One by one, they fell away... [Narrative/Open]
Who: Sunstreaker (tf_headhunter) and open...
What: Remembering the lost.
Where: Eastern District, the cliffs over the beach.
When: Late Sunday night, moments before midnight.
Warnings: None, unless you count a bit of angst.
Notes: None.
So maybe he had become a bit of a shut-in lately. He didn't particularly care. Sunstreaker knew that he was healthier mentally at present than he had been in a very long time. Ratchet - the one from his reality - had once determined him to something of a sociopath. The yellow Autobot couldn't say that the physician had been incorrect. His Autobot brother likely would have agreed, especially with how Sunstreaker had treated Sideswipe for so long back home. But things were better now. No one could tell him otherwise.
Driving out to the cliffs that overlooked the beach, Sunstreaker transformed to robot mode and continued on foot, hiking and climbing up the boulder and tree-dotted slopes. He hadn't really done that much to commemorate Mother's Day. Honestly, it hurt the human part of him to think for too long about the woman who raised the Hunter side...partially because she'd done such a poor job at the end. Because of what she'd done to herself. He resented his human sister for what she'd done, as well. Abandoning them when they needed her the most.
But today... Today he could at least try to think on the man who'd been the first to fall as their family started to come apart at the seams.
Reaching the cliffs, Sunstreaker looked out over the ocean beyond, listening to the waves as they rolled against the rocks below. He didn't intend to leave a marker. His father was buried back home in a cemetery not far from the old house in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The sensible sort, he probably would have laughed at the very idea of a place like Nautilus existing. But, in remembrance of the man who had held the O'nion family together through the worst of times, Sunstreaker knew he wanted to do something.
Bending up a large bottle of hard liquor in one hand, he pulled the over-sized cork and tossed it aside before pouring the contents out over the ledge. The whiskey trickled out slowly, giving Sunstreaker time to think...and speak.
"Mom drank herself to death when we lost you, Dad. Because of that, I swore I'd never drink in your name or in your memory. Or in hers. As I pour this out now, I swear I'll never let something like this consume and ruin me completely. I don't blame you for what happened. That you left us too soon... You were good to us, to all of us. And I hope you can forgive Mom for what she let herself become and for what your daughter did in leaving us. I know I'm still working on that much, but you were a stronger man than I was... I just hope you're not too disappointed in what I've become. If you were still around today, your opinion would be one of the only ones that would matter to me."
Optics dimming as the last of the liquid dripped from the bottle, Sunstreaker crushed the glass in his hand, letting the shards fall away into the water and wind. "You make me wish both halves of me had known you, Dad. My bot half trained under a guy named Kup... Grizzled old mech that he was, you probably would have liked him and his no-nonsense way of doing things. The both of you probably could have gotten all of me straightened out..."
As he ground the last bits of glass between his fingers, he sighed.
"Red in peace, old man. I still miss you."
What: Remembering the lost.
Where: Eastern District, the cliffs over the beach.
When: Late Sunday night, moments before midnight.
Warnings: None, unless you count a bit of angst.
Notes: None.
So maybe he had become a bit of a shut-in lately. He didn't particularly care. Sunstreaker knew that he was healthier mentally at present than he had been in a very long time. Ratchet - the one from his reality - had once determined him to something of a sociopath. The yellow Autobot couldn't say that the physician had been incorrect. His Autobot brother likely would have agreed, especially with how Sunstreaker had treated Sideswipe for so long back home. But things were better now. No one could tell him otherwise.
Driving out to the cliffs that overlooked the beach, Sunstreaker transformed to robot mode and continued on foot, hiking and climbing up the boulder and tree-dotted slopes. He hadn't really done that much to commemorate Mother's Day. Honestly, it hurt the human part of him to think for too long about the woman who raised the Hunter side...partially because she'd done such a poor job at the end. Because of what she'd done to herself. He resented his human sister for what she'd done, as well. Abandoning them when they needed her the most.
But today... Today he could at least try to think on the man who'd been the first to fall as their family started to come apart at the seams.
Reaching the cliffs, Sunstreaker looked out over the ocean beyond, listening to the waves as they rolled against the rocks below. He didn't intend to leave a marker. His father was buried back home in a cemetery not far from the old house in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The sensible sort, he probably would have laughed at the very idea of a place like Nautilus existing. But, in remembrance of the man who had held the O'nion family together through the worst of times, Sunstreaker knew he wanted to do something.
Bending up a large bottle of hard liquor in one hand, he pulled the over-sized cork and tossed it aside before pouring the contents out over the ledge. The whiskey trickled out slowly, giving Sunstreaker time to think...and speak.
"Mom drank herself to death when we lost you, Dad. Because of that, I swore I'd never drink in your name or in your memory. Or in hers. As I pour this out now, I swear I'll never let something like this consume and ruin me completely. I don't blame you for what happened. That you left us too soon... You were good to us, to all of us. And I hope you can forgive Mom for what she let herself become and for what your daughter did in leaving us. I know I'm still working on that much, but you were a stronger man than I was... I just hope you're not too disappointed in what I've become. If you were still around today, your opinion would be one of the only ones that would matter to me."
Optics dimming as the last of the liquid dripped from the bottle, Sunstreaker crushed the glass in his hand, letting the shards fall away into the water and wind. "You make me wish both halves of me had known you, Dad. My bot half trained under a guy named Kup... Grizzled old mech that he was, you probably would have liked him and his no-nonsense way of doing things. The both of you probably could have gotten all of me straightened out..."
As he ground the last bits of glass between his fingers, he sighed.
"Red in peace, old man. I still miss you."