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re_alignment_logs2012-10-13 02:31 pm
sword_redemption) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-10-13 02:31 pm
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Who's afraid of a little word?
Who: Drift and Wing
Where: Wing's quarters.
When: Shortly after Drift's network post (as I am spamming ur comms today) before he leaves for the Badlands.
What: Let's see if Drift can say the 'l-word' without dying of embarrassment
Warnings: Dorkitude, possibly smooching.avert thine eyes!!
Right. He's got enough supplies to last a few days, his weapons have been cleaned, he's done basic maintenance. He's about as ready as he can be for the Badlands.
He's not sure he's ready for this part, though. He can feel something trembling and fluttering in his spark chamber, that seems to flutter ever more agitatedly as he walks down the corridor to Wing's quarters. The last time he was up here...things happened. Very, very good things, and he can still feel the ghosts of those touches on his armor.
Four was right. And Vandal. And he didn't know anything about romance. At all. But he knows that there are times you should say something because there might not be another chance.
Now's one of those times.
He chimes the door, a nervous finger slipping off the button, and cycles a long breath. Maybe Wing's not here. Maybe he's gone off searching somewhere. If that's the case, he'll know it's a sign that this is not the right time or the right thing to do.
But if Wing is.....
Where: Wing's quarters.
When: Shortly after Drift's network post (as I am spamming ur comms today) before he leaves for the Badlands.
What: Let's see if Drift can say the 'l-word' without dying of embarrassment
Warnings: Dorkitude, possibly smooching.
Right. He's got enough supplies to last a few days, his weapons have been cleaned, he's done basic maintenance. He's about as ready as he can be for the Badlands.
He's not sure he's ready for this part, though. He can feel something trembling and fluttering in his spark chamber, that seems to flutter ever more agitatedly as he walks down the corridor to Wing's quarters. The last time he was up here...things happened. Very, very good things, and he can still feel the ghosts of those touches on his armor.
Four was right. And Vandal. And he didn't know anything about romance. At all. But he knows that there are times you should say something because there might not be another chance.
Now's one of those times.
He chimes the door, a nervous finger slipping off the button, and cycles a long breath. Maybe Wing's not here. Maybe he's gone off searching somewhere. If that's the case, he'll know it's a sign that this is not the right time or the right thing to do.
But if Wing is.....
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A noise of surprise gets muffled into a whimper as the kiss closes around it, Wing leaning to chase it greedily. He catches the hand as the finger leaves his cheek, pressing silver lipplates to the open palm and drawing a deep intake. He releases the kiss with a warm ex-vent, closing Drift's fingers around it.
Unable to resist, he repeats the gesture with Drift's other hand. "They'll keep you safe," he whispers. "Now, please..."