Log: Drunk!Skyfire and Drunk!Starscream have a chat (old!)

Jan 12, 2008 20:54

So OKAY. Another oldie. Right after Megatron makes with his public slagging of Starscream, and Skyfire basically pisses everyone off with this journal, Skyfire and Starscream get drunk and have a serious! long-needed conversation.

Starts off as IC OOC, and goes from there. Contains drunken!Skyfire and drunken!jet-cuddles. :3 Wee!

Skyfire: SO. Has Starscream recovered from Skyfire’s little stunt yet?

Starscream: ...no. No he hasn't. Nor will he ever, likely. *snickers*

Skyfire: *cackles back* Do they need to finish packing that bag, then?

Starscream: Starscream will just for the hell of it. Though he's not afraid for Skyfire's life, now that Megatron has decided to not kill Skyfire for that particular insult. *coughs*

Skyfire: Skyfire shakes his head, not particularly worried. more worried about fanatics like Blackout who might actually try to stab him in the back for /daring/ to insult their /great lord Megatron/. bah. >/

Skyfire: ...well right now he is small and rather squishable so there was not much that could be done to either side. -__-;

Starscream: Starscream says happily that he could FIND A WAY.

Skyfire: Skyfire is sure he COULD. *SIGH*

Starscream: Starscream /what?/ I'm sure Blackout could, too. I simply won't /let/ him.

Skyfire: Skyfire nods. I appreciate the sentiment, Starscream. *sigh* *goes back to his cubes*

Starscream: Starscream offers some of Bonecrusher's blend that TC gave him.

Skyfire: *optics light up slightly and takes the nearest cube gratefully, downing a large gulp*

Starscream: *drinking more moderately but definitely drinking - Bonecrusher's stuff is not Blackout's but it ain't light, either*

Skyfire: *drinkdrinkdrink* *nodnod* *hatesthisdaylalala*

Starscream: *is not terribly fond of it either are you sure we can't firebomb the entire place?*

Skyfire: *drinkdrink* but what would we do /after/ that...?

Starscream: Celebrate. *conviction*

Skyfire: ...*drinkdrinkslows* ...so you wouldn't mind if all the decepticons were destroyed and there was no LONGER a Decepticon faction to rule someday...? *curious curious...hopeful mebbe?*

Starscream: There's not much of a Decepticon faction right /now,/ either... *makes face* I'm thinkin' - screw them all. *waves mostly-empty cube* I hate everyone but you, Fireflight, and a couple of other mechs. Slag them all. I don't /need/ them.

Skyfire: *facial plates heat with pleasure and overcharge, optics bright with a grin* Really? You'd give it up? *hopeful little look*

Starscream: [[Bonecrusher's stuff = good stuff.]]

No, but I'd kill them all and call it done. *cheerfully takes another swig*

Starscream: And /then/ it'd be even /better/ than ruling them all, /because I wouldn't have to listen to them bitch./ *is pleased with this idea*

Skyfire: *blinks. It better then nothing...?* Oh... *shoulders still droop a bit* *takes BIGGER SWIG*

Skyfire: .......*blinks* ....*drinks mor*

Starscream: *blinks at Skyfire's droopiness* *reaches over and snuggles the drooping shoulders, new cube in hand?* Is that bad? They'd all get themselves slagged without me, the morons, whether they admit it or not... And /nobody's/ going to be slagging them 'cept /me./ So /there./

Skyfire: *shoulders droop a bit more, wings going down a bit as well* ...of course... *slowly takes cube, sips*

Starscream: ...Skyfire...? *drapes self around*

Skyfire: *deep SIGH, turns head away and focuses on cube and tasty, mind-numbing energon, huddled against self*

Starscream: *leans up against, worried, and tries to turn Skyfire's face back towards him* What's wrong...?

Skyfire: *shrugs slightly* ...nothing... *mumbled, lips to cube*

Starscream: *presses closer, arms going around Skyfire* Talk to me...?

Skyfire: *mumbles inaudibly, pulling legs up to chest and wrapping arms around his knees, chin resting on top. Wings go down all the way*

Starscream: /Skyfire?/ *tipsily worried, but worried nonetheless* *leans around to look into Skyfire's optics*

Skyfire: *deep blue optics, dark and liquid with overcharge and sadness, blearily stare back*

..whu..?

Starscream: *somewhat wobbly strokes his cheeks* What's /wrong?/ *worried*

Skyfire: *whimpers softly, burrowing down against his legs slightly* ...Dun know why you stick with them... dun understand it... *quiet and low*

Starscream: 'Cause they're mine. 'Cause... 'cause I'm a Decepticon, and second in command, and that makes them mine. I've got a rese- responsibility to 'em. Whether they like it or not, an' they don't. I worked /hard/ to be second, and air commander, and everything, and I'm /not/ giving it up just 'cause they're all slaggers.

Starscream: *leans on his side, using Skyfire's legs for support to watch his face*

Skyfire: *blinks slowly - its hard to argue with that - its screamer logic, and tends to work somehow even when it makes no sense to him. Now , at least, he's finally heard the rather /long overdue/ explanation for /why Starscream stays/, but...still...* *optics crinkle with confusion*

..But you're so unhappy here... Y' ..you get /hurt/...for stupid things...and they're so mean t' you...They dun...don't appreciate you... How does tha...how does that make it worth it...? *soft and slurred and pleading, so confused....*

Starscream: Doesn't. They're all slaggers, an' I hate 'em all. *positively* Still mine, though. Was - was gonna /make/ 'em respect me /all/ the time, not just when we're fighting, by takin' over, 'cause I could do it better, but... *shrugs* Don't need to anymore. 've got /you./

Skyfire: *jerks slightly, optics flick up to Starscream’s face staring as intently as his drunk self can* ....rly? *voice cracks slightly*

Starscream: *nods emphatically* Don't /need/ them.

Skyfire: *smiles, tentatively, before it droops again* ...But then...why do we /stay/? *imploringly*

Starscream: 'Cause 've got responsibilities and I like Fireflight and you'd feel bad eventually if we left everybody to get eaten by Unicron, which the stupid slaggers /would./ *ticking off on his claws - this has been a thing he has actually given more than a little bit of thought to*

Skyfire: *slowly makes a face* ...oh yeah... *nudges against Starscream slightly* ..still wish you wouldn't stay with 'em though...*soft* 're not good for you... makes me /hurt/ to see them hurt /you/... *rests forehead against Starscream’s shoulder, not willing to look at his face*

Starscream: S'just. It's not... *wraps arms around Skyfire's neck* I don' really like that they do, either, slaggers, but it doesn't... hurt as much as you think? Like you think it should. I think?

Skyfire: *flinches slightly at the last words, but relaxes into the touch* 'aybe it's just been goin' on for so long you can't see how wrong it is 'nymore... *mumbled against neck*

Starscream: ...prolly. *philosophical about this* You're the one that does all the moral. Stuff.

Skyfire: *keens softly at that, arms unwinding from his own legs to wrap around the seeker pressed against him, face never leaving his neck*

...you shouldn't need someone else to see that con...concerning your/self/, Star...

Starscream: Doesn't /bother/ me, though... *is confused again, but keeps his arms wrapped around Skyfire*

Skyfire: *snuffles against Starscreams neck, tightening grip* ...'should...

Starscream: *strokes Skyfire's back* ...'kay...

Starscream: [[It's not that he's actually selfish, like everybody seems to think. It's that he has gaping caverns of emotional need that he keeps scrabbling to try and fill. I think. Which leads to him... /acting/ like a total egotist, and to a degree he //is// (as in, he honestly really /knows/ he is the best damn choice for Air Commander available, which is /true,/ and he /knows/ he is damn hot in flight) but most of it is in response to everybody else thinking he sucks. Kinda?]]

Skyfire: *just kinda...CLINGS* ...good. ...y' gotta...gotta take care of yourself for me, m'kay? *pleadingly* 'n I don't just mean physi-...physically, either...

Starscream: /Always/ take care of myself, Skyfire... *puzzled again*

Skyfire: *shakes head against neck, murmuring negatively* Nooo.... Not in the other ways...not not the parts of yourself you can't /see/ 'nymore...

Starscream: ...Skyfire, I don' know what you're talking about... *really truly confused now* Is this another moral thing?

Skyfire: *lifts own head up at least, now slightly confused himself, but wanting to explain...* Nooo, it's not a moral thing... 's like...'s like, you know, you 'n me... Or like you 'n Fire'light! *brightly* ...We make you happy, right?

Starscream: ...yeah... *head tilted, still confused*

Skyfire: we....we get rid of some of that...non-caring...ness, yeah? ...Make things things better, like you said?

Starscream: ...I guess...? I /like/ Fireflight, an' I love /you,/ so I guess so...?

Skyfire: *wiggles closer, optics bright with feeling* ...and you feel better, now, about yurself...? And you feel better 'bout your life in gen-... general, now that you have us? Do you feel better, like...like a wound you couldn't fix has finally started to.../heal/, mebbe?

Starscream: *stares, absolutely at a loss for words* ...I guess...? I mean. 've got /you,/ and so. So everything's back to how I want it to be, and how it should be, and stuff like that. And I like Fireflight, 'cause - just 'cause I do. 'Cause he's Fireflight an' I think there're rules about it somewhere. But I dunno about healing wounds and stuff...

Skyfire: *grins broadly at that, radiating /happy/* *drunk and simple enough as it is - seem he must go simpler STILL* *humms thoughtfully* Then...do you just feel...more at /ease/, now, even when we're not around..? *head tilts inquiringly, still smiling*

Starscream: ...I guess...? *is very obviously guessing here, and hasn't given it any thought whatsoever* */approves/ of Skyfire being happier, though*

Skyfire: *grins more, and leans forwards to give him *chuu~!* on the tip of the nose* Think 'bout it sometime, alright...? *dozey, drunken grin, nuzzles against neck*

Starscream: ...okay? *will agree to basically anything if it makes Skyfire happy, and will /very/ happily nuzzle back - /that/ he understands, all of this silly 'introspection' aside*

Skyfire: nn 'ood...*wiggles up against Starscream, rather scrunched up but uncaring or unnoticing at the moment; presses his lips and murmurs something most likely affectionate against the side if Starscream's neck, before abruptly dropping into recharge*

Starscream: You're a weird 'bot, Skyfire. Love you anyway. *thrums a little, insinuating himself into Skyfire's lap, and will follow him into recharge once they're both prone and sprawled together*

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