#blxssoming

[aethergate]

She doesn’t usually practice human holidays, but well.. she’ll take this excuse. little kith for @bcmbus / @blxssoming​ .

[lloronala]

@blxssoming​ said:  “you’re allowed to need help sometimes.” (from héctor)  ||  more random dialogue prompts

❁ ❁  “  Mira, te he dicho que estoy bien, ¿de acuerdo? If I wanted help, I would have asked for it. I’m not helpless.  ”

Within the past few days, both of them had prepared (or tried to) for the roughest part of their relationship: the mending. Decades of no communication whatsoever, it was hard to go past that obstacle. They (or rather she) was too used to solitude, & although she craved for the attention that was once there, she simply didn’t know how to go back to it.

Therefore, whenever he got too close to her, she began to avoid him. She would make up excuses to not follow the same path he took, & whenever he waved at her, she only frowned a little. When did their love become so complicated? When did she become like this, she wondered.

Even now as he tried to carry a few boxes for her, she insisted on carrying them all herself. & yet, something tugged at her phantom heartstrings. A want, a need---a desire.

Her back against him, she put the boxes aside & looked the other way. “  Héctor,  ” she said, “  maybe you should go help Julio instead. I can handle this alone.  ”

[aethergate]

@blxssoming​ asked ;  " see? i knew there was a soft heart under all that grumbling! ” / from the grump to sunshine starters ! accepting .

She barks out a small laugh at that comment, finding some small amount of amusement in it - after all, it was a little funny to call her a soft spark. Anyone else would’ve said his processor was fried - maybe it was for going through all the effort to finally get a glimpse at the softer sides of her, but.. it’s nothing she was going to complain about.

“Only you would say that, you know. Or think it actually, now that I’m thinking about it.”

[multimoth]

@blxssoming​ said ; " you have a really good smile, you know that? " ( from op )

He’s not sure he heard him correctly, at first. There’s a while of staring at his hands, frozen partway through organizing his tools, to process it fully. Ratchet’s head snaps up and, even then, it requires a couple of takes to be certain that Optimus is the one who had spoken, though he knows his voice better than just about anyone’s. Optimus is - well, nicer than Ratchet, certainly, but unprompted compliments are unusual.

Maybe he’s sick.

Still, he clears his intakes pointedly, turning his gaze quickly back to his work though an uncertain, small smile does briefly cross his faceplates. 

“Oh. Well, uh. That’s - thank you.” He’s not sure anybody’s really said that before. Ratchet isn’t much of a smiler. When he’s shaken off the layer of surprise well enough, he looks back towards Optimus with something closer to a weary smirk. “Might get to show it off more if the rest of these idiots weren’t so hellbent on turning themselves into scrap metal.”