*Auspex wanders Autobot City, lost in thought. It's been a bit of time since the successful transference of Jetstorm's brothers to their own bodies, and she is still tremendously excited that it's finally come to pass, without any setbacks
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*she blinks up at him, a bit dazed under the onslaught of affection. She is rather aware of where they are, and which people might be disturbed at the sight of a hesitant priestess thus attended by a charge.*
*But the darkness in his thoughts is easing, and, honestly... there are times she craves the chance to lavish affection on those she serves and loves, without fear of offending, or embarassing, or frightening them. She frightens herself, at times, with the depth of feeling they draw from her; how she resonates with their pain, how much she wishes to vanquish it, with words, or with actions, anything, short of harming others, that will not only banish it, but ensure that it doesn't return
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Jetstorm kneads at her armor, reveling in the ability to touch her, hold her and know she will not be taken away from him. "You do not need to try to do anything other than that, Auspex. I do not think you could stop doing what you do, and I think it would fall flat if you consciously attempted it."
He smiles, a ghost-smile that almost seems imagined once it vanishes.
*Auspex tilts her head, silent and thoughtful, though she is still trembling faintly, partly unsettled at his wish to keep her so near, partly thankful for the support* I'm not sure what it is that is affecting you, to even make the attempt, anyway.
*She looks up to see the flicker of smile come and go, and very lightly smooths the backs of her fingers against his cheek, making a simple observation* You smiled... but you stopped.
"I do that." He cycles air, turns back out to look at the morning sun. "I have smiled as I killed, as I damned my brothers, as I gave worlds to my god. I have smiled as I toyed with my beloved and as I have laid on my back for the Void."
*Auspex shudders slightly, scooting just that much closer. A vision once allowed her to see the state his brothers were in when he'd caught them. She knows of Void's treatment of Scourge; Jetstorm was his second, rather than his prisoner, but it's no less disturbing to contemplate what Jetstorm is implying. His treatment of Motormaster, his aid in destroying planets... more things that she'd rather not imagine*
*She's seen some of that Chaotic darkness, seen the effects of it; she knows what haunts his past. But now, she wants to look at his future.*
*she lowers her hand from his cheek, leaning her helm there instead, and wraps her arms around him, potential audience or not* You need new things to smile about. Good things, light things; no more darkness.
*she pauses to peer at him quizzically; it's a somewhat comical expression on an otherwise serious face. She smiles uncertainly* You are humanizing at me, I think? *She chuckles softly, getting the idea, if not the specific expression*
The future is what you make of it. But, I am optimistic. I am also hopeful that you will learn to be so, again, yourself. It will take time and patience... but I have faith in you. *her smile is much more confident, this time, full of the peace and reassurance that is her strength*
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*But the darkness in his thoughts is easing, and, honestly... there are times she craves the chance to lavish affection on those she serves and loves, without fear of offending, or embarassing, or frightening them. She frightens herself, at times, with the depth of feeling they draw from her; how she resonates with their pain, how much she wishes to vanquish it, with words, or with actions, anything, short of harming others, that will not only banish it, but ensure that it doesn't return ( ... )
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He smiles, a ghost-smile that almost seems imagined once it vanishes.
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*She looks up to see the flicker of smile come and go, and very lightly smooths the backs of her fingers against his cheek, making a simple observation* You smiled... but you stopped.
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"Is it any wonder that smiles flee from me now?"
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*She's seen some of that Chaotic darkness, seen the effects of it; she knows what haunts his past. But now, she wants to look at his future.*
*she lowers her hand from his cheek, leaning her helm there instead, and wraps her arms around him, potential audience or not* You need new things to smile about. Good things, light things; no more darkness.
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The future is what you make of it. But, I am optimistic. I am also hopeful that you will learn to be so, again, yourself. It will take time and patience... but I have faith in you. *her smile is much more confident, this time, full of the peace and reassurance that is her strength*
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