the battle of the feels

[tomemyoutliers]

BRING IT ON, RC

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[tomemyoutliers]

( Shockwave offlines his optics the moment Optimus' helm brushes his, shuddering slightly before pressing the advantage and kissing Optimus again. Now that he can, he can't find it within himself to stop. After everything - the Shadowplay, the four million years of not being himself, of nearly destroying the universe and finding himself again - he's going to let himself have this one thing. )

Yes. ( Of course he accepts it, what else can he do? And as his fingers dip further into the spark he feels the tingle of energy run through his plating and lines, leaving a sharp taste in his mouth and on his tongue that he can only describe as being uniquely Optimus. ) Thank you, Optimus, for never giving up.

( For always remembering who he was.

His own plating peels away, folding back to reveal his own spark chamber. An exchange, if you will, as if there was another option. He remembers - distantly - the time where he'd been removed from his own body and there's a moment where he wants to stop, air stilling in his vents. No. That's not him, and Optimus would not.

Another shuttering intake and venting, before his frame relaxes more and he onlines his optics once more. )

It was yours, has always been, even though you never knew.

[luckyfaceplate]

[And it's something Optimus is glad for. Just to have something Shockwave can call his. That no one else could have as long as Energon flowed through him. The kiss is reciprocated, tenderly, as he lets the Senator touch what he's never shown anyone aside from a medic.

Hearing the confirmation, that Shockwave accepts him, is more than enough for him. He would have accepted that, feeling part of his soul almost enter Shockwave, somewhat feeling the energy flow into his fingers.

He'd waited so long to offer himself like this to Shockwave, perhaps longer without even knowing it.

He's about to say something, before a lovely green light appears to match his own--Shockwave's own chest plating opening up revealing...in Optimus's opinion... the brightest spark he'd ever seen.

Not that he'd seen many. His eyes widen, gently taking in its light as a hand reaches out, hearing Shockwave's words. This was his. Although not as delicate as the Senator's, his hand stretches closer, feeling the tendrils of energy play along his rugged hand, the energy itself new and exciting.

Just like Shockwave himself.]

Beautiful.

[Always a bot of few words. But whatever he said...he meant it.]

[tomemyoutliers]

( There's a low rumble of laughter at Optimus's word - he can feel it vibrate through his frame, coupling with the warmth that being this close to the other bot brings. It's an altogether pleasant experience that Shockwave delights in, least of all because he can feel it again. A few months of emotions is nothing compared to millions of years without them and every rush of anger, happiness, sorrow, and love is welcomed. This is who he is, not what he was.

Not-so gentle brush of fingers across the flickering energy aside, Shockwave can't help but vent his systems in a slow sigh of air. It's too real, to sharply formed in his mind in shapes and colors and feelings that he can't doubt his system's own feedback and yet-- and yet--

How long has he wanted this? Even without the unfortunate break it's still longer than he cares to think about. )

I did say that was one of my goals, did I not?

( To be remembered for his beauty and his brains. And perhaps there was still a chance for that when all was said and done, no matter what he'd done in the past. This was a chance, a new chance for something mostly unsullied by his actions. )

But you, Optimus-- ( He smiles again - more sure in his actions as he caresses the surface of Optimus's spark gently. Coaxing it further out of its casing, because there is only one way he wants this to end. ) I cannot hope to match you.

[luckyfaceplate]

[And Optimus feels every emotion. Shockwave was always so strong in his emotions, and as his fingers gently intertwined with the tendrils of energy, he could feel them. Feel everything it was that made Shockwave Shockwave, and not the one the Institute tried to snuff out.

There's a delighted hum of his engine at Shockwave's answer. Beauty and brains...Shockwave certainly excelled at both, and what a dangerous combo to have. It was enough to capture the Prime's very spark whole, and willingly.

This was a new start for both of them, but in a way, it was picking up where they left off.

Optimus wasn't going to leave things to chance anymore.]

Even a king is in awe of the sun, Shockwave.

[He knows just how cocky that sounds. But it was true. To him, Shockwave was his star. His light.

That spark is coaxed out a little more, without hesitation. He did say he was Shockwave's after all, and that wasn't more apparent than right now.]