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Post by Rodimus Prime-3 on May 8, 2008 7:11:52 GMT -5
"You're right," Rodimus grins as he looks down at Swerve. "I won't make you into what you're not. I'll make you into what you are."
As Mirage stands and almost-but-doesn't-quite rest his face against the Prime's chest, Rodimus attempts to wrap his arm around the other in a move that's part possessive, part affectionate, but at Mirage's protests, he raises the index and middle finger of his other hand to cut his lover off. "'But' later," he murmurs. "All sorts of buts later. More than enough to make up for the delay. No time now, though."
He drops his embrace and works to extricate himself from Mirage's grasp. He then tilts his head towards Swerve. "Make sure he's properly secured before we leave, and I expect you ready for combat. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some final preparations to make."
And with that, he turns and exits the warehouse.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Swerve-3
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Post by Swerve-3 on May 8, 2008 12:11:00 GMT -5
The Prime's words, simple as they are, cut deep. Swerve bows his head further, pressing into the floor, plate scraping as he tries to shake out that vile truth and leaving behind slivers of dark red paint. He isn't that person any more. He isn't!
"I'm not," he whispers with an almost religious fervour. It becomes a chant, a reedy and desperate thing to shut out the Prime, broken only by a sporadic whimper or two while the constable trembles. Huddling protectively lights up so many of his wounds but still, he does it. He does it to keep out the sights, the sounds, the thoughts. He burns, too, beneath the pains and the aches, everything too hot. And still, for all that he tries to ward them off, shut them down or blot them out, the impulses are there. The urge to harm them, hurt them; to inflict on them as much pain as they've given him. As much as they've given Emirate Xaaron. Or Thundercracker. He wants them all to suffer for everyone and everything they've ever ruined and he wants to be the one to do it.
Swerve can't help the awful, niggling thought that manages to slip into the queue while Mirage sets about following his orders, hoisting up Swerve to check his bonds – perhaps a little more warily now than before.
…Maybe he deserves this after all.
OOC: Fadeout with Mirage's okay.
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