Been trying to get back into drawing/writing. I came up with this when I realized they're both designed to be representations of Death, and share the same color palate (white, red, black, grey/silver).
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
“I like small things.” The warframe says, a crystal bud in the earliest stages of bloom pinched between his digits.
The bud would look small in any average bot's servo, but in the triple changer's hold, small is an understatement. The sight is ridiculous..... If impressive. A testament to the mech's control over his strength.
The diminutive thing glittered as it's stem was delicately rolled back and forth, reflecting rainbow hues into red optics.
The big mech continues to admire the colors, not bothering to flinch when a cluster of tangled cables and fluid lines are tugged free of their little nook within his chassis and left exposed to the cool evening air. His contemplative smile is steadfast and the crystal bud remains unshattered.
“You don’t say.” Gears grumbles as he begins to disentangle the cables and clamp damaged fluid lines shut. Primus knows the big mech lost more energon than the entirety of the mini’s own frame possessed. Now even the smallest of leaks risk lulling Astrotrain into an emergency stasis.
The purple mech gives an affirmative hum, his gaze then slides to the Autobot and his harried work.
“Why are you helping me?” Astrotrain asks.
“Of all the–!” Gears’s vents expel an irritated puff of air and he mutters, “In case it escaped your notice, I’m stranded on an uninhabited planet. My ship totaled. Absolutely wrecked! Fortunately, a person with a space shuttle alt mode is stranded here with me. Less fortunately, he’s a Con. But by some miracle he rather play with flowers than crush me. Too bad he ALSO rather play with flowers than stop himself from bleeding out. How are we supposed to get off this Primus forsaken rock if you're underfueled, huh?” He shoves the bundle of lines and cables back into their rightful place. And maybe he does so with a bit more force than is necessary. “If you weren’t so big, you’d’ve gone grey by now!”
Astrotrain chuckles. Just like his voice, it’s an all encompassing sound with a slight echo type quality to it. Only, this sound rattles his internals along with the mini digging around inside them.
Gears curses, trying to steady himself. Coated in oil, coolant, and energon as he was, it took effort to avoid slipping.
“Once again, my size serves me well.” The triplechanger's chuckle peters off into a sigh, “Stature is a point of pride among Decepticons. A sign of strength and innate power one cannot achieve through any length of training.”
Of course it is.
Even to Autobots, bigger frames are better. For the time being. They’re at war after all. The only real draw to minibots and lithe frames are their lesser drain on resources.
Gears rolls his optics. “Telling me you’re a real catch, are you?”
“I suppose…..” Astrotrain smirks and looks back to the crystal bud. “Even among warframes, there are so few that can match, much less exceed, my size…… Makes it difficult to imagine myself with a bigger partner.”
“Oh boo-hoo.” The mini chides.
He’s begining to think he had a better chance escaping this planet with smoke signals than wasting his energy on the triplechanger.
He growls, “Big mech can’t find someone bigger to hold him.”
“Weren’t you listening?”
Gears feels something settle against one of the armored nodes protruding from his helm. He just knows it’s that crystal bud sitting there. Perfectly balanced.
He tilts his helm up and the bud slips. It shatters somewhere behind him against the other mech’s abdominal plating.
Astrotrain is staring at him. Expression soft.
Then he smiles.
“I like small things.”
The mini is suddenly aware of a massive servo coming in behind him. Four blunt digits curl around his left side while the fifth slips under his right arm. Gears is pulled up as the purple mech shifts damaged plating back around the inner workings of his chassis. The sizeable puncture is no longer weeping fluids and spitting sparks.
Astrotrain brings his other servo up under the red and blue mech. Gears finds he can sit quite comfortably in the triplechanger’s palm. He also finds himself at optic level with said triplechanger.
“And you-” Astrotrain pauses. He retracts the servo holding Gears’s sides, gently (ever so gently) caressing the minibot’s frame in the process. “-are quite small. Even for an Autobot."
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