underworld hymns

He supposed she could be excused—her ignorance in all things led to many awkward encounters and confusing conversations, but she was nowhere near as abrasive as some of the others. Even through the static of her broken vocoder he could hear the hesitation in her voice, and the way she stood at his side, now, helm tilted to see over the edge of the table, was remiss of the usual attitude he was accustomed to dealing with.

It wasn't his fault, her own for waiting so long to fix her damaged helm.

"I’ve had a lot on my mind lately-"

An understatement she was sure, but nothing she was so brash to address at the moment. She samples the words as if she's unable to truly understand them, especially coming from the Warlord. It hasn't been long that she was enlisted onto the ship, but she always watches. Megatron is not one to easily rile, nor scare, so the idea of him being plagued with thoughts that affect him on such a grand scale, Well-

Maybe she was rushing ahead.

"Y̸oų'̀l͠l find̛ I'̀m͠ anythi̛n͡g̡ but͠ ̢co͜n̶c͜èrne͡d.͢" She responds, tone as cold as usual. Still, there's a faint hint of...something, in her tone. Something rare. Long digits move like the legs of a frantic spider, watching her own movements curiously before her attention returns to the massive Warlord beside her. She decides, perhaps, to be bold today. 

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

—

❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother Carrier

☽ - a memory of their father Sire

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✓ - a sexual memory

There's a distinct sense of disgust that boils in the pit of her tank at the mere mention of affection, and she doesn't understand that of all mech's, it comes from him. She knows things, hears things in the vents that most others don't. He destroys and enjoys it, so why does he care about her? It doesn't make sense. Of course, it showed, she hadn't realized the expression that took residence up on her face plate, had been there for a good minute or two.

:: // Is that so? well, you'd be the first to say so. I suppose this is where I say that I'm honored. // :: She remarks.

Truthfully she doesn't know how to feel, but she knows being bitter and unpleasant is the only way she knows how to react.

"I͠ ̨do͏n͞'t ̨c͜a͏r͡e h̸ow͝ yoų ͘f̀eél ̕ab̶o̷u͜t͢ it,̸ ҉I̵ d̶o̸n̴'t̸ li̢k͞e th̸re͢at̷s̛,̢ em̧p̴ty̢ o̴r ͞n͡o̴t̨.҉ ҉Wh̸y ̷I'm͞ h̴e͢re is҉n'͝t a͞ny of͟ y̴o͏u̕r͝ ͜c̶o̶n̶ce͟rn èit́her, yo̸u͡ ̡d͏on͜'͞t̡ o̸wn͢ ͠m̷e͞,͢ ̸a̧nd I'͞m ͢f́ŗeè to͏ go̡ w͞herèe̕v̢er҉ I p̴l͡e͢as̛e͟. " She spat vehemently. 

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