#deesixteen

[tiris]

` ★ ▏@deesixteen.⠀—⠀( cont. )

the sounds of battle fade to a distant,  dull roar as the turning of his spark overtakes them.     he'd been struck in the battlemask by a  particularly  forceful  blow,  one that would not usually have been enough to catch him off guard ... had he not been lost in the momentary optical contact between himself & his one-time best friend.

no ... perhaps  'best  friend'  isn't enough to convey how orion pax had felt.

but his helm is ringing & his spark is thudding in his audials,  & there's something warm & familiar beneath him.     the glow around his audial discs flickers,  its usual steady pulse interrupted,  before he's trying to awaken enough to open his optics ;   that  can't  be ...

"  dee ...?     dee ...  "     the damaged battlemask barely moves when he speaks,  but his audial horns rotate downward in a contrite display.     the prime's optics remain closed,  his expression one of pain.     "  dee ... 'm sorry ...  "

[epistrix]

@deesixteen  liked for a starter with  starscream !

it's a cold & wet day on the surface,  chasing the high guard & their new defacto leader into whatever crevices they can find.     starscream is  incredibly  uncomfortable  being in the cave that megatron had led them to,  but that's hardly because of anything to do with  megatron  —  being a flight frame,  he doesn't like being anywhere he can't see the sky,  or at least a clear exit to it ...

he shivers,  wings rattling & held in tight,  as he takes in their surroundings.     soundwave & shockwave are sitting close to one another,  & the myriad of other high guard mechs have grouped up or paired off to keep warm ... leaving just him &  megatron.

how  irksome.

"  & you're  sure  the prime won't think to look for us here?  "     starscream nags,  sharp optics slanting sidelong to glare at the younger mech.     "  & what of the quintessons?     the cloud bank will only keep them at bay for so long.  "

[unicronnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom]

@deesixteen replied...

What the fuck is that.

( HOW OFTEN DO YOU BATHE )

( YOU SHOULD DO IT LESS )

[tiris]

` ✹ ▏@deesixteen.⠀—⠀( cont. )

he does.     d-16 will never know just how much iacon's bane adores him,  let alone how pleased he is to think that he's always on the other mech's mind.     silvery lips draw away from equally silver fangs in a soft laugh as the shorter mech leans against his beloved friend,  a clawed servo reaching out to take one of d-16's so he can toy with his digits in an absent display of boredom as he listens.

"  ... you always know just what to say,  don't you?     i don't know where i'd be without you,  dee.     when those  cogged  bastards  decided to pull me out of the mines & make me fight in the pits,  i thought i'd never get to see you again ... but they just don't understand the kind of  bond  we have,  do they?     no one can take you away from me,  dee :   no  one.  "     suddenly he becomes animated,  turning his helm to fix those burning pink optics onto his best friend with horrendous glee as a grin full of fangs curls his lips.     "  oh  dee.     it's almost like i've infected that beautiful processor of yours !     that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me !  "

[tiris]

"You belong to me." ———@deesixteen.     (  from.  )

"  now & always.  "     the prime's scarred smile is put on full display for his old friend,  offered without restraint as he takes megatron's servo in his own even while his cheeks are burning & his fuel pump is working like it's being paid.     thank primus they're alone,  or else he might not be bold enough to say what springs to mind next ...     "  i should have told you sooner,  dee.     i should have ... told you that there was never anyone else in the mines that i could see like i saw you.     i'm ... i'm sorry.     this is  my  fault,  i should have ... done something more to stop us falling apart.  "

[tiris]

@deesixteen replied :     Comes up from behind and rests his chin on Orion’s shoulder.

"  d.  "

orion knows it's him before they're even touching,  his tired blue optics flickering a subtle greeting to his best friend when he turns his helm to try to catch a glimpse of him.     he can always count on him to appear just when things seem bleakest.

"  what do you think it's all for,  d ...?  "     he asks quietly as he shifts to rest his helm against d—16's.     "  why are we doing all of this?     i mean,  is there a point?     all we do is work,  work,  work ... & we barely get any of that energon for ourselves.  "