Sneaking Out
~𖥔☾𖤓☽𖥔~
The party was beaming with energy and garishly decorated walls, asserting the status of their hosts. His optics could barely register the amount of decor hanging on every furniture.
The crowd buzzed with conversation, as high grade began to loosen everyone’s decorum. Optimus barely had any as everyone seemed determined to have a word with him about anything they can think of.
An envoy from a newer alliance has dedicated most of the evening... pursuing him in hopes of strengthening their diplomatic relations. This is certainly becoming more exhausting by the second.
Optimus immediately looked around for a reprieve, his optics landing on the red curtains covering the veranda.
Once he reached it, he scanned the courtyard, vying for any guards that might hinder his escape. He’ll definitely be reprimanded for this by his council tomorrow, but Optimus can only deal with so much mingling in a night.
Just as he was turning to leave, the Prime felt a presence, a servo hooked around his arm, pulling him into the shadows of the venue. He looked around to get a better view of his captor, and sighed in relief as familiar red optics welcomed him.
“There you are! Do you mind keeping me company?” Optimus casted a glance at the crowded building and back to the mech. “Better yet,” leaning closer with bubbling mischief, “aid me in my escape”.
Megatron stood there with a look that could only be described as fond exasperation.
Optimus was preparing to take back his offer when the faint glow of red optics caught his attention once more. "You're in luck, my Prime," he grumbled, a barely audible sound over the bustling scene, "I had the exact same thought".
Optimus let out a sharp vent of relief, tension visibly leaving his frame. "Then I suggest we move quickly. If the council catches wind of my disappearance, I'd be subjected to several more hours of diplomatic endeavours." His optics were downcast as another thought crossed his mind. "And if a certain mech catches me... I might be forced to consider marital alliances."
That caught Megatron's attention. His optics flared as he scanned the room for this supposed suitor. He caught himself just as quickly, suppressing the sudden bout of protectiveness in his spark. He had no right over Optimus, yet the mere thought of someone else claiming him still left a bitter taste on his glossa.
Collecting his composure, he turned back to Optimus with a smirk to mask his inner turmoil.
Megatron's engine revved with a low, amused thrum. "Ah, so the mighty Optimus prime can be daunted. It just takes a persistent suitor rather than a Decepticon warlord".
He stepped back and with a playful bow, gestured towards the trail leading to the main gates. "After you, then," his voice in a tone like a secret shared, "I'll happily be your accomplice, Prime. Consider it a rescue."
The teasing tone successfully brushed away any lingering tension between the two. Optimus, completely oblivious to the other's dilemma, only let out a soft chuckle.
"And so my fate shall rest with you, my Lord."
Megatron didn't answer right away. Instead, he extended a servo into the empty space between them. Optimus only paused for a second before placing his own into Megatron's open palm.
With a lingering gaze, the former Decepticon leader tightened his grip around the Prime's.
The two mechs hurriedly slipped into the shadows of the courtyard, leaving the drowning lights and sounds of chatter far behind them.
Even if it's just for a night.
