Persistence
Title: Persistence (30 smiles)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Silverbolt/Blackarachnia
Verse: Beast Wars
Notes: I found a set of prompts from the old 30_smiles LJ community on my harddrive and decided to give it a shot, drabble-style. (The comm itself is gone now, but I liked this set better than the replacement comm's sets, so.) Thirty smiles shared between our favorite star-crossed lovers in no particular order. 5/30, so far.
Ultra Relax
Primal assigns her quarters but it’s almost a formality. (She has very little in the way of belongings; it isn’t like she can go back to the Darksyde and demand they hand over her equipment.) He suggests that she can use her room to unwind and it’s a nice thought; perhaps she will need it in the future. For now she spends little time in the room set aside for her, even for recharge. Silverbolt’s berth is big enough for the both of them.
And his sleepy smile when he sees her upon awakening is all the relaxation she needs.
No Promises
“No promises,” she says when they are alone, “I might get a better offer, after all.”
But he just smiles, his arms tight around her. “I highly doubt that,” he returns confidently, “for none could love you more than I, my lady.”
And she has to admit, if only privately, that he is probably right on both counts. But she likes to keep him on his talons so she just smiles coyly and pushes him away, slipping quickly around the bulk of the Ark.
She knows he’ll come after her. It’s what brought them here, together, in the first place.
Cold body
She is dreaming.
His body lies cold in her arms with the parody of a smile frozen on his lips. She shakes him and shouts at him but his spark is gone, never to return. It is mine! she wants to scream, you gave it to me! but all she can manage is a dreadful keen that goes on without end.
She wakes and reaches for him. His body is warm beside her and she hates herself for her weakness even as she rests her helm on his torso plate to hear the comforting thrum of his spark pulsing within.
Skylines
He writes her name across the sky one day in soft puffy clouds of exhaust; large white glyphs against the unending blue of the sky.
“Great,” she huffs as he lands before her with a proud grin, “you’ve just broadcasted our location to every Predacon within range. Good job, Jo-Jo.”
His reaction is almost comical as he regards her with wide, sparkful eyes and drooping ears. She tells herself to be strong; his puppy-optics have no effect on her.
Oh, who is she kidding? “I guess I was getting bored anyways,” she allows and he immediately bounces back, tail a-wagging.
Crazy
“If I am glitched, it is because I am glitched from love for you,” he declares one evening. She gives him an incredulous look (and really, how does he keep finding her?) as she carefully adjusts the array she’s building. (She’s fairly sure he’s supposed to be stopping her, but he’s not very good at following orders like that. Lucky her.)
“That doesn’t even make sense,” she says, but she can’t seem to suppress the smile that is twitching upwards. He catches it and returns it tenfold, his entire countenance brighter than the moon hanging heavy in the night sky.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Silverbolt/Blackarachnia
Verse: Beast Wars
Notes: I found a set of prompts from the old 30_smiles LJ community on my harddrive and decided to give it a shot, drabble-style. (The comm itself is gone now, but I liked this set better than the replacement comm's sets, so.) Thirty smiles shared between our favorite star-crossed lovers in no particular order. 5/30, so far.
Ultra Relax
Primal assigns her quarters but it’s almost a formality. (She has very little in the way of belongings; it isn’t like she can go back to the Darksyde and demand they hand over her equipment.) He suggests that she can use her room to unwind and it’s a nice thought; perhaps she will need it in the future. For now she spends little time in the room set aside for her, even for recharge. Silverbolt’s berth is big enough for the both of them.
And his sleepy smile when he sees her upon awakening is all the relaxation she needs.
No Promises
“No promises,” she says when they are alone, “I might get a better offer, after all.”
But he just smiles, his arms tight around her. “I highly doubt that,” he returns confidently, “for none could love you more than I, my lady.”
And she has to admit, if only privately, that he is probably right on both counts. But she likes to keep him on his talons so she just smiles coyly and pushes him away, slipping quickly around the bulk of the Ark.
She knows he’ll come after her. It’s what brought them here, together, in the first place.
Cold body
She is dreaming.
His body lies cold in her arms with the parody of a smile frozen on his lips. She shakes him and shouts at him but his spark is gone, never to return. It is mine! she wants to scream, you gave it to me! but all she can manage is a dreadful keen that goes on without end.
She wakes and reaches for him. His body is warm beside her and she hates herself for her weakness even as she rests her helm on his torso plate to hear the comforting thrum of his spark pulsing within.
Skylines
He writes her name across the sky one day in soft puffy clouds of exhaust; large white glyphs against the unending blue of the sky.
“Great,” she huffs as he lands before her with a proud grin, “you’ve just broadcasted our location to every Predacon within range. Good job, Jo-Jo.”
His reaction is almost comical as he regards her with wide, sparkful eyes and drooping ears. She tells herself to be strong; his puppy-optics have no effect on her.
Oh, who is she kidding? “I guess I was getting bored anyways,” she allows and he immediately bounces back, tail a-wagging.
Crazy
“If I am glitched, it is because I am glitched from love for you,” he declares one evening. She gives him an incredulous look (and really, how does he keep finding her?) as she carefully adjusts the array she’s building. (She’s fairly sure he’s supposed to be stopping her, but he’s not very good at following orders like that. Lucky her.)
“That doesn’t even make sense,” she says, but she can’t seem to suppress the smile that is twitching upwards. He catches it and returns it tenfold, his entire countenance brighter than the moon hanging heavy in the night sky.