love is an echo

                    if the heavens can be both sacred and dust,

                                 maybe so can the rest of us!

                  low-activity, semi-selective multifandom multimuse,

                             focusing on characters with heart.

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Flicker was confused by the two’s long silence for a moment, but then he assumed they were communicating possibly via comm link. He didn’t want to interrupt them and remained quiet while waiting.

Finally Bulkhead addressed Flicker again and the small mech straightened a little to show that he was listening. Honestly, Flicker didn’t mind either one of them, but… he felt like he needed some time to sort his processor out in peace. Then again, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be left all by himself so soon after his arrival to this place he still didn’t really know.

“If, um, if it’s okay, I could go with you,” he finally replied to Bulkhead. Bumblebee seemed like a fun bot, but he might’ve been a bit too energetic for Flicker to handle right now. Flicker really hoped he wouldn’t mind.

Yeah, Bulkhead wasn’t surprised. Bumblebee was everybody’s friend, but unless you had a lot of patience or a lot of energy, you probably wouldn’t get along too well. It was just luck that he’d so few friends fresh off the energon farm that Bee was the perfect first choice for new companion.

“You can stay with me,” he assured immediately, waving for Flicker to follow. “I’m gonna have to move some stuff around, but I’m not as bad as him— being in Bumblebee’s room is like watchin’ that human show Hoarders, but I think there’s less dead things.“

Blades looks down, not meeting Prowl’s optics. “It… probably doesn’t exist anymore. We- my team, I mean- we were in stasis for millions of years. Before the war even started.”

At the next sentence he glances up, slightly confused. “Surprised? Why? He’s Optimus Prime, of course I know about him.” The copterbot shrugs.

His audial fins perk up at the mention of another medic. “Wait… you must mean Ratchet!”

Prowl’s face takes on an expression of immediate, leveling shock. This bot is older than him— older than Optimus, possibly even older than Ratchet, depending. “My team was put in stasis too, though for nowhere near as long. I’m sorry you missed so much.”

“Yes, I know he’s Optimus Prime, but Sentinel Prime would have you believe he’s not so important to Cybertronian politics.” He does his best not to huff, clenching his fists briefly at his sides. He respects his team leader for doing what he can with what he’s been given, which is very little in the scope of the renewed war.

He’s about to let himself get worked up over it, but Blades recognizes Ratchet, and that surprises him even more than Prime. He was incredibly important to the original war efforts, sure, but he’s a private bot.

“Y-yeah, no worries,” Flicker replied quietly with a lopsided smile, trying to convince others that he was okay but clearly not succeeding. His posture had slumped like an emptying balloon.

Somehow Flicker had been able to hold himself together, but the mention of recharge seemed to undo that. Now the exhaustion could be heard in his voice.

“That… sounds actually like a really good idea.” He cast a grateful look at the two, more than ready to follow either or both of them to where he could get some rest.

Bumblebee and Bulkhead had another one of those silent conversations that only being friends for so long could produce— they weren’t even comming, they were just weird. The looks passed between them eventually came to a consensus, and Bulkhead nodded approvingly.