Parasite
Let's play a little game, shall we? This is a quick picture I drew some days ago, I thought maybe you guys would like to drabble something based on this picture. You can just write something in the comments with anything this picture makes you think is going on. :) If you want, that is!
( I told her things I didn't want to say. I need her and I hope she'll understand. Parasite Lady, Parasite Eyes. No need to cry. )
( I told her things I didn't want to say. I need her and I hope she'll understand. Parasite Lady, Parasite Eyes. No need to cry. )
“P-Prowl?” Jazz whispered, taking a step back as the tactician took one forward, closer to him. Something was emitting from between Prowls seams, enveloping him in a purple aura that frightened Jazz to his very core. Jazz's optics looked at the blade Prowl held, noting the fresh energon stains.
“Finally awake, Jazz...” Prowl closed the distance between them, backing Jazz to a wall. The visored mech didn't possess to strength to fire at his lover, the mech he was willing to give his spark for.
Prowls blade lingered around Jazz's neck cables and the spy off-lined his optics when he felt Prowl trace his energon stained knuckled over Jazz's cheek. The saboteur could look at the purple optics and energon stained face of Prowl.
“Online your optics Jazz.” Came the order and Jazz just shook his head. He felt the blade press over the lines and a hot breath over his lips.
“Look. At. Me.” The growl made Jazz's spark skip a beat.
“Jazz!”
“Jazz!”
“Jazz! Online your optics!”
Jazz didn't know what possessed him to online his visor, but he did it anyway and looked at the concerned face of his lover.
“Prowl?” Jazz whispered, not trusting his voice.
“You were having a bad memory purge Jazz.” Prowl continued to brush his knuckles over Jazz's cheek, looking at the too bright visor and tense body next to him.
“A... nightmare?” Jazz slightly relax. It was all just a dream. Jazz looked at Prowl. His Prowl. His beautiful and caring lover. He took in his features, relieved that no energon was staining his frame.
Jazz off-lined his visor, his tense posture slumping and curled around Prowl, reassuring himself that it was not real.
“Primus, Prowler...” Jazz muttered and buried his helm in Prowls neck.
“Rest Jazz. It's not real. I'll watch over you.” Prowl murmured and stroked Jazz's back, lulling him back in recharge. And as the quiet hum of Prowls systems lulled Jazz back in recharge, he missed the manic smile that appeared on Prowls face.
Yeahhhh, not so much as a drabble. Meh, this came in mind told my hands what to write :P The picture is awesome! I like his optics so much! :)
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All that tension and drama. And the ENDING! <3 It really made me giggle wickedly.
You made my morning! :D
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