❛ you're best friends. can't you two work it out? ❜ / thrash for shockwave | @dragons-cove
“best friends is a very loose term for what megatron and i once were, young one.”
shockwave does not look up from where he has buried himself in work. there is much to be done, to rebuild the decepticon cause. not necessarily for war; not to destroy this planet as they had once wanted. the time for that has come and gone. but their people still deserve to live freely. the decepticon cause is still one of freedom, down to its very roots.
ivory digits pause over the next keystroke, and shockwave sighs. it turns its optic from the screen down to the terran hovering oh-so-close to its hip. like sparklings— (no, not like, he hears starscream screeching in his head; they are sparklings, fresh and new to this world.) —like all sparklings, thrash is curious and innocent. he can only see that which he wishes to see.
“your… parents. the maltos.” a strange conundrum in itself. can humans truly understand cybertronian children? could any of them? shockwave hardly remembers a time when sparklings existed. “the lieutenant has taken the historian as her partner. on cybertron, we would have called them conjunx endura— sparkmates. what they have is not so different from what the high command once shared.”