half hearted

Sydney King is A Changed with it's humanity still intact. It serves as a warrior for the Red Shepherds of the Apocalypse and could be the key to finding a cure for humanity. Day 283 I was bitten Day 490 I finally lost myself Day 491 I was me again {indie original character} {modern verse able and oc + canon friendly}

[sydkii]

Lucy:

     She feels his lips curve against her own, and she can’t help but smile herself. She’s never been treated so kindly before, so it’s natural that she’s excited–ecstatic even. His tender touch caused goosebumps to dance across her arms and sent shivers down her spine. She gently places her hand on top the one supporting himself.  

                    “—Yeah, you’re right.” The slightest brush of crimson crosses her cheeks, and she can’t help but stare at him. 

     Lucy doesn’t ask why he kissed her–there’s no need for words. 

She agrees, yet she stays put, sat down on the floor like she’s always been, staring at him with pink cheeks. This realization seems to be a bit much for him as Sydney’s own flesh begins to match her’s, but instead of turning away, he simply grins at her. Such charm and he doesn't even try.

     “I think it looks very nice though, so I guess you don’t have to look as long as you trust me.” Now wouldn't that be a stupid thought to assume she didn’t trust him...They were there to save each other--in the past, present and future. Since the day they met, all they had was trust. Well that and some other feelings too. 

   Abruptly, the albino sits up straight, hands now resting on her arms.                                      “You’re beautiful.”

[sydkii]

Lucy:

     She felt her hair slowly falling to the ground–the way it made her head feel lighter was different. She had never cut her hair so short before, but a change in her style was probably the right choice. Not too crazy, but just enough. 

                    “—Thanks. I should be complementing your skills though. Maybe I’ll let everyone know that you’re the knew hairstylist around here.” She smiles, a bright ear to ear grin, and she interrupted with a soft, gentle kiss. 

     She didn’t hesitate in kissing back–not lustful, or zealous, but tender. It was their first genuine kiss–something she would remember for the rest of her life. Not the kind of kiss you’d give your mother, something more. A kiss that felt comfortable, a kiss that meant more than a simple peck on the lips. 

   He finds himself smiling against her lips, the nervous rush he had only seconds ago is gone in a flash because she’s accepting it. In this tiny moment, while his fingers brush across her pale cheeks to bring her just a bit closer, he can’t help but think how cute she is. He would have thought his mind would be running at a hundred miles per hour about how he’d just invaded her space without warning-- but instead, he smiles at how cute her comment had been. Silly. They were both so silly...

     “I’d agree to that but...quite selfishly I think I don’t want to cut anybody else’s hair.” 

     Sydney leans away, but not very far. It’s still possible to brush their noses together by the slightest movement. “--Still. You should take a look in the mirror. In case I need to touch anything up...”

[sydkii]

Lucy:

     She couldn’t help but smile at his remark–a small tint of red grazing over her nose and cheeks. “Yeah well I guess we’d both be screwed if either of us kicked the bucket.” What would she do? Her thoughts prevent her from thinking about such things, but in all honestly needed to consider what she would do–where she would go–had anything ever happened to Sydney. Staying with the Red Shepherds was her last resort. Maybe she would find Rod and search for this Penny person? 

     Who knew. Now wasn’t the time to think about it. It was time to enjoy herself–just for these few moments. 

                   “—I don’t know what I’d do without you, that’s for sure. Without you I would’ve died back in that shambled house.”

    He doesn’t like to think about that, but it is true. She really would have died if he hadn’t stumbled upon her beaten and tired form. Sometimes it made him think about what would have happened if Penny hadn’t of found him in that very same condition? He probably would have died or become a full Changed before he ever had the chance of running into Lucy out there. If he were lucky, maybe they would have met ...but then again, he had been infected. 

     But it’s alright now. Fate had been in their favor, and he’s never actually thought this, but he’s sort of...grateful for the Apocalypse... in a way.

      Before he knew it, half of her hair was no longer attached and it was scattered about on the ground. He took a small breath and stood, stretching out his sore knees, and then moved around to sit in front of her. 

     “It looks nice.” He comments, reaching forward to touch up a few strays longer than the rest. The knife scraping against the hair made it look a little sloppy, but it wasn’t actually bad. “I was right...short hair really suits you.” Saying this, the boy rests the knife to the ground and takes her hair between his fingers again; stroking it in order to make it look neater. It was then, without another word, he leaned forward to close the distance between them in a sweet kiss.

[adskiysolnechniydrochila]

[sydkii]

Lucy:

                  “—Eh, I change my mind. Maybe I don’t want to cut it off after all.” She had already felt her head get lighter, but she wanted to give him a little scare. She stays still despite her prank. “Don’t worry, I’m only kidding.” She feels his body relax, poor guy. Her head only began to get lighter and lighter–jeez, who knew hair weighed so much anyways? 

                  “—And anyways, I can’t afford to kill you. You’re the only person who’s important to me, remember?”

    If she was trying to give him a heart attack, she nearly succeeded. He had just watched a large chunk of her soft golden hair drift to the floor when she mumbled such things-- He almost screamed. So of course, it’s no surprise that he wears a small pout when she laughs it off as a joke. How cruel.

    But he immediately forgives her. Not only due to what she said next... but well, there’s no way he can be mad at Lucy. Not for long at least.      Her words made his stomach do a total flip, and the scowl on his face soon turns into a smile of content.

     “...I could say the same.” The half-Changed says quietly, running the blade across another handful of hair. He’s made sure it was around the same cut as the rest. It’s just above her shoulders. “’Course there are other people I care about but...” She’s the one that means the most. “Lucy is the one I can’t see a future without.” 

[sydkii]

Lucy:

      She quietly sits, knees tucked under her bottom to prop herself up. There wasn’t a chair, so she would have to make do with what they had. “—Thanks for doing this, I really appreciate it.” There was no way in hell that she would be able to cut her own hair–and without a mirror at that. 

                    “—Just try not to kill me, okay?”

   In this position, he’s too tall, and being seated along with her only makes him shorter, so the boy decides to stand on his knees. It’s almost perfect this way. But he takes a little longer to decide just where he’ll start. He’s not exactly a professional. 

   “Just...don’t kill me if I don’t get this perfect.”

   He sounds playful at that comment, but if she were to look over her shoulder at him, she’d see how nervous he was. Her hair was beautiful and soft despite the harsh world they lived in-- he didn’t want to chop too much off. So he brushes his fingers through it and takes his time deciding where he’ll make the first move.  

    After a few more strokes, he takes a thick lock of hair and, finally, runs a blade through; dropping the first few inches to the floor at his knees. There it goes....

[sydkii]

Lucy:

                    “—Oh please, I would never ask you to help me clean my room. How childish.” She pauses, “But if you insist.” A small smirk crosses otherwise dirtied features as she motions for him to follow. Not that her room was a pig sty or anything, she just thought it would be neater.

     She opens the little “door” to her room, pushing it aside to allow him through. It only consisted of a mat, a few articles of clothing, and stray pieces of paper here and there. Writing was her hobby in the mean time. She searches through her bag and comes across her rusty pocket knife: small, but durable. 

                    “—Think you can cut it with this?”

    The help would always be there-- he was always willing to clean up any sort of mess. It was in fact a peeve of his he had to keep under control while out on the run during the Apocalypse. There was no time to tidy up between shelters, of course.  

    Compared to all of those messes, however, this seemed quite tame. He almost snickered upon their entry, but kept it to himself when the door was closed behind them.

   “Hm..I’ll do my best.”  He would have at least been more confident with a real pair of scissors, but then again, where are they going to find those laying around here? “Go on, sit down.”

[sydkii]

• repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information • hover underlined ‘links’ for better explanations, should you need them. • pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses. • tagged by: yuxgenai  aGAIN

▍ FACE CLAIM: Allen Walker ▍ NAME: Sydney Dylan King ▍ AGE: 19 ▍ GENDER: male ▍ NATIONALITY: American ▍ BIRTHDAY: October 1st ▍ RESIDENCE: Red Shepherd Safe Zone Base ▍ MARITAL STATUS:  single (verse dependent) ▍ SEXUALITY: straight

L I K E S ▍ DRINK: cherry lemonade and orange juice ▍ FOOD: salmon ▍ DAY OR NIGHT: day ▍ SNACKS: lox with cream cheese ▍ QUOTE: “You’re too good to stick yourself with a deadman.” ▍ PET: A cat named Bindi that went missing ▍ COLOR: red/white ▍ FLOWER: lavender

L O O K S ▍ HEIGHT: 180.34 cm - 5'11″ ▍ BODY TYPE: lanky but athletic  ▍ EYE COLOR: grey (once it was blue) ▍ HAIR COLOR: white (once it was brown)

tagging: @bounciin @aestuavis @deiityisms @stxlker kay thats it

[sydkii]

Lucy:

Such a pleasant conversation to be having at the end of mankind, don’t you agree? She finishes her meal, making sure to put her plate where it goes and brushes off her clothes. Lucy unravels her hair–it’s slightly curled from being up in a bun for so long. Maybe it was a good idea to cut it. Having it grow down to the small of her back was probably a hazard now.

                “—So, who’s room do we wanna do this in? Mine’s kinda a mess, but we could still go there if you want!” 

    “Well it doesn’t matter.” Then again, if she really didn’t mind, it would probably be better to wander off to her living space. They’d get more privacy there, after all....Not like cutting hair really required that but...he’d feel a lot more comfortable with less distraction. Lucy herself was distracting enough. The boy couldn’t keep his grey eyes off her half the time.

“Let’s go to your room.” He finally decides with a small nod.       “I’ll help clean it up while we’re there, if you want?”

[nagxeki-archive]

            SHE SMILES at his feedback. “Well then let’s hope it looks good!” She was thinking something maybe just above her shoulders? Lucy craved change–and if cutting her hair made her feel free, then so be it. 

            His gentle touch catches her off guard, but she does her best not to move. Like when an animal is in your lap, and with the slightest movement they’ll move–Sydney was that animal. Her face lights up a light crimson color, but she smiles. “Yeah, I guess you’re right!”

[sydkii]

He only pulls his hand back because he’s suddenly aware of all the prying eyes around them. Being the way he is, public affection was unheard of and well, he always figured that was best saved for privacy anyway. Plus, he felt a bit shy once he realized what he’d done. They both were a little pink faced by the time he turned back to his food. But other thoughts distracted him within seconds…

“All this hair talk…makes me wonder if it’ll be possible to change mine back sometime in the future…”

[musesgonnamuse]

that’s the DIFFERENCE between YOU & ME

          you WEAR a weapon

                                       i AM a weapon

[kashis]

[sydkii]

Tagged by: @nagxeki

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must re-post and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love. You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

TEN  QUESTIONS

✕   what is your favorite word?         “Indubitably is a funny word isn't it?”

✕   what is your least favorite word?         “...monster.”

✕   what turns you on?         “A strong drive? Does that make sense?.”

✕   what turns you off?         “Fake smiles.”

✕   what sound do you love?         “Idly tapping on the keys of a piano.”

✕   what sound do you hate?         “Screeching a violin...”

✕   what is your favorite curse word?         “UM. WELL. Uh...darn?”

✕   what profession other than yours would you like to attempt?         “Well, once I wanted to be a musician?”

✕   what profession would you NOT like to do?         “Funny because this is what I do now but...zombie hunting.”

✕   if heaven exists, what would you like to hear god(s) say when you arrive at the pearly gates?         “Honestly --- ‘Turn back around for Penny’.”

BONUS  QUESTIONS

✕   something most people don’t know about you?          “My hair used to be brown aha...”

✕   sexual preference?          “Penny...?”

✕   what position do you sleep in?          “I sleep on my stomach.”

✕   what if someone told you…you HAD to lose, just this one time?          “...But what of my friends?”

✕   greatest fear?          “Losing myself entirely...”

✕   if you could leave one thing to be remembered by, what would it be?          “Hm...well, people say I’m very selfless. I suppose that or my dumb white mop will be remembered when I’m gone.”

✕   what’s your middle name?          “It’s Dylan!”

I’m just gonna tag my first 10 followers lmaoo @albiniism @aestuavis @gozen5 @jxstadream @ikanaidc @masterette @meidokyua @pumpkiit @deiityisms @cilvana

[nagxeki-archive]

            SHE SMILES at his feedback. “Well then let’s hope it looks good!” She was thinking something maybe just above her shoulders? Lucy craved change–and if cutting her hair made her feel free, then so be it. 

            His gentle touch catches her off guard, but she does her best not to move. Like when an animal is in your lap, and with the slightest movement they’ll move–Sydney was that animal. Her face lights up a light crimson color, but she smiles. “Yeah, I guess you’re right!”

[sydkii]

He only pulls his hand back because he’s suddenly aware of all the prying eyes around them. Being the way he is, public affection was unheard of and well, he always figured that was best saved for privacy anyway. Plus, he felt a bit shy once he realized what he’d done. They both were a little pink faced by the time he turned back to his food. But other thoughts distracted him within seconds...

“All this hair talk...makes me wonder if it'll be possible to change mine back sometime in the future...”

[nagxeki-archive]

          “I HOPE it doesn’t look bad—I’ve got a butter face y’know! What if it only makes me look fatter?!” Such a childish thing to be worried about. How can she be so stressed about her appearance in the apocalypse? Perhaps it makes her feel … normal, again. 

          “But anyways, who cares. I need to do something with myself. It’s startin’ to get boring around here.” God forbid if something exciting were to happen—like a Changed attack. 

[sydkii]

“I’m gonna be honest with you when I say this but...I had no idea what butter face meant until just now.” He pauses to set his fork down and then glances her way to examine her face. Her words were agreeable with him--change was needed. Ironic to say when their literal walking nightmares were called Changed -- but that’s not what matters.

“If it means anything to you...I think a shorter haircut would actually fit your face better!” Without much thought, Sydney traces his hand across her cheek , maybe a little slower than meant to. “It’d be like a frame..”

[nagxeki-archive]

Tagged By: @nagxeki

BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

I tag: @cxervo, @albiniism -- i dont have  a lot of friends lmaoo

[sydkii]

ooc; So im thinking about adding Penny onto this blog (possibly making this a duel blog?aha). Basically she’s the opposite of Syd in every way and I hope people love her. I’m okay with RPing her ANY TIME even though I don’t have an about up just yet. She’s the girl that’ll possibly, maybe save the world from the Apocalypse. In modern verse--She’s just a homeless wanderer with a salty attitude. Watch out