In this moment, despite all the concerns that were usually brought to mind whenever he thought of what the future held for him, Megatron believed the mech tucked into his side. Everything would be fine… or at least, it could be.
“Now there is something I haven’t heard in ages… I haven’t taken part myself, but we were usually given time off for the celebration. No one wanted to see mechs tear each other apart when they were meant to be reflecting on their ancestors. I’m afraid I’m more familiar with alien customs than my own in that regard.” He brushed his thumb against Rung’s cheek this time, enjoying the subtle warmth.
“But if that is an invitation, I wouldn’t mind refreshing my memory, especially in such good company. How should I prepare?”
“It’s going to start in just two days, beginning with Prima, and then Megatronus the next day.” Rung hummed softly. “I usually prepare the night before by cleaning the entirety of my home and then do a deep cleansing with myself. New paint job and the like, but that’s all personal preference. I know others will spend each day devoted to one thing in particular that they related to the Primes. The most important part in my opinion is sharing what we have with others so Attrition and I are going to open the bar and serve food for those who come by. This area we mostly have Decepticons living in so… you should feel comfortable here, I think?”
Rung looked up at him hopefully and reached to touch his shoulder. His fingers slid up slowly to trace along his jawline and he smiled warmly as he sat up on the chair so he could close the distance between them, placing a kiss on his lips.
“If you’d rather come by once they’re gone though, that’s fine too. We’ll have a private celebration once everything is cleaned up.”
His thoughts drift to the Matrix of Leadership, resting dormant on his ship. It was Prima who had first carried it in the old stories, wielding it in the hilt of his sword. In his youth, Megatron had researched the Primes as much as he’d been able, looked to them as examples to follow, or to avoid. As he became disillusioned with the government and with the god who had allowed it to form in his name, his relationship with the great beings soured. ‘Prime’ became a title, rather than a blessing. He had doubts that he would be able to fully devote himself to anything to do with them… but then Rung kissed him, bringing him back into the moment.
“…Here, I am not known as Megatron, except by you and your bartender. I wouldn’t be opposed to joining the festivities, provided that remains true. Either way…” Megatron leaned down to brush their helms together, closing his optics and enveloping Rung in his field, thick with affection. “I would also be willing to stay after everyone had gone… I admit to looking more forward to the second night than the first. Hehe, as if my connection weren’t obvious.
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