Psalms of the Sparklings
G1 Bluestreak
Flat on his back, doors flared out behind him, Bluestreak lays almost covered by the tall grass swaying on either side of him. The medbay’s within optical range, but only just, and the Datsun’s dim optics stare blankly up into the sky, watching the clouds roll by overhead, the faintest echo of music on his internal radio leaking from ( Read more... )
Flat on his back, doors flared out behind him, Bluestreak lays almost covered by the tall grass swaying on either side of him. The medbay’s within optical range, but only just, and the Datsun’s dim optics stare blankly up into the sky, watching the clouds roll by overhead, the faintest echo of music on his internal radio leaking from ( Read more... )
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*he reached Medbay after going on a relieving flight around, finally free of all his worries and fears. Well, most of them anyways...*
*landing near the entrance and transforming, his ears perk at the sound of singing. It was soft and light, the voice familiar and the song a very, very old prayer song to Primus. Letting his curiousity, again, get the better of him, he follows the voice to where, surprisingly, Bluestreak was lying down and singing*
*he listen for a bit and when Blue finishes, he finally makes his presence known* Wow, Blue, I didn't know you sang psalms. I haven't heard one since my carrier passed away...*smiles fondly and brightly*
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*Flinches a bit, startled by the feline's appearance, rustling the grass around him as he jolts to the side to face him. Optics brightening, albeit slowly, he blushes and settles back into his 'nest' of flattened grass.*
Heh... I... I don't. Not usually... I just... was remembering a song I used to hear in the Crystal Gardens... I haven't heard it in a long time, and I don't remember any more of it...
*Reaching a hand out, he draws Cheetor close, tucking him up against his chestplates and nuzzling his helm*
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*Oh, how he missed his brother's shy mumblings. How could he have stayed away for so long?* Yeah, well, for what's it's worth I liked it. You have a nice voice, soothing...
*nuzzles in under Blue's chin, ears twitching slightly* I really am sorry I wasn't there when...that...happened. *sighs* I should've tried to go after Mirage, I mean what good is it to have an advanced sense of smell if I don't use it? Maybe you wouldn't've gotten into so much trouble...*lets his head rest against Blue's neck, listening to his energon pulse*
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*Optics dimming further, thoughtful, he winds both arms around the smaller form on his chest, one hand rubbing and petting Cheetor's twitching ears*
It's alright... it's not your fault... Like Siders said, I... I should have contacted Hound... he's a tracker... and he's one of Mirage's close friends... not mine, anymore, I'd wager...
*Rubbing his cheek against the smaller helm, he runs his free hand down the length of Cheetor's back, lazily petting the feline*
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*Absently meandering through another of stretch of the Nexus she'd yet to properly suss, Chromia stops short when she notices a familiar grey frame splayed out across the grass a little ways away. Her optics flicker once before a crooked smile crosses her expression.
She ambles up to him, stopping less than a meter away before crossing her arms and drawling.*
Hows the trigger finger been keepin'?
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*He jolts at the drawl with a little yelp of surprise, scrambling to sit himself upright, dim optics staring up at Chromia and waiting for sluggish protocols to remind him who he was talking to.*
Oh! Hello Miss Chromia! I... uh... trigger finger...? It's... I haven't really had much of a chance to ... to practice...
*Doors sink low at that realization, optics dropping a bit, away from meeting the femme's gaze*
Sorry, Miss Chromia... I... I should have come back to the range but I... things happened and... and... w-well...
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Forget about it kid. I'm just messin' with you.
*Her helm then lilts to the side slightly and she quirks an optic ridge.* And what did we agree on about the "Miss" thing? "Ma'am" is fine. "Miss" makes me feel like an old rust bucket.
*She gives her helm a brief shake and chuckles.* So how you been kid?
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*He only wilts further, fingertips twined together and fumbling awkwardly with one another. What a loaded question... he ponders telling her the truth, long and rambling and convoluted as it is, only to be made worse when it's Bluestreak relating the story, but he'd bogged down enough bots with his worries to last quite a while... no sense in dragging down someone else...*
I... a-alright... I've been alright, Chromia ma'am... thank you for asking. How have you been? I'm sorry I haven't come to see you at the range - I... I don't have my weapon right now so I sort of forgot all about it. Have you seen our Ironhide come in yet? I haven't but I've been here a lot lately and thought I might have just missed some newcomers, and I really wish he'd pop in soon because I really do miss him though I bet he'd grump at me for not practicing more diligently...
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*Rodimus hears the song and pauses to listen, but does not approach. The song itself is only vaguely familiar, but the sentiment is something he knows - even if, Chosen as he is, he feels distant from his god right now.*
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Fireflight chirped and sneaked over, he had missed him in the medbay when he was there.
"Hiiiii blue" he flopped over the red abdomen and purred "you sing pretty"
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*Lets out a 'Whuf' of his vents as he's flopped on, surprised by the sudden jet glompage. He offers a small laugh, relaxing back in the grass again when he realizes who it is*
Heh... thanks, Fireflight...
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do you know any others?
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*Offers a small shake of his head*
None that I can remember right now...
*Resting his head back in the grass, he shutters his optics with a sigh, stroking along one of the aerial's wings*
What're you doing here? I hardly expected to see you at the Medbay..
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