Megop week 2020- Free theme
Megatron knew something was wrong.
He found Optimus kneeling in front of his statue, surrounded by a sea of blue. Optimus was many things but stupid was not one of them. He knew what the flowers symbolised.
Bracing himself, Megatron stepped forward, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Optimus didn’t respond, optics glazed, staring at nothing.
“Soo many” he whispered, “I’ve killed soo many..”
“You can’t blame yourself, Prime. It was war”
“Yes! A war we STARTED, Megatron!” Optimus snapped, whirling on him, optics flashing. “You can’t say it wasn’t my fault! Look around us! There’s no denying that they all died because of me! Denying it won’t make this all disappear. It won’t bring them back, no matter what you say!”
Megatron blinked, then scowled, “And sitting here moping won’t bring them back either! You’ve got to get out of this mindset you have of everything always being your fault, just because you carry the matrix, ‘Chosen of Primus’. You need to wake up from this-this..PITY PARTY that you always seem to be throwing for yourself! You didn’t ‘start’ the war! I did! All you did was try to stop me!...All you’ve ever done was try to stop me” his voice faded out.
Optimus was looking at him with stricken optics and it cut at his spark. He hadn’t meant to distress him further, he’d only tried to help but, as usual, things had escalated and he’d lost his head. Optimus always seemed to have that affect on him. He alway seemed to make him lose control, and not just of his temper. They stood there for a while in the silence, neither of them knowing what to do next. Finally Megatron broke the silence.
“You know, when I first came here, with the others from the Lost Light, I hoped that you would never see this place. I knew it’d hit you hard. It did to me. ‘Your past will always catch you unawares...’” he trailed off again, remembering the time he realised what the flowers meant, the sea of blue surrounding his own statue... With a shake, he pulled himself out of his darkening thoughts.
“You’ve got to learn to let go of the guilt, Optimus. I’m not saying to forget, just to forgive. You forgave me, gave me a second chance, you have to extend that kind of forgiveness to yourself as well” Megatron paused and pulled a wry face, “I know it’s hard, believe me, I know, but...” he paused, Optimus was hunched over, his entire form shaking, his optics bleeding static. “Prime?..” he asked worriedly, kneeling next to him. Optimus?...” Finally Optimus stopped shaking and turned towards him with static-laden optics, yet his expression was peaceful as his faceplate retracted.
“I do” he whispered and his weak smile brought a relieved grin to Megatron’s face. Impulsively he pulled him forward against his chest, holding him tight. When Optimus pulled back he remembered himself, dropping his arms and looking down.
“Sorry” he muttered, preparing to leave. He jerked in surprise when a gentle hand cupped the side of his face, pulling him down into a warm kiss. For a second he froze up, hardly believing what was happening, then he was responding eagerly, losing himself in the moment, as he always did whenever the Prime was involved. Finally they pulled apart, staring into each other’s optics as their ventilations slowed. Staring into the Prime’s cyan blue optics, a panic gripped Megatron.
“I should go” he gasped, struggling to his feet and staring down uncomprehending at the sky blue hand clasping his arm, stopping him from leaving.
“Megatron” Optimus rumbled, his expression amused yet earnest, “Will you be my conjux endura?” Megatron stared down at him blankly, shuttering his optics a few times. Then a wide grin split his face.
“Why Prime, I thought you’d never ask”
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