wow that's really ...better than canon! roninknightJuly 13 2011, 23:38:49 UTC
It had been too long. And Drift had found himself wanting to contact Perceptor, wanting to explain why he'd chosen Earth instead of staying with the Wreckers. But every time he'd called up the long range comm, every time he was alone in the comm booth...the words had failed him. Everything seemed cheap, easy, a flimsy rationalization.
How could he tell Perceptor the truth when even he wasn't sure what it was?
And watching Perceptor here...he began to wonder how much he knew of the mech. He'd never really seen Perceptor given over to science like this, and, despite the fact that he had no slagging right he felt a stab of envy. For science. A thing.
Perceptor was avoiding him. Probably trying to make it easier: always the sniper's way, move from a distance. But it wasn't easy with this...mass growing between them.
He follows after the taller mech, but not too far. Enough to stand, silhouetted in the doorway. "Perceptor." It's not much of a start.
well, it's Ongoing, so that isn't saying much. ;Psn1perseyeJuly 14 2011, 00:19:40 UTC
Well. So much for that attempt. It was too much to hope that he could have managed to avoid Drift throughout his entire stay, but Perceptor had hoped to forestall this meeting at least a little while longer. Until he could sort himself out, his roles and responsibilities.
Until he could better determine, more readily believe who he even was any longer. Sniper? Scientist? Neither? Both?
He hates himself for the little frission of... of want and relief that flickers through his systems at hearing those three syllables. He doesn't want to want, wishes he could eradicate the weakness of it from himself and ignore the summons. It's a weapon to be used against him, just as Turmoil had used his verbosity against him, and he imagines that this will hurt every bit as much as that near-fatal shot had
( ... )
ohgod he got schmoopy i'm so sorry roninknightJuly 14 2011, 00:29:58 UTC
Avoid Drift? Like that would even be possible. If Drift could fight his way through the Swarm there's no way he'd be outsmarted in the corridors of the Autobot base.
His mouth quirks into a rusty, lopsided grin. "World's longest conversation if we keep it this rate." Even so, the voice was so achingly familiar, the mannerisms known to him. He knew this Perceptor.
And then the cocky grin crumbles, because he has no idea what to say next. "I.... I missed you ."
I see your schmoopy and raise you an awkward sn1perseyeJuly 14 2011, 01:14:47 UTC
Perceptor would like to think that he is at least marginally more intelligent than the Swarm, and could provide a bit more challenge if he'd put his mind to it. Except... he hadn't really put his mind to it, had he? He may be new to this base, but if he truly had not wished to speak with Drift, he had been fully capable of putting the confrontation off for longer than a few paltry minutes.
He isn't certain which surprises him more, the realization that, ultimately, he really had wanted Drift to find him, or the quiet words that Drift drops into the silence between them.
How can he ignite the proper righteous fury now? It would have been easier if Drift had attempted to act as if this were any other chance meeting, exchanged commonplaces and empty words, rather than acknowledge that the fragile history between them had left its mark equally upon him.
Why does he even want to be angry, anyway? There had never been an explanation, no words to soothe or reason, and yet, Perceptor can see the hints of a new easiness in Drift's carriage
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How could he tell Perceptor the truth when even he wasn't sure what it was?
And watching Perceptor here...he began to wonder how much he knew of the mech. He'd never really seen Perceptor given over to science like this, and, despite the fact that he had no slagging right he felt a stab of envy. For science. A thing.
Perceptor was avoiding him. Probably trying to make it easier: always the sniper's way, move from a distance. But it wasn't easy with this...mass growing between them.
He follows after the taller mech, but not too far. Enough to stand, silhouetted in the doorway. "Perceptor." It's not much of a start.
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Until he could better determine, more readily believe who he even was any longer. Sniper? Scientist? Neither? Both?
He hates himself for the little frission of... of want and relief that flickers through his systems at hearing those three syllables. He doesn't want to want, wishes he could eradicate the weakness of it from himself and ignore the summons. It's a weapon to be used against him, just as Turmoil had used his verbosity against him, and he imagines that this will hurt every bit as much as that near-fatal shot had ( ... )
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His mouth quirks into a rusty, lopsided grin. "World's longest conversation if we keep it this rate." Even so, the voice was so achingly familiar, the mannerisms known to him. He knew this Perceptor.
And then the cocky grin crumbles, because he has no idea what to say next. "I.... I missed you ."
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He isn't certain which surprises him more, the realization that, ultimately, he really had wanted Drift to find him, or the quiet words that Drift drops into the silence between them.
How can he ignite the proper righteous fury now? It would have been easier if Drift had attempted to act as if this were any other chance meeting, exchanged commonplaces and empty words, rather than acknowledge that the fragile history between them had left its mark equally upon him.
Why does he even want to be angry, anyway? There had never been an explanation, no words to soothe or reason, and yet, Perceptor can see the hints of a new easiness in Drift's carriage ( ... )
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