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@moronicseeker
I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.
Joquesse Eugenia
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::Miss you.::
::Noire~:: Her voice came out rumbled and warm as Sky shuttered his optics, savoring the sound of her voice coming over the line. He missed her too, more than words could say and was so relieved she hadn’t forgotten about him. ::W-where are you? Want some company?::
::Where am I always, Silly?:: Noire chided playfully. ::I’m on the Nemesis. I could use your company. I would very much like it.::
::S-sometimes I forget mecha can’t get around like I do::: Sky sounded sheepish, it was even harder to remember when he had a mate with the same ability as he did. Noire could feel a tugging at her spark as he talked, Sky was pulling the coordinates of where she was from their frame. ::Be right over.::
A pop of displaced air and pale light flooded through the room as Sky’s warp drive went off. The Seeker stretched slowly the action of a pleased and well sated predator, he held his frame straight, wings up and proud, a new addition to his frame was a mark branded into his neck cables that looked like a collar. Golden optics glinted taking in the frame of his sister and he walked towards her, brow furrowed in concentration as he took her in from helm to pedes. “Noire~, been a while.” His voice came out rumbled, he reached out with a hand and touched her faceplates in a manner he’d done many times before. “H-how are ya?”
+ pain-demands-us-to-feel-it
When his face became blank she almost moved from her spot worried something was wrong. But as soon as it was there it was gone, once again she felt his gaze taking in her frame and she wished she had stayed hidden. She felt some part of her relax when he said he wasn’t a patient, then again she wasn’t sure if she was to get any patients.
"Well if you aren’t here for any medical needs you can leave." She walked over to the door letting it open and gestured with her servo to the exit. She blinked when he asked her qualifications. Her expression quickly changed to a glare, clearly annoyed and rather then answer his question she looped around it.
"My qualifications are in my data files feel free to look them up at any time, now once again please leave." She stood by the door still looking between Skywarp and the exit intent to get back to the cleaning she would substitute as work.
Sky watched as the medic walked past him to the door and held her hand out to show him the exit. A wing flicked and his optics glittered at the gesture as he paused a moment. How well he knew those mannerisms and curtness, his chin lifted up in a silent sign of defiance and a bit of habit. His digits dug into his upper arm plating hard, reminding himself again this was an alternate and those habits did not belong here. He started toward the door, pausing a little to glance at her again, optics dimmed slightly as he shifted on his pedes, a little uncomfortable and worried.
"D-didn't mean to offend ya." He didn't make a move to touch her and actually seemed to be avoiding any contact. "B-but it ain't qualifications that I asked for. W-was trying to make s-small talk. Specialties. M-medics had them once, before the only thing that mattered was w-welding blaster holes up and sealing fuel lines before m-mecha bled out. S-some never get a chance to talk about 'em. W-was wondering what yours were."
His hand came upto where the door slid into the wall so it wouldn't close on him. "S-said you didn't have patients yet. W-what's the fragging hurry to get me to l-leave?"
Warp grinned into the kiss, exhilaration flowing through his systems as he heard Sky, heard his mate, through the forming bond and felt those emotions within his own spark. He could have cursed as his own memory formed, wishing he was more experienced and had more control to have been able to hold it off – he would have liked to explore that temping hint of being able to share emotions and words.
As the memory faded, Warp’s arms and hands tightened on Sky’s frame, feeling the backwash of outrage and fury directed at the Academy Headmaster in his memory. He shifted and pressed his forehelm against Sky’s, accepting the cold rage, finding it matching his own toward the Starscream in his mate’s memory. He was the first – not the last. The Cybertron I am from… it revolved around caste, love. Anyone casteless… must have been defective in one way or another, especially if they were expelled from it. He raised his helm, crimson optics meeting golden in the tawny glow of their merged sparks. He’s been missing since the fall of Iacon. Presumed offline in the action – pity I wasn’t able to do it myself. He didn’t try to soothe Sky’s rage away – no, this was part of being a warbuild, part of having a Seeker for a mate, and Warp accepted that. He wanted that, wanted the match to his own instincts and programming.
Sky… The name came over the their emerging bond on a wave of quiet awe and surprise as Warp felt the emotions over the bond, the love and devotion that came straight from Sky’s spark, the unshakable faith and trust in him of all mecha. He drank in the emotions with a quiet noise, shuttering his optics, clinging to Sky’s frame, trying to get as close as he could. My love, he sent, the words gasped if a word not spoken could be said to be gasped. Surprise, love, and a deep, aching need that went far beyond the physical for the lighter Seeker under him flowed down the bond without him realizing consciously he was sending them.
Images flickered through his own processor, memories brought up by the ones Sky shared through the spark merge – Sky, sitting across from him at a table, staring miserably down at his cube before his helm jerked up in surprise, gratitude and happiness filling golden optics as Warp said he’d put Sky on his emergency comm list and would never shut off his comm to him; an echo of a thought, Primus he’s gorgeous when he’s happy, echoing from the memory as the point of view focused on Sky’s glowing optics, guilt swirling in that long-ago watcher’s tanks at making the other so miserable. A flicker, and an image of Sky in alt mode tearing through the air off his left wing above a battlefield, a catch in the watcher’s throat at having someone he trusted so completely there to watch his back. Sitting in quarters at his desk, glancing up to see Sky watching him with a smile, happiness causing his golden optics to glow. Sky, sprawled out under him in berth, the warmth of the other frame and the happy rumbles soothing him to recharge, his digits clinging to the lighter frame for fear he wouldn’t be there when Warp woke up, that it would have been a dream. In all of the images, Sky was in focus - everything else slightly blurry and unfocused, like it wasn’t important, wasn’t real, that Sky was the only thing that mattered. The images that were called up in his mind seemed insignificant, seemed nothing but a weak mirror of what Sky had shown him. Sky, I… I love you, so fragging much, Warp breathed, emotions swirling in his spark, mixed up like he didn’t know what he was feeling himself – except for three that came across clearly: love, gratefulness, and happiness that Sky chose him.
Memories do that with spark merging and no firewalls, they just kinda take hold and you go along for the ride. Don't think you can control them they just... happen. Sky's lips quirked into a smile, optics glowing as he moved his helm just enough to nuzzle along Warp's nasal ridge, his arms holding Warp tightly to him. Slagger... there was hesitation/reassurance/love coming from Sky's side of the bond. In my universe bonds ain't dead things, not like other universes. Talking like this? And the sharing... you got the rest of your function to explore it with me. Anxiety swarmed from Sky as he shifted under Warp's frame uncertain if this side effect of the bond would be something wanted.
Sky moved his hand down Warp's backstruts, arching his own frame against the chair backing as he felt the same sensation of a hand running down his own backstruts with the spark merge and all firewalls down on both their sides. Understanding came from Sky's side but also confusion. Don't know anything about castes, Warp. All I know... you ain't defective and I'll go to war with you at my side against anyone who says it now. You're my Warp. Possessiveness came through the bond, Sky's optics glinted as they met crimson optics before flickering down to the rich tawny glow that came from their combined sparks, alarm rising in the back of his systems and with the closeness of their systems Warp could feel the alarm and the direct feeling that what Sky saw was the first time he had ever seen this--a completely different color glow arise out of a spark merge instead of two separate and distinct glows from their sparks.
The images Warp shared caught Sky's attention and he was in awe at what the other mech shared-- each of these scenes he barely recognized the Seeker Warp showed him, it didn't match what he saw himself when he looked into a mirror. "W-Warp." It sounded so distance and teeny compared to the strength, closeness and impact communicating through the bond was like. "Slagger...." He trailed off, at a loss for words for just a minute before his mouth was on Warp's, kissing him as if his function depended on it. Gratitude, love, and happiness flowing from him that Warp asked him of all mecha to bond with. You... you make me feel like I'm fragging enough. Sky paused, trying to push and convey through the bond exactly what that meant to him. It was beyond words he could but to have the full out acceptance, support and love Warp gave him meant something to him. The quiet little things Warp had done for him since they met also were things that held such impact to Sky. Processor, frame, spark. Warp... you make me feel I'm enough. Smart enough. Good enough. Real enough. I never had that. Ever. But you always gave that too me. You've always made me more, completed pieces of me I fragging needed you to complete. I wouldn't trust anyone else more than I trust you. My fragging match. My love. I'm your Sky, you're my Warp and we make Skywarp.
I won’t go H O M E without you.
There is no place to call home without you.
I cannot lose you, because if I ever did I’d have lost my best friend, my soul mate, my smile, my laugh, my everything.
(via ohlovequotes)
Nick Jonas - Jealous (Explicit version)
teleportingprankster replied to your post:
*purrs* If you ever need a reminder, love… come to me. Not all defending is vocal or loud; I love you for who you are and always, /always/ will. I’m lucky you chose me, and I never forget it~
*rumbles* If I ever do... yeah, Slagger, I will. And you're right. It aint. Sometimes your defending is just your arms around me, your purr in my audial and our bond flat out open. I love you too. For who you are, without those fragging masks. I'm a greedy fragger. I want all of you, you're all I want. I'd chose you again, Warp. Again and again I'd chose you.
You're not a fool, nor are you stupid. /Maybe/ you missed something, or maybe something was hidden from you. But none of those you stupid. We all make mistakes, we all miss things, it's the nature of being mortal. We grow and learn. And you /care/ in a way that's rare - and if some fool doesn't realize how important that is, that's their problem not yours. And I'll defend you to /anyone/ who calls you a fool for caring - including yourself. You're my /Sky/ and I love you just the way you are.
... I'll keep your words in mind, dear alternate. Frag, Warp, I... thanks. I've seen your idea of defending me from myself I-I'll stand down. I love you too, Warp. Just the way you are. I want you for who you are. Dings and all. You're my match, Slagger. And I'm lucky. Fragging lucky to be the mech to be claimed by you.
Soldiers don’t stop being soldiers when the battle is { o v e r . }
Anne Rice, Merrick
Much like Tinkerbell, Scorpios can die from lack of attention
Hold on to what makes you feel.
Don’t let go Its what makes you real.
How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via ohlovequotes)
lostlittlegrounder liked your post:
Enjoying the… show? *smirk*
"O-oh but dear alternate he doesn't want us." Sky smirks optics flashing as he brings up a hand and lightly traces down the etching along Warp's right blaster barrel that signified Warp was a taken mech. "T-that's not drool running down his faceplates o-or lust heating up his optics from just watching you and you're dear... Anon." The smirk turns into a fierce glare a baring of denta his voice touched with growl. "E-enjoying the show? Oh yes. A-always. You're amazing, incredibly sexy and so very... mine."
Zodiac Scorpio Info — Scorpio wants a relationship where their partner is a homie, lover and friend. They want a complete package because they don’t have time for foolish games.
Don’t ever make connections with scorpios. They love nothing more than burning bridges and cities for that matter
— from pourteaonme
