Perspective - Part 6
Title: Matter of Perspective (Chapter 6 - Work of Art)
Author: sideswipe_tf
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Warnings: none
A/N: I thought I would challenge myself and try to tell a story about Ratchet and the twins through a series of drabbles. Each character has one drabble per chapter (three drabbles per chapter) and each chapter focuses on a specific idea or event. I am also sticking with the interpretation of exactly 100 words per drabble. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
(I do not own Transformers.)
Ratchet:
Ratchet shifted slightly as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his windshield. His frame was not fatigued but he felt self-conscious as he felt Sunstreaker's optics studying him intensely. This was the third session of posing for the artist and likely the last. It was not unpleasant; Sunstreaker treated his subject with dignity and respect while Sideswipe was attentive to Ratchet's needs. He had not yet seen the painting; the golden warrior would not allow him to see it until it was complete. He couldn't help but be curious to see how it would turn out.
Sideswipe:
Sideswipe took in the scene; his brother was painting while Ratchet posed. Knowing that the medic would feel uncomfortable under Sunstreaker's scrutiny, the red twin took great care to keep up an easy banter, keep Ratchet fueled, and make sure the sessions did not run unreasonably long. That didn't mean Sideswipe couldn't enjoy looking at the medic. He most certainly was enjoying getting an opticful of freshly waxed red and white plating. Ratchet was attractive but he sure did clean up nicely. He tried not to stare and looked away when he got caught, quickly pretending to do something else.
Sunstreaker:
Sunstreaker was lost in his art. Time had no meaning as he worked to capture Ratchet's very being with his paints. The golden mech loved to paint; he loved to paint beautiful things even more. Painting a mech's portrait was almost as good as touching. There was an intimacy between artist and subject that couldn't be described but instead was felt. Sunstreaker did want to touch and he imagined that the brush stroking the canvas was really his servos running along every bit of the medic's plating. Sunstreaker was in his own reality as he painted and he was happy.
Author: sideswipe_tf
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Warnings: none
A/N: I thought I would challenge myself and try to tell a story about Ratchet and the twins through a series of drabbles. Each character has one drabble per chapter (three drabbles per chapter) and each chapter focuses on a specific idea or event. I am also sticking with the interpretation of exactly 100 words per drabble. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
(I do not own Transformers.)
Ratchet:
Ratchet shifted slightly as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his windshield. His frame was not fatigued but he felt self-conscious as he felt Sunstreaker's optics studying him intensely. This was the third session of posing for the artist and likely the last. It was not unpleasant; Sunstreaker treated his subject with dignity and respect while Sideswipe was attentive to Ratchet's needs. He had not yet seen the painting; the golden warrior would not allow him to see it until it was complete. He couldn't help but be curious to see how it would turn out.
Sideswipe:
Sideswipe took in the scene; his brother was painting while Ratchet posed. Knowing that the medic would feel uncomfortable under Sunstreaker's scrutiny, the red twin took great care to keep up an easy banter, keep Ratchet fueled, and make sure the sessions did not run unreasonably long. That didn't mean Sideswipe couldn't enjoy looking at the medic. He most certainly was enjoying getting an opticful of freshly waxed red and white plating. Ratchet was attractive but he sure did clean up nicely. He tried not to stare and looked away when he got caught, quickly pretending to do something else.
Sunstreaker:
Sunstreaker was lost in his art. Time had no meaning as he worked to capture Ratchet's very being with his paints. The golden mech loved to paint; he loved to paint beautiful things even more. Painting a mech's portrait was almost as good as touching. There was an intimacy between artist and subject that couldn't be described but instead was felt. Sunstreaker did want to touch and he imagined that the brush stroking the canvas was really his servos running along every bit of the medic's plating. Sunstreaker was in his own reality as he painted and he was happy.