Sea,Swallow Me - Cocteau Twins
The two sat silent on a desolate, destructed and dead planet. No life. No nothing. Besides those two. They were side bide side, as quiet as can be, staring up at the idle rocks broken off of planets alike this one drifted through space.
They’re unsure how, or why they were there, but they were. It was like they were in a dream, connected to the other’s. And the more they thought about it, the worse it got. They knew practically everything about eachother, like they were as open as books, like the other’s entire life story was sprawled out onto a table. Drift felt like he was violating the poor Prime’s privacy having such knowledge in his processor, but what could he do?
Drift thought through what he was going to say cautiously, but, he had to ask.
“You’ve… died… before, right?” Drift asked, his head not wavering from the abyss of stars that laid infront of him. Rodimus was hesitant to answer. The memories he had. It was, a blur, really. His rusting was… something he didn’t want to remember, something he didn’t want to go through again, something he never desired to mention again, but speaking about it felt so… alleviating.
“Well, yeah, I suppose you could say that, that I died.” Rodimus huffed, his optics wondering over Drift. What this poor bot had endured, what this sad bot had to perservere through, the amount of strength, physical and mental, the samurai had would beat his own anyday.
“Is it nice? The afterspark, I mean. Is it what we all want it to be? The perfect life after death.” Drift asked, his own words hesitant, but curious. He wanted to know, what belief was true? Was it what everyone wanted? A peaceful, perfect life where you’re one with the allspark?
“I don’t know.” Rodimus murmured, before clarifying. “I meam it in the way… I don’t know what it was. I don’t know if what I saw was the afterspark or some kind of tap-out. I’m not even sure if I actually died.”
Drift huffed, but not of disappointment, but of worry, his optics locked on the movement of a shooting star. “Do you think… he’s safe?” He asked, not daring to mention the name of his dearest Conjunx Endura, the medical officer he missed so dearly.
“I think … he’d be proud. Not to be corny, but, he’d be proud of how.. how you’re still going. You’re still toughing through everything Primus has thrown at you, you’re persistent to make it out on the otherside. Of how no matter what you lose, you always manage to stay on your pedes.”
Drift weakly smiled, the words soothing to his audials. The words he desired to hear so, so much. The words that could dissolve his spark in a blink. It felt warm, like some one was holding his hand, like someone gave his a comforting hug, like someone was holding him.
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