#elitaprime

               [ meme reference ] || Accepting

All Boundaries Are Conventions — Tom Tykwer, Johnny Klimek & Reinhold Heil

Most of my admittedly shippy threads stem from this song. I think it has to do with the song’s theme; the theme of reincarnation, of life and death, and how love transcends all. It starts with the single piano melody, then strings, and continues to build, and as the components slowly come together they create a beautiful masterpiece.

"Actually, you will be pleased to hear that I have completed construction of all the furnishings." It had only taken him several hours to do so. "Construction and carpentry was never my strong suit, but I am happy to say that it is a newly acquired skill that I look forward to using again in the future."

♔— ;; || Optics widened half-mockingly, throwing a sly grin up at him. “Did you really?” Elita chuckled, reaching up to pat his helm. Then again, it had taken most of the day to do --- she had hoped he would have made SOME form of progress.

“I am so proud of you,” she finally hummed, turning to now face her mate. “Thank-you, and again, I am sorry I could not be of better assistance...” Despite her best efforts, she was too sore to do much, stubbornness aside she knew when to leave things be.

>[They have been well. I never heard from you, though I assumed you were preoccupied. Where are you now?]

♔— ;; || > [ Good. And I was; I left my data pad at home while I was out running errands. ]

♔— ;; || > [ Not at all. ]

[ meme reference ] || Accepting

@oneshallstand

>[Is that so?] Optimus could not help the small puffing of crimson plates and a pulse of pride. Perhaps she felt it, even if it was very slight.

♔— ;; || > [ Mhmm~ ]

Optics gave a small roll, and a teasing pulse is sent in return, though knowing it would be faint --- just as his had been.

> [ Going to be smart, just like their Sire. ] She added.

♔— ;; || > [ Well, I would prefer you here, alongside me… ]

Another small pause, typing out her message with an accompanying affectionate pulse. Sometimes actions spoke louder than words, after all.

> [ I miss you dearly, Love. It feels strange not having you here…. especially now. ]

A longer pause, and a faint anxious pulse — eliciting a sporadic flitting from the newspark. Amazing, it could pick up on the raw emotions already, and respond….