Tag: willnotgogently

the-scrappy-stinger:

willnotgogently:

“You don’t have to use your own energy, you can use a lighter.” Rung reached out to Bee and stroked his helm. “There’s honestly nothing wrong with using a tool. I’m used to using spark energy because it’s a practice I’ve done since the Pious Pools were filled with oils.”

Nuzzling Bee fondly, he peeks up at Megatron and smiles warmly. “Bee asked to light the candle tonight, but you could also do it together if that might help you both keep a steady servo.”

(Bee bubbles up at that idea.) We could double team it! Like (he pantomimes a one-two punch)! That’s perfect!

I-I mean, for me, anyway. (Bee takes a stand next to the altar.) If you’d like to help I’d really appreciate it.

So very good at reading people. Megatron nodded with a grateful smile. “Both of us, then.” He is able to reach the candle from his knelt position, facing Bee from the other end. He’ll take a lighter, letting his companion light it from the other side as well with a zap from his stinger. It would hit too closely after all, to have a flame lit for Megatronus with a spark fueled with dark energon.

The candle shines and Megatron looks to Rung, his other arm tentatively coming to rest across the orage mech’s back. “I imagine that now we pray to Megatronus? Or is it for him?”

the-scrappy-stinger:

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

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Wait, I-I’ve gotta- (Bee gulps. He has a dynamo in his back, and stingers in his arms to make a spark but… could he even make a legitimate actual flame from his own spark energy? He and his spark weren’t on great terms at the best of-)

(He could hear a door chime. He’s a little too loud when he goes-) SOMEbody’s at the door!

Megatron’s silver shone in the dim light. He had heard Bumblebee’s voice inside, along with the gentle hum of Rung’s. Still, a part of him felt nervous. Why? He’d prayed before. Just not in quite some time.

“I hadn’t intended to arrive late. Am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all, love. We we’re just discussing one way to light the candle for Megatronus.” Rung folded his hands in front of himself comfortable and bowed his head a bit, his optics half shuttered and shadowed with a red paint for the occasion.

(Bee hugged the big bot’s leg.) I have to light it with, like, my own energy! On my fingers! (He swallows; his voice is squeaking with nerves.) And then praying. 

(But behind his back, hopefully out of sight, he’s practicing popping sparks between his fingers from his stinger lines instead.) 

“Your own energy? …That color suites you, Rung.” Walking into the room with Bee attached to his leg is easy, but he makes sure to remove his minibot safely before kneeling down beside Rung. “I’ve caused many a fire accidentally, but I’m curious as to what you mean now.” Bumblebee sounds even more anxious than he did earlier. 

“Perhaps I could attempt it, if you could show me how?”

the-scrappy-stinger:

continued from here

Wait, I-I’ve gotta- (Bee gulps. He has a dynamo in his back, and stingers in his arms to make a spark but… could he even make a legitimate actual flame from his own spark energy? He and his spark weren’t on great terms at the best of-)

(He could hear a door chime. He’s a little too loud when he goes-) SOMEbody’s at the door!

Megatron’s silver shone in the dim light. He had heard Bumblebee’s voice inside, along with the gentle hum of Rung’s. Still, a part of him felt nervous. Why? He’d prayed before. Just not in quite some time.

“I hadn’t intended to arrive late. Am I interrupting something?”

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

@mightymegatron you truly don’t believe that you were open in your letters? I felt like you put much of yourself in your words.

Ah, yes… Those letters were the first things I’d written for a single person since… I can’t remember when. Rousing speeches for the masses can’t be nearly so personal. For you, I felt far more inspired, revealing so much… and yet hiding behind my anonymity. Wanting to be so open with you perplexed me.

I’m so glad you decided to be open though, hiding behind anonymity or no, your words always made me happy.

As am I. Your responses always inspired me further- are you certain you aren’t some sort of muse?

willnotgogently:

@mightymegatron you truly don’t believe that you were open in your letters? I felt like you put much of yourself in your words.

Ah, yes… Those letters were the first things I’d written for a single person since… I can’t remember when. Rousing speeches for the masses can’t be nearly so personal. For you, I felt far more inspired, revealing so much… and yet hiding behind my anonymity. Wanting to be so open with you perplexed me.

The Lovely Unknown

 willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

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.

The Lovely Unknown

 willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

“In my experience, I’ve found that’s the most we can ever do…” Once again, Megatron marveled at how comfortable Rung was around him, and at how comfortable he himself was at the moment. The smaller mech was touching him far more than most of those he could consider friend ever did, and yet it wasn’t invasive. Every action was made with care, gentle and new.

Megatron fell harder with each one for the tenderness of it all.

To know that his admiration was shared to such a degree, to hear it in his voice and feel it in his touch stirred something within Megatron. He felt young again, as full of hope as he’d been when he’d first chosen his name. The warlord couldn’t keep from smiling. He even laughed, leaning down to trace Rung’s jawline with the back of his claw. 

“And here I thought I was meant to be the poet! No… Only you could keep me away. Let others think what they will! If I was someone who gave up on what I wanted because someone disapproved, I never would have left the mines and what I want- who I want, is you… for as long as you would have me.”

There was a soft tint of blue on Rung’s cheeks as Megatron spoke, tilting his helm a little into the touch of his claw.  He was just as careful as the bigger mech when it came to making sure he didn’t get nicked by a sharp edge, but truthful he wouldn’t have really cared if he got cut a little.  As long as Megatron could kiss it better.

“Well then, I suppose we have a plan for what to do in the future.  And as long as we can contact one another, everything should be fine.” Rung spoke with the sureity of someone who was old enough to know for certain.  “By the way… Bumblebee and I are going to be celebrating the Days of Light, is that something you do as well?”

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?”

The Lovely Unknown

 willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

Megatron kept staring at the places Rung touched him, feeling the happiness in his field. It was so… simple. So easy, like they’d known each other for eons. He laid his servo over where Rung’s rested on his arm, vents stalling again as it was kissed. How did he do that?

“There is nothing I would like more. It’s one thing after all to read your words, but…” Closing his optics for a moment, Megatron’s plating relaxed as he focused on the feeling of his new companion nestled against him. Glancing down, he carefully placed an arm around Rung’s shoulders. “-To be allowed here is a privilege I don’t take lightly. As evidenced by your tank friend, associating with me has its risks. I’m not blind…” His claws tightened gently around the smaller mech’s servo. “That you keep my company regardless speaks highly of your character, Rung.”

“I wish that I could be optimistic and say that it’s simply Attrition being paranoid, and in a sense he is, but it’s not you that he’s afraid of.” Rung spoke quietly, his shoulders sagging just a little.  “I’m not so naive as to think that millions of years of history is just going to be forgotten about or forgiven by peoples in general, much as I’d like to think that.  But, we can surround ourselves with friends who know you only mean well, and those who are willing to learn.”

He smiled gently and let one hand slide up the others arm, lightly squeezing the hard plating, feeling small parts where the metal had been forced closed with a welding torch in the past.  His spark tensed as he touched those areas, wishing with all of his self that he could find some way to make it better.

“And if you’re ever unnerved about visiting here, then I’ll come to you.  I -want- your company.  I want to sit with you, whether the night is full of words or silence, I don’t care.  Just as long as we can be together….”

“In my experience, I’ve found that’s the most we can ever do…” Once again, Megatron marveled at how comfortable Rung was around him, and at how comfortable he himself was at the moment. The smaller mech was touching him far more than most of those he could consider friend ever did, and yet it wasn’t invasive. Every action was made with care, gentle and new.

Megatron fell harder with each one for the tenderness of it all.

To know that his admiration was shared to such a degree, to hear it in his voice and feel it in his touch stirred something within Megatron. He felt young again, as full of hope as he’d been when he’d first chosen his name. The warlord couldn’t keep from smiling. He even laughed, leaning down to trace Rung’s jawline with the back of his claw. 

“And here I thought I was meant to be the poet! No… Only you could keep me away. Let others think what they will! If I was someone who gave up on what I wanted because someone disapproved, I never would have left the mines and what I want- who I want, is you… for as long as you would have me.”