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knowhen2014-10-05 10:42 am
luckyfaceplate) wrote in knowhen2014-10-05 10:42 am
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[Closed] There's a room where the light won't find you
Who: Optimus and Megatron
What: Optimus wants to talk about Megatron's poetry and his source of inspiration.
When: After Rodimus's post
Where: Optimus's quarters
This was a level of awkwardness even Optimus could find...well, awkward. Hearing Rodimus read poetry, poetry specifically relaetd to him over the feed had definitely thrown him for a loop, and it went without saying that he had to discuss it with the ex-Warlord. Because...you know, he's curious about that stuff. Four million years, and he had no idea that the miner had so much interest in him, even back then. War did that too, of course. They were sworn enemies until the end. But back then...things were more gray.
And that's what he wants to know.
He's sitting on his bed, arms on his knees as his fingertips touch each other, eyes practically boring holes into the floor as he waits for the resounding knock. In some ways, it felt like the longest wait of his life, and that's saying a lot. He doesn't even know what he wants to lead with--just that it's something that has to be done. Megatron's going to be stubborn about it, too, and that just makes this talk all the more awkward.
Engine whirring slightly, his eyes cast up to the door once more, as if feeling that presence getting closer.
Strange, how that instinct kicks in.
What: Optimus wants to talk about Megatron's poetry and his source of inspiration.
When: After Rodimus's post
Where: Optimus's quarters
This was a level of awkwardness even Optimus could find...well, awkward. Hearing Rodimus read poetry, poetry specifically relaetd to him over the feed had definitely thrown him for a loop, and it went without saying that he had to discuss it with the ex-Warlord. Because...you know, he's curious about that stuff. Four million years, and he had no idea that the miner had so much interest in him, even back then. War did that too, of course. They were sworn enemies until the end. But back then...things were more gray.
And that's what he wants to know.
He's sitting on his bed, arms on his knees as his fingertips touch each other, eyes practically boring holes into the floor as he waits for the resounding knock. In some ways, it felt like the longest wait of his life, and that's saying a lot. He doesn't even know what he wants to lead with--just that it's something that has to be done. Megatron's going to be stubborn about it, too, and that just makes this talk all the more awkward.
Engine whirring slightly, his eyes cast up to the door once more, as if feeling that presence getting closer.
Strange, how that instinct kicks in.
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One could even call it friendship between enemies.
Something Optimus could hope for.
He scans the datapad, going past the poetry and right into the writing, eyes glistening as he finds it. His favourite works by the bot, honestly.
"And something only we will understand."
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What Optimus hopes for, there was now a chance for. Without the war and the hatred getting in the way, perhaps something more would come from this.
"Would you really want anyone else to?"
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That makes him think. Sure, there were plenty that would want to know everything that was between them. To much of both their armies, their rivalry was an enigma. They chalked it up to 'they hate each other, and fight each other', and left it at that.
It was nothing of the sort.
"No. Some things are best kept to us. Things no one could possibly understand."