Perfect is as Perfect Does

SG Thunderclash rp/ask SIDE BLOG as penned by steel

[idealxhero]

Perfect is as Perfect Does

SG Thunderclash rp/ask SIDE BLOG as penned by steel

[mechitsune]

Minimus takes a couple of the treats and eats them, forcing himself to remember that Thunderclash likes to watch him enjoying things.

He does eat them slowly, though, savouring every taste of the dissolving gel and letting the flakes of soft metal come apart on his glossa. But then he holds out his wrist to his conjunx's intake. "I'm fine," he says. "You can trust what you drink from me, and you need to drink something."

He chuckles uncertainly.

"The Prime and his Protector do it."

[idealxhero]

Thunderclash reaches for Mimsy, then hesitates. "... Are you willing?"

A pause, and then he adds, "Communion is special-- and I have no wish to weaken you." His lip curls a little. "You will need your strength, if the Prime calls for us, before the end."

A shake of his helm. "You know I will fight for our honor. We are conjunx endurae now."

[mechitsune]

"I'm so happy you like it." Minimus closes his optics, and doesn't mention that it's the last bottle this side of the border (the nose behind it was Lady Ravage Kymata's, and she may be Unicron's get, but her perfumery was as bright and sparkling as everything else about her--can it really have been an illusion?)

Sometimes he wishes he could believe. It seems to be comforting. But he knows he's just as good as anyone else, whether or not he's wearing the body of a dead mech--the only mech who ever dared to divorce him.

Was it inevitable that the fortunes of their family would fall after the Autobot takeover? Shockwave had said they were fools to support it. But Dominus had thought it the right thing to do: Dominus, who was now a Decepticon in truth. They might not have their towers, but he still had all their money--and a few other people's, besides.

Ridiculous of him, to think he'd give up every single shanix of his own to be held like this for another century; he's always been more practical than that and always will be. But he'll put off the day of mourning as long as he can.

"I still think he meant me for you."

[idealxhero]

"Of course I like it." Thunderclash rumbles. "Then again, I suppose I'm biased. I like everything you select, after all."

His hand keeps moving, slow and gentle. Pet. Pet. Pet.

".... Perhaps." the bigger mech allows. "I am no Prime, to claim to understand His will. All I know is what I see, and what Rodimus and Nemesis before him, spoke."

Another slightly longer pause, before he's shifting slightly to sit more upright, keeping the wince from his field but not his expression. Mimsy knows he's sick already, after all; he can afford to lower his guard more around the smaller mech than he can around the Prime's other battle-hungry soldiers.

".... If you are hungry, eat." he adds, after another moment. "You know I need little fuel. I will wait."

[sunprompts]

SIMPLE ACTIONS

my first post is just some simple actions; plenty of room for you to decide what the reasoning or emotion behind the action is. feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post 💛

[COLLAR] - sender reaches out to smooth down / fix receiver's collar.

[RUFFLE] - sender ruffles receiver's hair.

[BRACE] - sender braces receiver under the elbow.

[FOREHEAD] - sender feels receiver's forehead.

[HANDS] - sender takes receiver's hands.

[NECKLACE] - sender fastens a necklace around receiver's neck.

[SHOULDER] - sender lays a hand on receiver's shoulder.

[SIT] - sender guides receiver to sit down on a chair / bed / wall / etc.

[LAY] - sender guides receiver by the shoulders to lay back.

[TUG] - sender tugs receiver's hand in an attempt to get them to follow.

[WAIST] - sender rests a hand against receiver's waist.

[SUPPORT] - sender pulls receiver's arm over their shoulder for support.

[DRINK] - sender sets something to drink down in front of receiver.

[FOOD] - sender sets something to eat down in front of receiver.

[BACK] - sender rubs a hand up and down receiver's back.

[COAT] - sender zips / buttons up receiver's coat for them.

[CHEEK] - sender brushes a thumb over receiver's cheek.

[NUZZLE] - sender nuzzles into receiver's neck.

[HUG] - sender tugs receiver in for a hug.

[CHIN] - sender tucks receiver in under their chin.

[LIFT] - sender lifts receiver off the ground (or attempts to).

[CARRY] - sender carries receiver to another location.

[HALT] - sender gently pulls receiver to a halt.

[idealxhero]

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[idealxhero]

@mechitsune

Just come back to berth, precious.

He misses your warmth already.

[mechitsune]

::Rosanna says this is a plague ship now::

::And that we haven't been exposed.::

::I'm coming back.::

Minimus is terrified. Thunderclash is already sick, has been for a while, and that seemed convenient at first, but...

He actually really likes Thunderclash. More than he'd ever thought it possible to like anyone ever again, after the Decepticons took his Dommy and made him so boring.

(Dominus was always the best pretender. He thought he could fake the Decepticon ways. He was prim and proper in the old days, when the liberals ruled the Senate, and things were easier for...people like them. But no such luck. Tarn caught him and sent him to SOME kind of therapy, and now he's a little slow and he's boring and the drugs he gets don't do anything fun and worst of all he's never coming home-- and he didn't ever think anyone could love him like his brother did--but. BUT.)

Rosanna would have told him if they were in danger. Still, he transforms before he goes into the berthroom, though he couldn't say why, and runs into the berthroom, all fluffy and soft, to burrow under the covers with Thunderclash.

There's still some high grade left.

No proper fuel but there are treats. He might have to ration them, how do you even do that?

Not everything is better now, the way Nemesis promised, especially not for people like him and his brother. But for a while they didn't have to hide, because Primus doesn't care who you love as long as you love savagely.

[idealxhero]

Thunderclash stirs more awake, when Minimus returns; the words delivered have him even further wakening, shaking off his torpor to reach around under the covers.

He finds his conjunx's fluffy form, and strokes the polymer fur gently, soothingly, for a few moments, before finding his own words.

"... We'll be all right." He soothes, best he can.

"If everyone is sick now, I'm glad you didn't go." He adds. "And don't even worry about the rest of it-- First Aid will cure or cull the worst infected, and then everything will be fine."

A cycled vent that rattles just a little. "Primus won't abandon us."

[mechitsune]

Minimus whines softly, a fox-noise, and snuggles closer. "I wish I could keep you forever," he says, and finds himself meaning it. And wishing he could believe what Clash just said. But nothing lasts forever in Primus' savage garden.

His soft audial flicks against Clash's cheek.

Clash loves him like this.

He's only had that once before. Clash loves him like this as much as he loves his slim, dapper root mode, twenty tonnes of sex packed into a 1.5-tonne frame.

He knows so much about poisons, and now he wishes he knew about cures.

[idealxhero]

Thunderclash hums, and red optics flicker closed again.

He continues to stroke Mimsy however, oh so gently, letting his field wash against his conjunx's with a weary affection. "You know as well as I that Primus' will is absolute." He rumbles, though his tone is fond more than chiding. "I have only ever tested Him once, and I found you worth every moment He grants."

Another rattling vent. "... Did you use a new scent on your fur this morning? It's lovely."

[idealxhero]

@mechitsune

Just come back to berth, precious.

He misses your warmth already.

[mechitsune]

::Rosanna says this is a plague ship now::

::And that we haven't been exposed.::

::I'm coming back.::

Minimus is terrified. Thunderclash is already sick, has been for a while, and that seemed convenient at first, but...

He actually really likes Thunderclash. More than he'd ever thought it possible to like anyone ever again, after the Decepticons took his Dommy and made him so boring.

(Dominus was always the best pretender. He thought he could fake the Decepticon ways. He was prim and proper in the old days, when the liberals ruled the Senate, and things were easier for...people like them. But no such luck. Tarn caught him and sent him to SOME kind of therapy, and now he's a little slow and he's boring and the drugs he gets don't do anything fun and worst of all he's never coming home-- and he didn't ever think anyone could love him like his brother did--but. BUT.)

Rosanna would have told him if they were in danger. Still, he transforms before he goes into the berthroom, though he couldn't say why, and runs into the berthroom, all fluffy and soft, to burrow under the covers with Thunderclash.

There's still some high grade left.

No proper fuel but there are treats. He might have to ration them, how do you even do that?

Not everything is better now, the way Nemesis promised, especially not for people like him and his brother. But for a while they didn't have to hide, because Primus doesn't care who you love as long as you love savagely.

[idealxhero]

Thunderclash stirs more awake, when Minimus returns; the words delivered have him even further wakening, shaking off his torpor to reach around under the covers.

He finds his conjunx's fluffy form, and strokes the polymer fur gently, soothingly, for a few moments, before finding his own words.

"... We'll be all right." He soothes, best he can.

"If everyone is sick now, I'm glad you didn't go." He adds. "And don't even worry about the rest of it-- First Aid will cure or cull the worst infected, and then everything will be fine."

A cycled vent that rattles just a little. "Primus won't abandon us."

[pridefulsuggestion]

when your heart can’t form words,

sharpen poetry as knives.

[idealxhero]

@mechitsune

Just come back to berth, precious.

He misses your warmth already.