"We welcome a grandiose age of prosperity and wealth for our brethren, today. Can you not feel it, brother?"
The Lord High Protector turned and smiled at his sib - twice over, by creation and by choice - sharp claws and razor-etched smile somehow softened by the expression lurking merrily in his red-hued optics.
"What I feel right now is dread at the amount of paperwork which comes with this fancy new title I seem to have ended up with."
The new Prime shook his head, giving his closed office door a side-long look of mock-fear. Megatron stilled at his words then chuckle, the sound deep and throaty, resonating through his frame in a merry rumble.
"Me to protect the present, and you to plan for the future, brother," was his merry reply as he took one step back, then another. "Together, we are unstoppable. Nothing can stand in our way!" He made his escape by dint of simply hopping out the window, transforming with liquid grace to his flight mode. His laughter vibrated through his frame once more as he sped away, wanting nothing to do with anything resembling paperwork or administrative duties, the laughter of his brother Prime following him in the skies of Cybertron.
~*~
"The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, gang aft a-gley..."
Recognition flared briefly in the fading red optics and as his brother died, Optimus recognized the faint tremor which drifted through his frame. He did not expect the faint transmission over a channel long kept silent.
#And leave us nought but grief and pain, for promis'd joy...#
---- * From the poem "To a Mouse" by Robert Burns.
The Lord High Protector turned and smiled at his sib - twice over, by creation and by choice - sharp claws and razor-etched smile somehow softened by the expression lurking merrily in his red-hued optics.
"What I feel right now is dread at the amount of paperwork which comes with this fancy new title I seem to have ended up with."
The new Prime shook his head, giving his closed office door a side-long look of mock-fear. Megatron stilled at his words then chuckle, the sound deep and throaty, resonating through his frame in a merry rumble.
"Me to protect the present, and you to plan for the future, brother," was his merry reply as he took one step back, then another. "Together, we are unstoppable. Nothing can stand in our way!" He made his escape by dint of simply hopping out the window, transforming with liquid grace to his flight mode. His laughter vibrated through his frame once more as he sped away, wanting nothing to do with anything resembling paperwork or administrative duties, the laughter of his brother Prime following him in the skies of Cybertron.
~*~
"The best laid schemes o' mice an' men, gang aft a-gley..."
Recognition flared briefly in the fading red optics and as his brother died, Optimus recognized the faint tremor which drifted through his frame. He did not expect the faint transmission over a channel long kept silent.
#And leave us nought but grief and pain, for promis'd joy...#
----
* From the poem "To a Mouse" by Robert Burns.
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