#vynx.docx

[vynxwave]

Magnetic

[Short writing? Was originally intended to be dialogue in a short comic some months ago, but I never got around to doing that. Happy Valentine’s Day!]

Shockwave: Observation: I cannot deem you as anything short of remarkable to me, Starscream. Many have characterized me as cold, and with those assessments I concur. Yet lately, it is as if you--whether in the metal flesh or within the bounds of my own cerebro-circuitry--wrest my dispassion from me and usurp it with unbridled warmth.

Starscream: That's a long-winded way of saying you're attracted to me.

Shockwave: Indeed, as if you were a magnet and I the metal within its field.

[vynxwave]

[A crumb of ES MegaSound angst writing]

Never in all of Soundwave’s functioning had he envisaged that a wedge could be any other shape, yet this was his reality: the literal life-force of their true home, manifested in the shape of a cube, had divided them. Did all that time standing behind him, carrying out his word and will, now amount to nothing? All those cycles spent by his side had meant everything to him, but what remained of Megatron now betrayed all that he once proudly stood for. 

The thought of him never failed to make his fuel lines boil, and by Primus did he fume ceaselessly no matter how much Ravage wove around his legs or laid in his arms attempting to soothe him. Never had he been wounded so deeply by a bot whose betrayal was much worse than unthinkable — utterly unfathomable! How could he contend with the fact the bot who had embodied the Cause now spat in every proud Decepticon’s face? It insulted him greatly! By no means was he unfamiliar with rage, but its newfound unbridledness had woven into his very spark.