And I looked high and saw the empty sky... I'd drift with them in endless space...
*Thundercracker sits outside the derpcave and, as he is prone to do far too much, thinks.*
His wingmates are missing; Starscream presumably left behind in their own universe, had probably forgotten them and instead had taken command in Megatron’s absence. His trineleader would get a nasty shock he was sure whenever they left the Nexus and returned to their respective places… if they ever did that was, no one really seemed sure what happened or where the mechs that had been here and then left went. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know, it didn’t matter really so long as he ended up with his mate and Primus he hoped they had a choice.
Thundercracker knew what Skywarp’s choice would be, his mate would go home without question especially as moody and depressed as he had been lately. The other Seeker missed home badly, he could feel hints of it through the bond, how bored and unhappy he was with being here. The blue Seeker had failed miserably in cheering him up, at a loss for what to even try and now his mate was out flying somewhere, with his wingmate no doubt-and that thought had his wings bristling in annoyance, still distrustful of his copy- what did it say he wondered, if the faulty mimcry of himself could do what he, Skywarp’s bonded, could not? Proof perhaps that he was undeserving of his mate and the other, who had a claim on him before this place, was a better match; Thundercracker doubted that, very much, still sure at least that Skywarp was his without question.
It aggravated him that he couldn’t find an answer, Starscream would’ve have offered one, undoubtedly something violent and certainly in his mate’s repertoire but there was peace here and now things like that were highly frowned upon. He might’ve asked his own Skywarp -surely one thought very similarly to the other?- but he hadn’t seen his wingmate in so long he’d nearly forgotten the other was even here. That left him… with himself. He knew his mate had friends here, ones that could probably help him figure something out, but he would feel odd doing it; weren’t bonded mechs supposed to know things like that?
The same terrible feeling that had consumed him after the terrible incident with his own wingmate something that had been cured by finding his mate and now even Skywarp was unhappy, not his fault since as far as he knew he hadn’t brought him here, but still his fault that he couldn’t make him happy. That had led to him seeking out others when he should have remained with Thundercracker and worked to figure something out, that was the whole point of a bondmate but instead he had gone seeking someone else for answers and in a way shut him out, even if he could feel the emotions running through the other.
His wingmates had begun to ignore him, and each other, long before they got to this place; each of them had shared in their loneliness then and he’d been almost thankful to come here, at least in the Nexus there was a reason to be away from them, an excuse not to notice the rift that still lingered in their trine. A void his mate had filled and now, with Skywarp desperately wishing to go home and Thundercracker not sure he had a home to return to or whether it would be with his bonded; the whole uncertainty of the entire situation threw him off-balance. Since he’d not burden his mate with his troubles, couldn’t possibly add his own problems to Skywarp there was no one for him to turn to for even a suggestion of what he should do from here.
He felt isolated.
Again.
[Totally open post! Though don't expect that it will be particularly happy conversation x3]
His wingmates are missing; Starscream presumably left behind in their own universe, had probably forgotten them and instead had taken command in Megatron’s absence. His trineleader would get a nasty shock he was sure whenever they left the Nexus and returned to their respective places… if they ever did that was, no one really seemed sure what happened or where the mechs that had been here and then left went. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know, it didn’t matter really so long as he ended up with his mate and Primus he hoped they had a choice.
Thundercracker knew what Skywarp’s choice would be, his mate would go home without question especially as moody and depressed as he had been lately. The other Seeker missed home badly, he could feel hints of it through the bond, how bored and unhappy he was with being here. The blue Seeker had failed miserably in cheering him up, at a loss for what to even try and now his mate was out flying somewhere, with his wingmate no doubt-and that thought had his wings bristling in annoyance, still distrustful of his copy- what did it say he wondered, if the faulty mimcry of himself could do what he, Skywarp’s bonded, could not? Proof perhaps that he was undeserving of his mate and the other, who had a claim on him before this place, was a better match; Thundercracker doubted that, very much, still sure at least that Skywarp was his without question.
It aggravated him that he couldn’t find an answer, Starscream would’ve have offered one, undoubtedly something violent and certainly in his mate’s repertoire but there was peace here and now things like that were highly frowned upon. He might’ve asked his own Skywarp -surely one thought very similarly to the other?- but he hadn’t seen his wingmate in so long he’d nearly forgotten the other was even here. That left him… with himself. He knew his mate had friends here, ones that could probably help him figure something out, but he would feel odd doing it; weren’t bonded mechs supposed to know things like that?
The same terrible feeling that had consumed him after the terrible incident with his own wingmate something that had been cured by finding his mate and now even Skywarp was unhappy, not his fault since as far as he knew he hadn’t brought him here, but still his fault that he couldn’t make him happy. That had led to him seeking out others when he should have remained with Thundercracker and worked to figure something out, that was the whole point of a bondmate but instead he had gone seeking someone else for answers and in a way shut him out, even if he could feel the emotions running through the other.
His wingmates had begun to ignore him, and each other, long before they got to this place; each of them had shared in their loneliness then and he’d been almost thankful to come here, at least in the Nexus there was a reason to be away from them, an excuse not to notice the rift that still lingered in their trine. A void his mate had filled and now, with Skywarp desperately wishing to go home and Thundercracker not sure he had a home to return to or whether it would be with his bonded; the whole uncertainty of the entire situation threw him off-balance. Since he’d not burden his mate with his troubles, couldn’t possibly add his own problems to Skywarp there was no one for him to turn to for even a suggestion of what he should do from here.
He felt isolated.
Again.
[Totally open post! Though don't expect that it will be particularly happy conversation x3]