#warmongcr

   ✾    ─   Pathetic sight. Alike to a butterfly with crushed wings, fragile and incapable to flee or make it outside. She could only retreat further from the towering figure by the strength of one arm, structure of another damaged. Large optics stare up with a mix of fear and pain, and as keenly, follow his form kneeling down by her side. If there was a chance for any kind of mercy, she expected it to come in form of swift release from the pain. 

Perhaps, losing energon after multiple heavy hits across her built had already messed with her processor - having spoken out those words, laced with bit of sarcasm, while still expecting his demeanor to change in any moment. She... just didn’t expect any kind of kindness or help. Having her out of the way, wouldn’t that only be one step closer to victory? Wasn’t that just the nature of it all? Us and them, putting things easier that way. Eat or be eaten, and now she had been careless enough, mentally prepared to pay the price for it.

Her helm turns briefly. Clearly listening every detail of her current state - naturally, she avoided to look directly down at her injuries. She didn’t want to see it. In her mind, she was good as a wreck. Lost case without immediate help, which to her surprise, she was about to get. 

Whatever his plans or reasons were, whether pity or something she couldn’t puzzle out, Arcee had only two options: submit to his mercy, or withering away. Helm and shoulders relax rest down against the ground, optics focusing up at the sky - his movements occasionally caught in her field of vision. Sign of life returns upon gritting her teeth and tensing in pain, otherwise, she may look like she has given up, absent and ignoring his words, like a proud Autobot, seen as one of the closest followers to Optimus. 

But Arcee was raised pay close attention to surroundings. Even now, her audio sensors picked every detail shared with her. Sparking somewhat curiosity, possible chance of connection. After all, she could benefit from it in foreign territory.

     ❝ It requires certain type of personality to be interested in someone’s vitals... ❞ The femme suddenly breaks the silence from her part. Tone exhausted, perhaps reason she slipped bit too much detail than intended. Her helm turns to the side, this time, seeking to create contact with her dim icy hues. ❝ It’s never too late to learn... I wasn’t raised for battles... either... ❞ || @warmongcr​ continued x

Megatron: Yeah I’m Optimus’s husband -goes to ollie out-

Optimus with the Secret Grip on his arm: Where do you think you’re going,

dear?????

"...Hn."

Inscrutable as ever.

Oh! Frag! It’s Buckets!

Right there! 

In the mesh!

Frag it! He’s gonna do it.