This one's for Casha, who needs many hugs.
Title: Little Steps. - for __wilderness__
Rating: G
Warnings: None I can think of.
Pairings: Inferno x Red Alert.
Summary: In order to love someone else truly and enjoy their love, one must first learn to love oneself.
Notes: A gift fic for __wilderness__ *hugs and sends love*
He hated them. Primus, how much he hated them. He stared and stared, and no matter how much he tried to reassure himself, he couldn't bring himself to find a single thing about them that didn't upset him.
It wasn't about his looks, no. He wasn't self conscious about his appearance, but his optics... Primus, how he hated them. They felt hollow to him, so empty, so unappealing. Hardly any of those beautiful blue shades other mechs had. They made him feel like a nothing but a sparkless shell, even if he knew he, in fact, did have a spark beating in his chamber.
But the way others acted around him, the way they treated him, the way they only saw his bursts of paranoia and excessive security measures. Was this empty void of nothing what others saw when they looked at him in the optics? Was this the reason they treated him like a glorified drone with a little more processing capability than the norm?
"They're beautiful."
Red Alert turned around to face Inferno. "What?"
"They're beautiful, Red." Inferno moved closer and cupped the Lamborghini's cheek with his hand. "Don't care what others think. They're beautiful, an' I love 'em."
Red Alert tilted his head in confusion. How could Inferno even find those dark optics of his beautiful?
As if he had been reading his mind, the fire engine smiled and traced a fingertip along the edge of the socket. "They're part of ya, Red. That's what makes 'em beautiful."
"Nonsense."
"Say what ya want, Red, but they are for me. And so is the rest of you." Inferno smiled sadly. "But ya know what would make them even more stunnin'?"
"What?" Red Alert asked genuinely curious.
"If you let yourself love them, too." Inferno planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. "'Cause if ya don't love yourself, Red, my lovin' ya won't mean a thing in the long run."
"Little steps, Red. One at a time, but once you've taken the first step, Red, you won't stop." With a little smile that promised that love would be there for him despite everything, Inferno left the room.
Red Alert watched Inferno leave and pondered his words carefully. It was true that Inferno would love him despite anything, and that his affection meant so much for the Security Director, but in the end if he, too, didn't learn to love himself, not even Inferno would be able to keep him afloat forever. It wasn't fair for Inferno and wasn't fair for himself.
"Little steps," Red Alert whispered to himself. For a while he did nothing more than sit in his place and ponder things over before he decided to follow after Inferno. "One step at a time."
'But but once you've taken the first step you won't stop.'
Rating: G
Warnings: None I can think of.
Pairings: Inferno x Red Alert.
Summary: In order to love someone else truly and enjoy their love, one must first learn to love oneself.
Notes: A gift fic for __wilderness__ *hugs and sends love*
He hated them. Primus, how much he hated them. He stared and stared, and no matter how much he tried to reassure himself, he couldn't bring himself to find a single thing about them that didn't upset him.
It wasn't about his looks, no. He wasn't self conscious about his appearance, but his optics... Primus, how he hated them. They felt hollow to him, so empty, so unappealing. Hardly any of those beautiful blue shades other mechs had. They made him feel like a nothing but a sparkless shell, even if he knew he, in fact, did have a spark beating in his chamber.
But the way others acted around him, the way they treated him, the way they only saw his bursts of paranoia and excessive security measures. Was this empty void of nothing what others saw when they looked at him in the optics? Was this the reason they treated him like a glorified drone with a little more processing capability than the norm?
"They're beautiful."
Red Alert turned around to face Inferno. "What?"
"They're beautiful, Red." Inferno moved closer and cupped the Lamborghini's cheek with his hand. "Don't care what others think. They're beautiful, an' I love 'em."
Red Alert tilted his head in confusion. How could Inferno even find those dark optics of his beautiful?
As if he had been reading his mind, the fire engine smiled and traced a fingertip along the edge of the socket. "They're part of ya, Red. That's what makes 'em beautiful."
"Nonsense."
"Say what ya want, Red, but they are for me. And so is the rest of you." Inferno smiled sadly. "But ya know what would make them even more stunnin'?"
"What?" Red Alert asked genuinely curious.
"If you let yourself love them, too." Inferno planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. "'Cause if ya don't love yourself, Red, my lovin' ya won't mean a thing in the long run."
"Little steps, Red. One at a time, but once you've taken the first step, Red, you won't stop." With a little smile that promised that love would be there for him despite everything, Inferno left the room.
Red Alert watched Inferno leave and pondered his words carefully. It was true that Inferno would love him despite anything, and that his affection meant so much for the Security Director, but in the end if he, too, didn't learn to love himself, not even Inferno would be able to keep him afloat forever. It wasn't fair for Inferno and wasn't fair for himself.
"Little steps," Red Alert whispered to himself. For a while he did nothing more than sit in his place and ponder things over before he decided to follow after Inferno. "One step at a time."
'But but once you've taken the first step you won't stop.'