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vietalis

STARTER CALL

he gently bites her neck as he holds her close.... >:)

The medic gasped softly, though she did nothing to resist. “Rapidshock,” she uttered softly. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

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militemnullum‌:

Another glance is turned towards Reviver as a soft frown tug on Pascal’s lips. From the way she was going on about, she sounded like.. she was breaking up with him and she was merely waiting until they were home to properly do so. Should he really be that surprised…? Of course, he was. He stupidly believed someone was going to stick around once again and now that appeared to not be the case. He should have known better.

Pascal faces forward once more, his features going entirely blank as he grips the wheel tightly. He wanted to cry of course, but no.. not right now. He was going to get them to Cybertron first and then well… let things take their course. Maybe after this, he would finally learn his lesson and just stay away from love once and for all.

She had left to go lie down because, truth was, she really did need it. But they hadn’t gone on for long at all before Reviver came back into the cockpit, face a little paler than before.

“Wait,” she said as she walked in. “Pascal, I changed my mind.”

#v.} wandering starlight #militemnullum

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“I know ya do, Rev. It’s why ya bothered to stick around with my sorry ass for this long.” Pascal mutters as he grips the wheel, glancing back at the femme for a moment, “I just wish you’d tell me what’s up, but if ya don’t wanna then it’s whatever. Can’t know everythin’ that’s goin’ on inside yer noggin’ all the time.”

He begins to set up the ship to get ready for their course for Cybertron. The ship hums softly with life and jets forward after a moment, engines ablaze. The former knight faces forward, now focused on the window in front of him.

“Why don’t ya go lay down, babe? Ya don’t really look that good… Lena will keep you company, I’m sure.”

“I’m fine.” Except she felt terrible for keeping him out of the loop. “I don’t -- I will tell you what’s going on when the time is right. It’s just maybe smarter to be home for it.” A shoulder shrugged. “I’m..I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about it. You might be upset with me.” Which she really hoped not. That would break her spark.

#v.} wandering starlight #militemnullum

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The former knight’s frown seems to only deepen as he observes Reviver, his optics squinting some in suspicion, “…You’re hidin’ somethin’ from me again.” Instantly his wings rose as did his arms as he went to cross them. He was trying not to get angry but he didn’t like it when Reviver hid things from him. Especially with what happened before.

Pascal sits in the captain’s chair, drawing up the console again and setting up a course for ‘home’, Cybertron, “Fine. Keep your damn secrets. I’ll get us back home soon.”

The addition of guilt nearly made her purge on the floor. Shakily the femme vented, her shoulders drooping. She was afraid to say anything, afraid to tell him what was really going on, because before she knew it, the situation could eliminate itself. And she couldn’t give him false hope.

“Pascal,” she called softly. “You know -- You know I love you.”

#v.} wandering starlight #militemnullum

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Pascal’s digit pauses in mid-swipe over the console and he glances up towards Reviver, appearing taken back by what she said, “Go.. go home?” He repeats, his brows furrowing together as he stands abruptly, “What? Why? I.. I didn’t even show you Earth yet or some other stuff. Ya really want to go home now…? What about your brother? Isn’t he like still roamin’ around and stuff? Is it safe to go ba–”

He pauses, his optics quietly studying the femme for a moment before he frowns and his wings lower, “Oh… Yer wantin’ to go back home because ya gettin’ tired of bein’ around me, aren’t ya…”

“No,” she said quickly, her head shaking. Maybe a tad too quickly. Primus, she felt sick. She wanted to be honest with him, but it was too early for her to be certain of anything. She stepped back, her own plating flexing cautiously.

“Pascal, I could never. It’s -- it’s not you.” Reviver twisted her fingers, frowning at the floor. “Technically speaking it’s -- it’s me.”

#v.} wandering starlight #militemnullum

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“Pascal.” She reached for him with a wave of uncertainty, her delicate hand moving over the grove of his pauldron. Her spark quivered in her chamber, unsure and so very nauseous. But it had to be said. They had to have this conversation.

“We need to talk. A-and don’t be anxious. It’s not a bad thing. Necessarily.” Blue optics flickered to the side. “I think. I think it’s time to go home.”

#v.} wandering starlight #militemnullum

STARTER CALL

❝ Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. ❞ (ense-lucis)

meme || accepting Reviver gasped softly, her blue eyes rounding out further.

“--Drift?”

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