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Post by Mirage on Apr 4, 2009 23:11:47 GMT -5
Timestamp: Day 11, early morning. Semi-private, please ask before joining.
A certain spy is very slowly awakening from defrag. A very long defrag. Once he dropped off Clipper, Mirage had headed below ground, found the nearest unoccupied berth and fallen into it. He's been running flat out for what seems like weeks rather than days, and it finally caught up to him.
But back to the task at hand. Mirage hasn't seen Skyblast since things went pear-shaped. While the spy knows Skyblast survived his encounter with the dark Prime, Mirage wishes to see such for himself. So he rises and stretches, fully intending to search as long as necessary until he finds a certain small jetformer.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 8, 2009 20:06:33 GMT -5
Night's dew still clings to Skyblast as he makes his way through the tunnels. They bother him, just a little, but the night's patrol was good. Crisp, clean air, fairly low humidity, gentle wind, and every star in the sky was shining, just for him.
Maybe that's a bit conceited.
Maybe he's too tired after his night-time patrol to care. Skyblast lightly walks into the room they've been using as temporary barracks, heads toward his berth - it's not his, not really, but he tends to use it more often than not - and finds it occupied.
Skyblast tilts his head to the side and smiles, one hand on his hip. He whispers, to himself more than anything, "Well. That's not really the interesting way to go about it, is it?"
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Post by Mirage on Apr 8, 2009 23:22:10 GMT -5
Mirage stretches once more, then props himself up on his elbow, intending to swing himself up. That quiet whisper just barely reaches him and his optics open wide as he smiles broadly at the jet smiling down at him. He sits up fully, extending a hand to try and pull Skyblast down into his lap.
"I take it I've been napping in your bed?" he teases, "My apologies, but this does save me the trouble of searching you out."
Mirage is still smiling, but his expression is more serious as he says, "I was worried about you. You are recovered? Good as new?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 9, 2009 9:55:24 GMT -5
"Not so much mine as the one I've been using," Skyblast admits, "Been sacking out after night patrols, dusk 'til dawn, and straight on toward the morning star."
Grabbed, the little jet tumbles into Mirage's lap, a place he does not find objectionable at all, even if he wasn't expecting to end up there, ever. He enthuses, "Better! I know not to do that again."
Then, sincere concern enters his expression, "Are you all right? I mean, you went off like that. I had no idea where you were." A pause. "I guess that's kind of the point."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 9, 2009 10:36:08 GMT -5
"Good," Mirage murmurs, trying to wrap his arms around the tiny jet and rub his check against Skyblast's helm, "Good. After what all I saw of that demon Prime and his followers...."
Mirage trails off as Skyblast voices his own concern. More attempts at idle touches and caresses, more to reassure himself of Skyblast's well-being than anything else. The spy had not expected such concern for himself from the jet.
"I am fine, now. I finally seem to have gotten enough rest to take the aches from my joints and exhaustion from my mind. It was...a difficult time, but not as bad as some I've had." He expression turns apologetic. "I am sorry. I did not mean to cause you worry. But the situation did not allow for unnecessary radio contacts." And Mirage had not allowed himself to be distracted from the task at hand by his own worry.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 17, 2009 17:50:14 GMT -5
Skyblast tries to twist around on Mirage's lap, so that he hand wrap his arms around the spy to give him a tight hug and nuzzle his head against the spy's chest.
Insofar as he's made of a lot of little panels that overlap, he seems to be well and intact enough.
"Don't be sorry! You're worth worrying about," Skyblast answers, and then he amends. "You're an Autobot." This means nothing and is going nowhere. They both know that.
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Post by Mirage on Apr 19, 2009 22:18:12 GMT -5
Mirage gladly lets the nimble jet twist about and cuddle to him. In fact, the spy leans back against the wall and tries to cradle Skyblast to him, one hand cupping the back of the jet's head.
Hopefully, this means Skyblast misses the small frown that forms when the jet makes that hasty amendment. As if Skyblast thinks worry over Mirage for his own sake, rather than as a comrade would be unwelcome or improper. True, Mirage is a playboy, not monogamous in the least, but he is no cad. He does not use. He loves and treasures every lover he has every had; each is as unique to him as star, and just as precious, for in trysting with him, they give him- for however short a time- their trust.
And such trust is the headiest of vintages.
He tries to just brush his lips over Skyblast's helm, "I am not worth any more than any other, and quite a bit less than some," he says, tone soft and serious, "I had just awoken, but if you would like me to stay and hold you while you rest...?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 26, 2009 9:14:37 GMT -5
Skyblast does miss that small frown, though he deserves it for his lack of diplomacy. Still, he couldn't think of a better way to put it to Mirage that the spy won't need to worry about Skyblast being clingy.
Not that he'd mind clinging to Mirage, but he thinks Mirage would mind.
At the brush of lips over his helm, Skyblast looks up and insists, "You're worth as much as any, and don't think anything less, just because your function is dangerous." Almost shyly, which ill suits him, he adds, "If you don't have anything better to be doing."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 26, 2009 21:06:43 GMT -5
No, while Mirage would not necessarily mind the small jet clinging to him physically (perhaps after an exhaustive lovemaking session), clingy emotionally would not go over well. The spy is not monogamous, will not ever be; he simply does not believe in it as a concept. It is why he tries to be upfront about such things with his lovers in the first place. He does not want to cause anyone pain.
"I have nothing immediately pressing. I can spare the time to give you comfort if you need it." Mirage tries to capture Skyblast's chin with his fingers, run his thumb over the jet's lips. "You went through a terrible ordeal, and I've no idea what, if any, comfort you received in the aftermath. I would worry less for you, if I stayed a while longer, I think."
He tries to give Skyblast a sweet, slightly searching kiss before shifting so that he can lie back on the berth, trying not to let go of Skyblast in the process.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 27, 2009 16:16:11 GMT -5
Skyblast like being the centre of attention, but at the same time, he has a daredevil reputation to maintain.
Reputation.
That's all it is, now, not that there are many here who would even know it.
He dared the devil, and he learned fear.
So Skyblast dismisses, "It wasn't that bad. Get repaired, get back up again, and get out in the field." No, there was no one there to laud him with praise with his daring, no one to chide him for his foolishness. he barely even remembers who the medic who repaired him was, so short did he stay there after reactivation.
Still, he assures, "You don't need to worry about me." Bravado, now, what once would have been truth.
Skyblast tumbles down gracefully as Mirage reclines, and he admits, "But I wouldn't have you worry, so if it'll reassure you..."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 28, 2009 16:02:14 GMT -5
A little fear is a healthy thing. It helps temper one, keeps them confident instead of arrogant. Mirage is not one to cast stones at glass houses, however.
If allowed, he cuddles Skyblast to him a bit more firmly, nuzzling at his helm. "Everyone should have someone to worry over them, sweetheart, regardless if that someone is friend or more. Alone is a terrible thing to be."
Mirage's optics dim slightly as he relaxes. Unless stopped, his fingers run soothingly up and down the jet's back, trying to coax Skyblast into the same state if relaxation.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 29, 2009 9:38:17 GMT -5
Skyblast never asked to live healthy, just to live fast and free. A candle may burn out, but it's beautiful and warm when lit. Who wants to be a quavering little fluorescent bulb, long-lasting, but artificial and lacking a full spectrum?
He allows Mirage to cuddle him and to run his fingers down his back, but he twists, trying to slink under Mirage's arm and around the spy's back, to try to nibble on the back of Mirage's helmet.
"Alone's not so bad, if you're on the centre of the stage."
"But duets can sweet."
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Post by Mirage on Apr 29, 2009 16:58:22 GMT -5
Mirage lets Skyblast maneuver about his body however the jet wishes. When Skyblast starts to nibble upon him, however, Mirage gives a little gasp, engine purring.
"Mmm, thought you needed rest, darling? Not," he adds with a smirk, "That I'm opposed to other means of relaxation."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Apr 30, 2009 15:41:28 GMT -5
Skyblast is not the most responsible of people. In fact, he might just make a wealthy playboy look stodgy and respectable.
Well, maybe not.
Either way, he lets out a little 'eep' noise and admits, "Oh, you're probably right."
That said, he tries shift around, so that he's on the other side of Mirage than he was previously, and he curls up there, gold optics dimming.
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Post by Mirage on May 1, 2009 8:16:33 GMT -5
Mirage waits until Skyblast is settled, then tries to snuggle him close. One hand shifs around to try and tilt Skyblast's head up for a kiss. A kiss that Mirage hopes will let the jet know in no uncertain terms that his comment was true concern and not at all rejection.
That done, Mirage relaxes, hopefully still cuddling Skyblast, and murmurs, "Rest well, sweetheart."
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