Aug 2, 2024
"My Lord, save me, oh, the defamation of my very name is at stake!"
Poor, dear Scourge. Galvatron opens his arms to him.
“Come here, my trusted scrimblo, and be comforted.”
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"My Lord, save me, oh, the defamation of my very name is at stake!"
Poor, dear Scourge. Galvatron opens his arms to him.
“Come here, my trusted scrimblo, and be comforted.”
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“You’re snapping. Headache again?” { @venatorventus }
Galvatron had not meant to shout down the Sweeps into a shaking, cowering mess, he really hadn’t — fear does not beget true loyalty, after all — but oh, his helm does ache more often than not, these days, and it makes his already short temper nearly infinitesimal.
“…Yes,” he eventually grits out, and then makes a conscious effort to unclench his jaw. It mostly does not work. “I will… make amends with your Sweeps when I am less… indisposed.” It’s not really an apology, but it’s close, and only given because he hates to have possibly hurt Scourge, even indirectly.
"My Lord," Scourge starts, perhaps a bit tetchy about the dirt under his armor plating. He can feel it shifting when he moves, Primus. "The parameter is clear, our territory stable. ..what would you have of me, now?"
Oh, Scourge… perhaps Galvatron should have sought him out first, all things considered. Where Cyclonus is a loyal hound, Scourge is a falcon - waiting to be recalled, hesitant at the edges, seeking and yet undeservedly abashed.
“Come here, Scourge.” Galvatron will not allow him to be left adrift. “Come and sit with us.”
Galvatron lurks in an armchair off to the side, kicking his feet a little as he pensively munches a rust stick. His favourite show is on, it would seem.
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Never doubt the effectiveness of your hand clasped around the back of another’s neck.
He’s watching Scourge watching Galvatron and Rodimus.
…He’s also sending spooky memes to Whirl.
He does not have Cyclonus' knowledge of.. of Other, of Higher, but. He knows he is in the presence of something else. And he could simply let things pass by him, he could, it's what he normally does. But he can feel his Trinemate's irritation over their bond, and it wouldn't stand to simply be passive, in the face of such, not when it's Cyclonus. So he juts out his chin, wings trembling, and sets his jaw. "I.. beg your pardon. You leave Cyclonus alone."
There's a sensation of Focus, of finding another trail of sticky-tar Anger to follow. This one tastes of Despair.
( No. ) It says, intones, implies. ( So long as my interest is, I will be here. You took my Special One, or one of them, for they are oddly numerous. I am allowed this. )
It knows that one does not belong to it. He never did. But it loves him still, in a deepset way that pervades every thought. Causing problems for his sake seems like a proper sort of worship, it thinks.
( I will attend to you once I siphon the anger from the other one. Wait your turn. )