||Siren-of-Cybertron|| It has come to my knowledge that you are stressed, Officer. I could sing you something calming if you'd like?
«No.»
What in the world?
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||Siren-of-Cybertron|| It has come to my knowledge that you are stressed, Officer. I could sing you something calming if you'd like?
«No.»
What in the world?
@siren-of-cybertron || continued from (here)
Arms around them with servos resting on the back of helms to hold them close, and Symph was letting the soft notes of song slip his lip plates no louder than a hum, filling his spark’s song with love and assurance all surrounded by a thrumming feeling of protection as he held the two little seekers close.
“You are not defects, you hear me? Not defects. A defect is an imperfection, and to me? You two are perfect just the way you are. People called me a defect back home as I would rather fight with my words or songs than to fight with weaponry. Did I let it get me down? No. I used their own words as enthusiasm to push myself further and further. And where did it get me? Right to the top of Cybertron. The point is, my dears, is that it doesnt matter what they say to you, but what you believe. And do you know what I believe?” he asked, leaning back to look at both pairs of little faces.
“I believe that you two are going to be the greatest sparks of Cybertron. I may not be your carrier, or your sire, but you have no idea just how proud I am of you every cycle”
Even as Symph moved back to properly look at them, the twins kept their helms lowered, still afraid and saddened by what they felt they were, but the optical lubricant that began to roll down their cheek plates were caused not by their own sorrow, but rather by the words of the other mech.
The Autobots often mistook them for Decepticons, immediately opening fire on them whenever they were spotted flying, and still casting insults and harsh words at them even after they’d been proven to be Autobots at the core. They feared that the their fellow Decepticons looked down upon them for not being true seekers or Decepticons from the start--merely having some of Starscream’s code implanted in them.
Symph was proud of them, however. It didn’t make sense to either twin just how someone could be proud of them when they were just two younglings that had both Autobot and Decepticon coding, and didn’t quite fit in in either faction.
Choking back a small sob, Jetfire was the first to lift his helm and let his teary face be seen by the other mech.
[☀]- “B-but...we have not done anything for goodness. Brother and I have tried to hurt many Decepticons before, and we are not being like other Decepticons now... H-how can we be making you p-proud?”
|| Siren-of-Cybertron || Who cares if he is shorter, he is going to grab each of them by the waist and hug them as best he can, field flared out reassuringly.
Both twins were surprised by the action, but would never reject it, The young seekers did their best to shift and make it more comfortable for the other as they snuggle up close to him and hide their faces in his shoulders.
[☀]- “We are not understanding,” Jetfire’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper as he spoke, and his twin was no louder.
[☁]- “Are we really defects…?” The Autobots didn’t seem to accept them, and they were still unsure about their new Decepticon comrades; were they really that awful? Were they abominations?
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Tracking the tag ‘SirenofCybertron’ now as Tumblr adds everything spelt ‘symphonic/symphony/symphonies’ into my old tag and I can never find anything anymore