#echoingvoices

“Unicron! Look! Look what I made for you!”

In the vast emptiness of space, where nothing but a pair of young entities existed together, the younger of the two laughed happily as he swirled through a cloud that he had just made. He was still learning how to fine tune his abilities, and he knew it would take many endless attempts to perfect his gift of creation. It was a gift that he had been given from his sibling when they had been split.

Chaos was meant to manipulate what was around them, but it had been Order that truly wanted to create. A concept neither grasped nor cared about when the were so young and knew nothing of the concept of time or that anything but them existed in the vast emptiness that was their playground.

Even the One ignored them. Primus was fine with that. As long as he had Unicron, he was a happy entity.

“I remembered what you liked to snack on the best. I made a. . . A this!” Primus didn’t so much speak to his other half so much as the bond they shared at their core was a reflection of emotions. A flux of happy, curious, and emotions that all said he was proud and wanted Unicron to be proud of him too.

“Look!” A cloud of interstellar matter swirled between the two entities. It wasn’t the best thing to look at, but Primus didn’t care. As long as Unicron liked how it tasted and knew that it was made just for him. It would sent the younger entity’s Core soaring in joy and send him off to try and create more for his older half.

Has your muse ever been ‘hoist by their own petard?’

Meme [x] | Peek into my character’s past! | 〆 for a childhood story

Her pack had touched down in a stable asteroid belt to rest for a while and scavenge for fuel and supplies at one point. The best part was that Jackjaw and fledglings were allowed to go asteroid hopping and digging around. While exploring they discovered an icy body that had some energon growing just below the surface. One of her pack mates, a lively little femme by the name of Trill, decided she could dig for it. 

9.  Pulling them into a slow dance.

“Oh come now, Echo, it’s easy!  Just like this.  One, two, three.  One, two, three.  One, two, three.”  Teal danced slowly around the commons room by himself, arms up as if he had an invisible partner.  After all, slow dancing was the only kind of dancing he was actually good at.

Echo sat on the couch, frown in place, helm already moving from side to side in clear ‘no’ motion.  Teal turned to her and held out a servo.  She looked from the outstretched servo offered to her to the medic.  “This is stupid.”  And it was.  Going round and round in circles was pointless.  Whether you did it to a particular rhythm or not.  It was all made worse because….she actually wanted to learn.  Because….reasons.  Poseidon reasons.

The medic only gave a soft laugh.  “Maybe.  But this is the only way to learn.  Come on.”

Echo hesitated.

“Come on.”  Teal encouraged.  “Its just you.  And me.  And Irony.  And Paradox.  But other than that, just you and me.”  

Echo sighed and took the medic’s servo.  “Alright.”  She left him guide her into position.  “Now.”  The medic started.  “Just relax, don’t look down, and count in your processor.  That’ll help prevent the habit of counting out loud.”  

They danced for  several minutes, Echo stumbling and swearing again and again.  Her frame stiff and tense.  He moved to dance them once again across the commons room in a circle.  “Echo, relax.  Just pretend I’m Poseidon.”  He grinned and tried to pitch his voice to sound like Poseidon.  “It’s me, my- what does he call you?  Oh!  It’s me, my Queen.  Poseidon.  You look famishing.”

“You’re not Poseidon.  And it ravishing, not famishing.”  She corrected him.

“You don’t know that I didn’t mean famishing.  And I said pretend I’m Poseidon.”

“Doctor…”

“I’m pretending your Starscream.”

“Teal!  I swear!  The things you say-”

“Distract you.  And you’ve danced around this room twice now without a single misstep.”

Echo’s mouth closed and she realized that she was in fact dancing without much thought and doing very well at it.

 The medic smirked.  “You think this is impressive, wait till you see the things I can teach you to do in the berth.  You won’t be able to peel Poseidon off you.”

Meme [x] | send ‘i’m satisfied with my care’ for my muse to sacrifice themselves to save yours

Meme [x] | Give me the name of a character and I’ll say whether or not I’d punch them in the face.