So many Starscreams so little time...

[onetruesikorsky]

WHO: Animated Megatron Warlord turned Pansy ONETRUESIKORSKY and Emoscreamer WINGEDWOOBIE
WHAT: Trolling the logs to give you more cute in the form of INTENSE CUDDLING before it will never happen again. :l
WHERE: Megatron's Apartment (...okay, and Shockwave's, two of the Starscreams, and Blackout's too. What a party.)
WHEN: After TFA Starscream

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[wingedwoobie]

The Seeker in question tilts his head, glancing down at his own captive wrist. He himself was tired, the enormous stress and responsibility he had found himself in wearing him down. The first few days of the virus, Starscream had remained in a light, attentive recharge during the nights- waiting for any attack, threat, or sign of a more dangerous side of the virus. During the day he would shadow Megatron, monitor his actions and in general watch over him. The Second in Command's anxiety slowly grew day by day, as he had to come to his Commander's defense and protection more and more.

While this was Megatron, it wasnt the mech he swore loyalty to. Right now his Leader was anything but; he meant well, and had the kindest spark that Starscream had ever seen- but he couldnt stand up for himself, was too soft, and was unable to lead himself, let alone an army

[onetruesikorsky]

Megatron submissively kept his helm down even after the cuff released his wrist. He flexed his hand a few times to test it before he heaved a heavy sigh from his vents, all of the tension and worry from the past few solid days seeming to escape along with it.

"I don't... like this," his voice was soft as he shook his helm, thick barrel arms curling around himself as he sat on the very edge of his bed. His sheer weight made the foam dip considerably, but he didn't seem to notice.

[wingedwoobie]

Instinctively he follows, steps faltering as he watches in the vulnerable Warlord. He... wasnt used to this; to seeing this, to have it be someone other than himself facing mental distress- let alone his Leader. It only seemed to hammer in the fact that he had to help him in anyway he could to return him to normal.

Until then though, he couldnt leave Megatron like this.

Pushing back his discomfort and nervousness in his spark, Starscream sits next to his Commander, sighing through his vents and being sure to keep his distance.

"None of us do, Megatron."

[onetruesikorsky]

Suddenly the scuffs, scrapes, and dents in his fingers from millions of stellar cycles of war seemed far more interesting than most everything else as they fell into his lap. Still, his gaze was distant, like he had just lost some great battle when really it had only been a discussion in the living area between three mechs trying to right wrongs, two of them processing wrong in their own minds.

His voice only seemed softer than before, and his shoulders visibly sagged.

"...no one is listening to me. I just want you all safe..."

Sighing again, he shook his helm before glancing over at the Seeker that was far too distant for his own twisted tastes.

"...I don't bite, you know. No need to be so distant." Unless you want to be.