The Useless One looks up at him curiously, a faint smile on the smaller God’s features. “Do you enjoy spark touches?”
“If I did, would that touch ruin me for all others?” Rung’s voice was soft and he continued the gentle touches, fingertips stroking lightly, careful not to come too close to the fire for fear he wasn’t ready and he’d be burned. “Could you show me how I could dance with such violence and remain in one piece even if I go to pieces?”
The great warrior reached up with his dulled hand, capturing Rung’s to hold it steady for a moment. The god’s grin remained. Such a curious sort.
Those touched by something so volatile may be marked, but you are in my favor. Proceed with respect, and I will not allow you to fall to ruin. The desire to survive is a powerful thrill. Hold it within you, and feel it echoed in me, as all such desires are…
Releasing the Useless One’s servo, Bellator leaned back and watched, still but for the bared flame that raged at his core. Such an invitation is an honor extended to very few: those deemed strong or clever enough, narrowed further by those who would not steal his fire for themselves.
I mean- mostly on maintaining the crystal gardens and planning out some kinda educational system for everyone who missed out due to the war or restrictions- but it still doesn’t feel like enough. I don’t know- I think I’m just impatient and want to see Cybertron at 100% again.
Megatron lets out a very deep sigh.
“Don’t we all. Progress is slow, but it is progress, which you are contributing to.” Somehow.
“Although… I require more mechs for a private mission. Acquire a few more. A few of Alpha Trion’s coordinates were on Cybertron. They may prove useful in the planet’s restoration.”
The Useless One looks up at him curiously, a faint smile on the smaller God’s features. “Do you enjoy spark touches?”
Bellator closes his burning eyes, flame flickering with the gentle touch. He leans into Rung’s fingertips as they cross the gash in his jaw. The attention is deeply appreciated.
Caution when dealing with destruction is wise. I expect nothing less of one clever as you.
“Sometimes destruction needs to be embraced to make room for something better.” His touches continued, light and tender as he started to make little designs down the column of his throat. “And the power you weild is amazing, and frightening and beautiful in its own right.”
Carefully, he pushed up on his toes and placed a kiss to the larger God’s cheek.
The god’s throat started as a column, dissolving down into the open, empty space in his chest where the flame danced. He lifted his chin to grant better access, eyes opening in a slit to watch Rung kiss him. Bellator had killed mortals for daring similar feats, but he remained still.
Do you desire to Know that power, Rung? To embrace destruction?
Frame Type: Troquae. They didn’t quite come out as big as their parents, but what they lack in size they make up for in strength.
General Appearance: Wearing as much armor as their frame and spark can handle. Always wears a visor and keeps their battle mask up to create an image of being expressionless. Somehow manages to have a steely gaze despite having no visible optics to speak of.
Personality: A warrior through and through. You talk shit, you get hit. It’s the way of the land and the law of the world. They’re not exactly prone to getting violent, but it is kind of their go-to method when it comes to settling disputes. They are, of course, willing to talk but only if the other party offers to do so first. Otherwise expect fists.
Special Talents: Hits like a mother trucking freight train. Also knows exactly where to throw those freight train punches so you better watch out.
Who they like better: Surprisingly, Blackguard. She expects nothing of them or from them and always has an audio open whenever they need someone to talk to. Her hugs are the best too. A hug from her can make all the world’s problems melt away.
Who they take after more: Megatron, but it’s not out of admiration. It’s out a need to prove they are just as good – or maybe even better – than their sire. Unfortunately, they only way Alphatrax could see themselves accomplishing that is by being like him.
Personal Head canon: The summary of how Alphatrax feels towards Megatron can be brought down to one word: complicated. He’s a strong figure, but he’s malicious; He’s a great leader, but he’s a genocidal glitch. For every point that they could like him, they could also hate him too, so it’s very hard for Alphatrax to pick an emotion and stick with it. This has unfortunately made the two of them very distant. Blackguard considers it a good day between them when they can actually have a short conversation without Alphatrax getting worked up by the end of it.
How does it feel, having finally earned your victory?
Honestly, how did it feel when you realized I got to decide if you lived or died?
What do you think would’ve happened if I had decided to end you?
Was it all worth it in the end?
Does the fact your entire campaign to overthrow the corrupt system that enslaved you used indiscriminate murder, forced conscription, and wholesale genocide to achieve your ends phase you at all?
If someone told you back in the mines what you would become what would you have thought of that?
To be fair, there are times when I wonder if I should have. But then hindsight on such things is always perfect.
The ‘end’ I speak of is mostly the end of the major conflict, the bulk of all the fighting.
And you’re right. I can’t fathom or comprehend most of your choices. In the beginning I might have been able to grasp some of what drove you. What lead you to this very point is something I do not understand.
I think those times you speak of are not as frequent as you’d like them to be, are they Riou?
If this victory had come a million years earlier, two million, so much less destruction would have been wrought. I would not have found the Dark Energon, we may not have come to Earth. The cost of this war was indeed far greater than I initially imagined, but this is what we have been left with. Speculating on what else may have happened is pointless.
The choices I made in war were calculated. At the time, I believed they would further my goals, and for the most part they did. I am not asking or expecting you to understand anything but the mech and leader I am now.
I’ll take that as a no. I wonder the young one would think of us.
The Useless One looks up at him curiously, a faint smile on the smaller God’s features. “Do you enjoy spark touches?”
A dangerous thing to fantasize about, indeed…
The flame within him flares in interest of his curious little friend, as Bellator settles himself on the edge of a statue’s base. He beckons Rung closer, an amused smirk on the in-tact side of his face.
I did warn you that the passion of all my warriors can be overwhelming. You seem unconcerned.
“I am a bit concerned. That’s why it’s still a fantasy for now.” Rung smiles and reaches a hand up to touch Bellator’s face since that’s infinitely safer than the flames. His fingertips graze along the jawline carefully.
Bellator closes his burning eyes, flame flickering with the gentle touch. He leans into Rung’s fingertips as they cross the gash in his jaw. The attention is deeply appreciated.
Caution when dealing with destruction is wise. I expect nothing less of one clever as you.
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