TF English ficcy, G1, featuring Elita-One
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okami_huInspired by Imogen Heap's "Clear the Area".
Title: Faithfully, Stubbornly
!Verse: G1
Rating: PG/PG13 for a mention of interfacing
Word count: 425
Elita-One's POV. The poor girl needs more love. Preferably from Prime.
I could barely believe my optics as I saw you there. It's been so long… for tens of thousands of vorns I've waited… and I would wait twice as long now that I know you're alive… and as beautiful as you were when you left.
Optimus Prime, hope of our kind, legendary hero who keeps our spirit alive even though most of us haven't even seen you once. My bondmate. You saved my life after I drained myself with the temporary disharmonizer to save all of us… You're my guardian, you know it? The memories of you kept me alive and struggling through the times of war and death.
And after tens of thousands of vorns, we're here – stolen moments granted by the others' goodwill, or selfishness – they missed each other, too. Chromia shines as she looks at Ironhide. Inferno holds Firestar's hand and Powerglide and Moonracer share jokes. We left them, pulling back into a dusty storage room unnoticed. We wired up… And now we're chasing each other into overload like impatient youth, lacing fingers together. It's fast, it's wild, it's not enough – but it's the best we can have, right now. We don't have the time. I can still recall your hot spots anyway: your antennas, your front grill, a bundle of wires beneath your pelvic armor… I can feel that you tremble, you whisper my name and the final surge nearly shuts us down.
Brief minutes of parting follow – we make promises, full of hope, but we know the truth. There's nothing granted. We might never meet again. We're both leaders, we know that. Passing time made us both hard inside, prepared for the worst in every astrosecond. We could be dead in the next moment – this is war, after all. But I see the way you look at me; you'll fight with fate, and you will try to come back. I feel the same, love. I will not allow my spark to be extinguished, for I know that you, too, need me. I can see it in you.
When you're gone, I'll continue with my prowls in the dead of the night. Moonracer sometimes laughs, Firestar worries, and Chromia goes as far as screaming with me. But I'll still sneak out to a big enough landing place and look at the bright stars, searching for a light which might be your ship. I keep on wishing and praying and remembering, and waiting for another tens of thousands of vorns if I must - until I can be back in your arms.
Title: Faithfully, Stubbornly
!Verse: G1
Rating: PG/PG13 for a mention of interfacing
Word count: 425
Elita-One's POV. The poor girl needs more love. Preferably from Prime.
I could barely believe my optics as I saw you there. It's been so long… for tens of thousands of vorns I've waited… and I would wait twice as long now that I know you're alive… and as beautiful as you were when you left.
Optimus Prime, hope of our kind, legendary hero who keeps our spirit alive even though most of us haven't even seen you once. My bondmate. You saved my life after I drained myself with the temporary disharmonizer to save all of us… You're my guardian, you know it? The memories of you kept me alive and struggling through the times of war and death.
And after tens of thousands of vorns, we're here – stolen moments granted by the others' goodwill, or selfishness – they missed each other, too. Chromia shines as she looks at Ironhide. Inferno holds Firestar's hand and Powerglide and Moonracer share jokes. We left them, pulling back into a dusty storage room unnoticed. We wired up… And now we're chasing each other into overload like impatient youth, lacing fingers together. It's fast, it's wild, it's not enough – but it's the best we can have, right now. We don't have the time. I can still recall your hot spots anyway: your antennas, your front grill, a bundle of wires beneath your pelvic armor… I can feel that you tremble, you whisper my name and the final surge nearly shuts us down.
Brief minutes of parting follow – we make promises, full of hope, but we know the truth. There's nothing granted. We might never meet again. We're both leaders, we know that. Passing time made us both hard inside, prepared for the worst in every astrosecond. We could be dead in the next moment – this is war, after all. But I see the way you look at me; you'll fight with fate, and you will try to come back. I feel the same, love. I will not allow my spark to be extinguished, for I know that you, too, need me. I can see it in you.
When you're gone, I'll continue with my prowls in the dead of the night. Moonracer sometimes laughs, Firestar worries, and Chromia goes as far as screaming with me. But I'll still sneak out to a big enough landing place and look at the bright stars, searching for a light which might be your ship. I keep on wishing and praying and remembering, and waiting for another tens of thousands of vorns if I must - until I can be back in your arms.
