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thisavrou_log2016-09-25 02:50 pm
sparkwhisperer) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-09-25 02:50 pm
This will be no fun at all [closed]
Who: Tarn and Aurelia
When: mid month-ish
Where: the observation deck
What: pals being pals
Warnings: none! Will update if needed
[It has been a terrible Month. Tarn has spent the majority of it unconscious, sleeping through the crash and the weeks of partying, only to wake up to crippling disappointment.
The last time he has seen Megatron he was the strong and competent leader that he had remembered. He wore the Decepticon badge proudly and for the first time in months Tarn felt like everything was right in the world. Despite having his old broken down and empurata’d frame, Tarn could manage so long as Megatron was leading.
Of course the relief and elation were short lived. He had gone into stasis as his frame switched back to its more familiar and powerful form and had woken up to that glaring red insignia back on his commander's chest and Tarn was left wondering if he has simply dreamt the whole thing.
Now, Tarn finds himself unable to do much of anything other than sit in a depressed heap, staring out the sweeping windows on the Obseration Deck. Hopeless and massless, Tarn just wishes he could just flicker out of existence and spare himself these unwanted emotions. Somehow being betrayed by Megatron the second time hurts more than the first.
He doesn't move even as he hears the soft footsteps of an organic approach from behind. It only earns a flicker of red optics to the side to catch a glimpse of the intruder. He doesn't even care about his exposed face right now. He has more important things on his mind than a few old scars. his vanity can wait.]
What is it? I'm busy.
[He sure doesn't look busy.]
When: mid month-ish
Where: the observation deck
What: pals being pals
Warnings: none! Will update if needed
[It has been a terrible Month. Tarn has spent the majority of it unconscious, sleeping through the crash and the weeks of partying, only to wake up to crippling disappointment.
The last time he has seen Megatron he was the strong and competent leader that he had remembered. He wore the Decepticon badge proudly and for the first time in months Tarn felt like everything was right in the world. Despite having his old broken down and empurata’d frame, Tarn could manage so long as Megatron was leading.
Of course the relief and elation were short lived. He had gone into stasis as his frame switched back to its more familiar and powerful form and had woken up to that glaring red insignia back on his commander's chest and Tarn was left wondering if he has simply dreamt the whole thing.
Now, Tarn finds himself unable to do much of anything other than sit in a depressed heap, staring out the sweeping windows on the Obseration Deck. Hopeless and massless, Tarn just wishes he could just flicker out of existence and spare himself these unwanted emotions. Somehow being betrayed by Megatron the second time hurts more than the first.
He doesn't move even as he hears the soft footsteps of an organic approach from behind. It only earns a flicker of red optics to the side to catch a glimpse of the intruder. He doesn't even care about his exposed face right now. He has more important things on his mind than a few old scars. his vanity can wait.]
What is it? I'm busy.
[He sure doesn't look busy.]
softly collides with the shit husband
[aurelia still isn't 100% on sassing tarn, but whatever.]
I've been watching, darling. For several days. What's wrong with you? Come now, out with it.
Re: softly collides with the shit husband
Still, he feels uncomfortable letting her in on his private affairs. Talking about his problems just isn't something that Tarn does.]
You would do well not sticking your nose into Cybertronian affairs.
[He speaks archly, but his tone is lacking the cold threat of pain. He sounds more tired than anything.]
My issues are my own, I'm not certain why you care so much to hear them. Surely you have better things to do.
no subject
[she crosses her arms, refusing to be scared by him.]
Come on, tell me who's robotic eyes I'm to shoot out.
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It would probably be easier to list what isn't wrong. But, I suppose that everything that happened last month has thrown me a bit.
[He hesitates for only a moment before running a hand over his face. This is ridiculous.]
Megatron... he had returned to the Decepticons, but I was too weak to make him stay. I would give anything to have the old Megatron back, Aurelia. I miss having guidance.
[The minute the admission comes out of his mouth, he regrets it. Without the mask to neatly hide his emotions, he settle for turning away slightly. He doesn't need to see Aurelia's judgement.]
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Oh, darling. Everything is so much easier when you discard any preconceptions about anyone else and just do your own thing.