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➳ (stedfast-as-thou)

Once she moves he can feel his nerves burning under his plating, screaming that it wasn’t protection but a trap. Folding his hands in his lap, he presses his talons into his palm to keep from screaming or flying off the handle. She was so huge that if she wanted him harmed, she’d simply eat him in one bite.

Rogue didn’t seem to notice that she had put Starscream on edge, jade optics dimmed and field relaxed as she merely laid there.

His hands continued to pet her, getting used to such a large frame so close that wasn’t going to lash out and hurt him. He bowed his helm and lightly nuzzled her before stretching to help her groom and get some dirt off her frame.

Her optics brightened the slightest then, field flaring lightly in amusement, “I am two-hundred and fifty million years old, dear Starscream. You will need to be a little more specific.”

➳ (stedfast-as-thou)

Once she moves he can feel his nerves burning under his plating, screaming that it wasn’t protection but a trap. Folding his hands in his lap, he presses his talons into his palm to keep from screaming or flying off the handle. She was so huge that if she wanted him harmed, she’d simply eat him in one bite.

Rogue didn’t seem to notice that she had put Starscream on edge, jade optics dimmed and field relaxed as she merely laid there.

➳ (stedfast-as-thou)

➳ (stedfast-as-thou)

Even when laying down she was huge. He had no clue what he was going to do for housing considering he didn’t have a proper aerie, let alone a spot large enough to shelter her. Moving closer slowly, he reached out to rest a hand on her.

Rogue didn’t move in the slightest when the hand came towards her face and she let out something akin to a deep purr. 

The purr that she made was nothing like her speaking voice and he sat down beside her, his ruby optics starting to fade to a less intense red. He knew what it felt like to deal with vocals that didn’t want to make the words properly. He’d had a crushed vox once, courtesy of Lord Megatron, and spent weeks relearning how to make it work because he hadn’t been permitted to see the medic. A lesson to ensure he didn’t try to lead a mutiny.

Rogue hummed softly, lifting her head the slightest where she lay, “I am Sharpclaw, but the name I go by is Rogue. I am what remains of an age long since past.” The days when she and her siblings freely roamed the planet with Quintus and Onyx still watching over them.

➳ (stedfast-as-thou)

Even when laying down she was huge. He had no clue what he was going to do for housing considering he didn’t have a proper aerie, let alone a spot large enough to shelter her. Moving closer slowly, he reached out to rest a hand on her.

Rogue didn’t move in the slightest when the hand came towards her face and she let out something akin to a deep purr. 

The bitlet giggled and cuddled up into the hug, wings wiggling happily, "Fly! Fly fly fly!"

Myrcene || "So, what will you be drinking?" A thick-framed Seeker leaned over the bar, offering Starscream an extensive menu of potent drinks perhaps not seen since before the war.

“Absolutely,” the older war-framed mecha gave a small nod and pulled down bottles to mix it up. She barely even measured as she poured, so used to this from owning a brewery with her trinemates before the war. The other two Seekers behind the counter rushed around on either side, obviously not quite yet at the skill level of their trine leader but doing just fine no less.

Relaxing in his seat, Starscream lifted the drink up to his lips and took a small sniff of it.  His hand shifted side to side to let the frozen sphere of crystal inside it clink against the sides of the glass, creating a bell like sound that let him know the ingredients were pure.  Dark red optics went bright with delight and he took a small sip of the drink, almost sliding down in his seat in pleasure.

“Of course. These recipes are all but burned into my processor after so many years,” Myrcene chuckled, amused as she watched Starscream relax so much. “And I would be very hard pressed to serve the slag most do anymore.”

Myrcene || "So, what will you be drinking?" A thick-framed Seeker leaned over the bar, offering Starscream an extensive menu of potent drinks perhaps not seen since before the war.

“Absolutely,” the older war-framed mecha gave a small nod and pulled down bottles to mix it up. She barely even measured as she poured, so used to this from owning a brewery with her trinemates before the war. The other two Seekers behind the counter rushed around on either side, obviously not quite yet at the skill level of their trine leader but doing just fine no less.

Nightblaze || There were some small squeaks and chirrs nearby, followed by a Seekerling too young to be without creators- and yet the little one was alone. Upon seeing Starscream, however, she hid behind some rubble and peeked out at him from the side. Was he nice? She couldn't tell but definitely hoped so.

Nightblaze latched onto his cockpit once she was in his arms, making no protests whatsoever, “M’kay.” was her soft answer, little wings pinning to her back as she cuddled into Star’s arms. She recognized the feeling of safety she got with Starscream, and was reluctant to let it go.

Nightblaze || There were some small squeaks and chirrs nearby, followed by a Seekerling too young to be without creators- and yet the little one was alone. Upon seeing Starscream, however, she hid behind some rubble and peeked out at him from the side. Was he nice? She couldn't tell but definitely hoped so.

Higher? The thought hadn’t occurred to Nightblaze, and she tilted her helm. She didn’t see anything higher and wouldn’t make her easier to see anyways? “…no higher.”

“Can you use your thrusters?” Starscream bent over, extending his arms to her. He doubted her thrusters would get her anywhere but it was always good to encourage young ones to try even if it was short bursts. “Where is your Carri? Your Sire?”

Nightblaze tried to use her thrusters upon the encouragement, but as predicted, didn't get much more than a few feet. She stumbled the rest of the way to him, little wings flapping in an attempt to help the bitlet keep her balance. Nightblaze grabbed onto him once close to steady herself, wings flaring out slightly. 

Nightblaze || There were some small squeaks and chirrs nearby, followed by a Seekerling too young to be without creators- and yet the little one was alone. Upon seeing Starscream, however, she hid behind some rubble and peeked out at him from the side. Was he nice? She couldn't tell but definitely hoped so.

Higher? The thought hadn't occurred to Nightblaze, and she tilted her helm. She didn't see anything higher and wouldn't make her easier to see anyways? "...no higher."

Voidwhisper || Its been too long since he's seen the Useless One and the vorpal hunter is going to curl around his god with a content purr-growl.

The hunter hummed softly, although his coils about the God tightened the slightest protectively, “Understandable; I’m not sure anyone likes being forgotten.” And he knew Rung especially didn’t like it.