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This is an rp blog for Jazz and his mate Prowl. both are on this blog and they are in fact bonded. They’ve gotten lost from their comrades while scouting a planet. it was so long ago though that they’ve accepted that they’ve been abandoned and no longer fight in the war.

Though that does not change the fact that they had been in a war for millennial and have the experience of it. I will add an about page sooner or later.

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Drabble Three: Destined

The mechling was wrapped up and kissed on his helm before something was put into his mouth. Coated with a sleeping agent the pacifier put the sparkling to sleep fast and without a hassle.

“Do we have to?” A femme whispered and the mech next to her nodded.

“He’s destined to see the galaxy, he can not be with us for that.”

She kissed the blue helm again and set the child in his galaxy blanket at someone’s front door. They pinged the mech and left. When the door opened he was greeted with a sleeping child and nothing else. Alpha Trion knelled and cooed at the child he gathered up.

“You poor thing, how could anyone just leave you out there? Don’t worry child, I’ll take care of you and teach you all I know.”

Prowl had let the Naga twins into his home, into his life, and hadn’t thought too much of it. He liked them, they were smart and they gave him a challenge. Ricochet was better at sparring while Jazz had managed to catch his attention with his intellect.

There was one thing though, they wanted something from him. Something he didn't understood even now as he stood between their coils and between their frames. They were touching him, and he held them both. Talking to jazz he tried to understand. 

They- they wanted to interface. With him. They had a plathora of mecha that would be happy to be between them. All of those others would be so much better than he. Yet here he was, an arm around Jazz’s shoulders and the other holding Rico around the waist. “Jazz?” He asked looking at his friend intensly.

Jazz just watched, glossa flicking out scent Prowl and taste the hesitant wanting. 

Neither were paying attention to Rico. That was a mistake as Rico looked up. Neither noticed as Rico took note of Prowl’s audio. The audio that was just oh so close. 

The building mood was ruined as Prowl yowled in agony. 

At least the audio was fun to bite.

When Prowl had told Jazz he liked body art, he hadn’t meant much by it. Just that the skill of the artist, and the patience of the mecha being carved, were extraordinary. His tac-net had looked into everything that Jazz had later asked and dismissed it as his friend just being curious. Just wanting to learn more. That’s how Jazz was and after vorns of crashing he’d come to accept it.

“Jazz, this- I didn’t- why- ...?” He couldn't get much out.

‘Hey-ya Prowler~ Ya know when ya said ya liked bodeh art? What did ya mean? Traditional, flowing, new-class?’ Jazz asked his friend as they both worked to finish all their datapad’s that were due.

“Do ya not like bodeh art?” Jazz tilted his helm in confusion. Prowl had been very specific about what he’d liked. Had even taken a few klicks away from a pad to show a simple design.

“Jazz, I do like it. I didn’t mean for you to go and put what I like over your frame. Your entire frame. If you needed me to make the choice of design for you, then did you really want it? This is a permanent thing, you’d have to be sanded down and painted in molten metals- several times- to fix even a small portion. The pain is-”

“Prowlah, look at meh? Really look at meh.” His tone was serious, he wanted Prowl to see something. Something the tactition struggled to, obviously.

Prowl’s optics looked over the sabatour. Delicate carved lines were what he saw first. The metals torn from his frame in a slow excruciating way, layer by layer only to be filled in with melted and colored metals. It was a dark silver. So dark that in the shadows they looked black but when light hit it they shone bright, almost looking white.

He saw the painted finger on each servo, the pointer of the right and the middle of the left. Temporary paint he hoped. The beautiful magenta only seemed to accent the dark plating and bring out the bright silver of where the light hit the new etchings. 

Where he’d painted his helm and face had him humming. He knew those markings and their significance but what were they? The vents were painted, delicate procedure that it was meant an important statement that was worth the risks. Then where it was on the sides, where all would see, was meant to shout to the entire crew that there even was something up. Around the optics demanded to be seen... But it was the lips that drew him. The lines painted over a small portion of the upper lip and right down through the lower lip meant... what was it again...

Jazz shifted and Prowl had to focus to keep from watching the lithe armorless frame. Yet still hips optics were drawn to his friend’s chassis. Watching where the black threads obscured lightly. They were framed around the neck and strapped under the arms with an ornately made black gemed piece of jewelry. The pink that was tossed in and through out had him watching as it shimmered.

“You wish to- court me?” Prowl’s helm tilted some. “You picked the design I indicated a liking of, a more ‘tribal’ one. The pink that accents and stands out on you. You wear- I am to assume Tracks or Mirage, maybe both, gave this to you- a courting piece of apparel. The trust you show me by being in my office with no armor on is to be a blatant statement to me.” Servo reaching up he touched the lip paint. “You wish for me to accept with a kiss to your lips.” 

Jazz stayed seated, he wasn't smiling or doing much more than observing. So Prowl stood up from his chair and leaned over. Lips touched and he felt Jazz give a small smile. “You accept then.”

“I do accept.”