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| Deleted User | 5 May 2016, 03:33 PM Post #16 |
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The clank of the glasses startled Rewind out of his rememberings, and then before he knew it Tailgate was gently, carefully wrapping their arms around him, and he was back in the present again, on the Lost Light where everyone was alive and safe and the DJD was only a memory. "Yeah," he replied softly, "okay," and slowly brought his own arms up to wrap around Tailgate and hold them close, resting his head on their shoulder in the comfortable nook between their chassis and shoulder stacks. He'd been keeping his frazzled EM field restrained close in to himself the whole conversation earlier, wanting to avoid bothering Tailgate when they had so many problems of their own, but now he flow out to meet theirs and gently mingle against and suffuse into the warm comforting weight of his friend's. He tried to project his gratitude and relief through his own field in return, as a counterweight to the messy negative tumult of emotions whirling through it currently. Mostly he just tried to relax in the embrace. At Tailgate's next words he just squeezed them even tighter. "There's this other you who's dead, you know," he said quietly. "All of you, everyone on the other ship. And there isn't even any remains of them out there in space to mark that they existed. I'm the only one, the only thing left to remember them. I have to remember them, but - " another squeeze, pressing his whole frame against Tailgate's until he could feel the faint thrumming of their spark against his, alive - "Primus, I'm so glad there's a version of all of you who's still here." He eased up on the overly tight grip now, but by no means did he want to let go. "I'd appreciate that, yeah," he said next, "you being here for me, I mean. You've already been here for me tonight, and that means a lot to me already." The offer to recharge together sounded fantastic too, it might take some working around given that he still wanted to be there from Chromedome if he had his nightmares, but - "You think I could take you up on that last offer tonight?" |
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| Deleted User | 8 May 2016, 03:54 PM Post #17 |
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Tailgate stroked their hand up and down Rewind's back, shuttering their visor. They could feel him starting to relax a little, and no wonder - beyond the projected emotions in his field there was a solid wall of awful. It reminded them of how they'd felt not too long ago. Rewind pressed tighter to Tailgate's frame and they huffed out a tiny gasp, lost in the archivist's sudden words; Tailgate ached for their friend and all the loss they'd experienced. Having to watch everyone he knew executed, having to record it, and then watching the same be done to his conjunx - that was horrific enough. But being put right back among the same mechs, going along as if nothing had happened, as if nothing was wrong - that had to burn. Not that Tailgate could really, properly comprehend it - but Pit if they weren't going to be a decent friend from now on. They returned Rewind's tight embrace as much as they dared, mindful of their strength, filling their field with every emotion they couldn't put into words until Rewind finally stirred and eased away. "Don't mention it," Tailgate said, bringing their visor back online. They pulled away slightly; not enough to truly call the hug broken - they still had their arms around Rewind - but far back enough to give the other mini a little smile. "To tell you the truth I was just gonna pass out under the bar at Swerve's tonight, but yeah, we can totally do that." They thought of Cyclonus and felt a pang in their spark. "We, uh, we'll have to be quiet, though. Cyclonus is resting from- he's resting, and I don't wanna wake him up on accident." |
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| Deleted User | 26 May 2016, 05:26 AM Post #18 |
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Rewind let himself relax in Tailgate's strengthened embrace, and nuzzled his faceplate into where his head was resting on Tailgate's shoulder. He offlined his optics and let his field relax, too, blooming out around him to mingle freely with Tailgate's and the wonderful flush of emotions they were sending through it. He was here, in this moment, in this dim-but-lit corridor where he could still hear the quiet sounds of late-night activity, with his friend there with him, their warmth all around him, and the horrors of the other Lost Light were slowly slipping further and further away. His overactive processor was finally beginning to quiet down too - it'd helped to talk and get some of that out of his system. Now just a good defrag from a solid night of sleep would probably take care of it. When Tailgate's grip loosened slightly, Rewind looked up at his friend to see Tailgate squinting their little smile at him - which he returned with a tilt of his head and a light upwards stretch of the corners of his mask. He sent a wave of warmth through his EM field to match. "Hey, we could always pass out under the bar together," he half-joked, trying to start to return to his regular bright character. "Well, a real recharge slab does sound a lot better for both of us, but yeah, Cyclonus and you have been through a lot lately...how heavy a sleeper is he? I don't mind being quiet, anyway, if you think it'll be okay." He supposed another option was the empty leftover hab-suites he knew had to be around somewhere, but he wasn't sure where and this...wasn't the best time to go exploring. "I'm gonna keep this hug for another little while, though, if you don't mind," he said and gently wrapped his arms a bit tighter against Tailgate again, resting his helm not against their shoulder this time but against the side of their helm. He sighed quietly, sent another wave of gratitude at Tailgate's field, and waited there a short while until the last images of the dead Lost Light stopped flashing against the back of his optics. Finally, he gave one last squeeze and then released, leaning back from Tailgate but letting his hands drift downwards to catch theirs at the bottom and hold their fingers loosely. "Okay, that's it, gonna let you reuinite with your crates now," he said with another smile and a glance towards said crates, still standing beside the two of them in the middle of the hallway. "Thanks for this, though. This was...something I've been needing, I think." |
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| Deleted User | 26 May 2016, 09:09 AM Post #19 |
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Tailgate murmured agreement and leaned back into the hug, offlining their visor again and giving Rewind's helm a little nuzzle. "Unless Swerve got the sudden urge to renovate, I don't think there's deep-defrag cables behind the bar. We can head to my hab." They considered Rewind's question for a moment; Cyclonus was usually up at the smallest noise, likely a leftover from his training in the past, but he'd grown familiar with the sounds of Tailgate coming and going over the years and with how tired he probably was right now... "He'll be- I'm sure it'll be fine." After that it was mostly silent, the buzz from the other halls beginning to die off in little increments. Tailgate let Rewind's field mesh with their own, letting their own exhaustion be pushed under in the wake of the two mini's combined emotions. It didn't exactly help with the headache, but it was still a pleasant sensation, stimulus that wasn't neutral or negative buoying Tailgate along for the final push to Swerve's and beyond. An involuntary huff escaped as Rewind finally pulled away, but Tailgate's visor onlined in a grin as they felt Rewind's fingers linger in their own. "Noooo, not the crates," they teased, drawing their clasped hands up to their chest, pleading. "Anything but the crates!" A quick squeeze and they reluctantly let go before turning to pick up said crates, wincing as the glasses set off another feedback burst in their visor feed. At least Swerve's wasn't too far off, at this point. "And anything for you, Rewind. Really. I mean it, no more ditching you or Swerve or anyone else. Promise." |
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