: the editor/Elroy snorts when he laughs really hard (Really bad joke, polyblank falling on his ass, getting tickles, ect) I just like the idea of him being nothing like his editor persona in your redemption au
AUGH, I'M ALL FOR THE EDITOR SNORTING WHEN HE'S GENUINELY LAUGHINGGGG
If I'm being honest, one of my biggest inspirations, dare I say, guilty pleasure, for this AU is the idea that perhaps the Editor is not all he seems to be....
Sure, he might be a pretentious, pompous bastard who wears tailor-made suits crafted from imported fabrics, each square inch worth more than your entire existence. Sure, he’s plastered across countless posters, advertisements, and magazine covers, either talking about himself or promoting products he’s never actually tried, all in the name of Syndicate propaganda. Sure, he and Mary never have to worry about making reservations at the finest restaurants Japanda has to offer as the moment they step through the door, they’re seated without a word. (And if not, he has a roster of personal chefs preparing delicate four-course meals at his command.)
But what if there’s more than meets the eye? What if he isn’t as flawless and immaculate as he makes himself out to be?
That perfect skin? It’s all a façade! Every morning, he wakes up at an ungodly hour to apply his makeup; concealing freckles, eye bags, and any minor imperfection under layers of foundation. (Who would take him seriously with freckles?) And sure, he might usually dine on lobster tails and caviar, but sometimes… sometimes he just craves Electric Squid’s mediocre sushi and might just send some underpaid Syndicate intern to go fetch him some.
"Why does he go through all this trouble," you may ask? At the end of the day, he’s a Syndicate head. He has a reputation to uphold. He’s someone to be feared, envied, lusted over. He can’t afford to indulge in shameful comforts, even if the other sector heads do and still retain their dignity. No...he’s the exception. He’s the Syndicate's golden standard.
That’s why, once he begins living with Poly in the AU, it finally feels like he can breathe. He’s no longer a sector head. He doesn’t answer to anyone! He doesn’t walk on eggshells or obsess over appearances. Of course, the change isn’t immediate. But as days pass, Polyblank starts noticing things: Elroy’s hair returns to its natural tousled state, the freckles begin to appear across his skin, he’s been raiding Poly’s pantry or asking him to bring home takeout after missions, and so on and so forth.
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