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☼ Wing ☼ ([personal profile] winged_knight) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-12-18 12:50 am

[Closed] I touch the place where I'd find your face

WHO: Drift and Wing
WHERE: One of the caves lining the walls of the gorge where Vector's temple is located.
WHEN: A short time after this.
WHAT: Drift is sulking over various things following his death and Wing has an apology to make because he's a big dumb.
WARNINGS: None yet.


He wasn't skilled at tracing signals, no, but he was definitely observant, a trait he's certainly thankful for right now.

He'd been needing to speak to Drift, but over the past few days capturing a moment alone with his lover and partner had proven difficult. And now, Wing understands why. He recognized the crystals lining the walls of the dark rock that formed the backdrop for Drift's earlier transmission. He didn't know which cave specifically it was, but he was fully willing to search them all if necessary.

This is not something he'll let wait.

In those first fragile moments just after Drift's return to life they'd both been to wary to really discuss what had happened. Toppling things that seemed unshakable was a talent this place seemed to have, and in those delicate moments it was better to just rejoice in being given Yet Another Chance.

But outside of the warm bubble of their dreamy reunion things were darker and more unsettling....

For Wing's part--a mech who feels everything very deeply--the tide of distress that avalanched in the form of Vandal's disappearance, Tarn's emergence, the Glyphless tragedy, Drift's death and fighting Prism, gradually wore him thin. Thin enough that it made him cringe and lash out more than was necessary when sore spots were struck.

But it's probably nothing compared to what Drift is going through.

And so Wing is here, feeling like he's failed the person who means the most to him in a moment of need, searching among the caves for that spark in the hopes to heal it.

He has a sense this is the right one. Whether it's intuition, perception or sensing Drift through the Great Sword he has no idea. And in truth it doesn't matter. The jet takes a few steps forward into the cave's mouth, his unique silhouette like a signature scribed upon the light. He wants to enter. But more than that, he wants to know he's welcome.
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[personal profile] sword_redemption 2013-02-07 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Or," he speaks almost haltingly, as if afraid to question Wing's omniscience, "perhaps we can learn that forgetting, compassion, are more important than holding onto the grudges of the past."

"....Wing." He doesn't know what else to say, turning under the smile on his shoulder, not sure if he wanted a kiss, or wanted to see Wing's face. Just somehow, more, clearer contact.

The little light bugs alight on their bodies, and Drift thinks, for a moment, it's like being touched by hope. It's silly and sentimental, but, Wing brings that out in him.

He nods, almost knowingly. "It's like a monomania with him, bordering on obsession. It's how he is. It's why he never seemed to be able to stop."
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[personal profile] sword_redemption 2013-02-08 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Drift can't hide the pleased little rumble of his engines. It's embarrassing but getting Wing's approval was sort of exhilarating. "It has to be the root of peace. I've been thinking about it."

He tips his head back, afraid to move in and close for the kiss, but inviting one. "You taught me that," he breathes.

He doesn't want to talk about Megatron. Not right now. But... "He's half of what destroyed our planet. That monomania was not one sided." Even after the war, Optimus had clung to it.
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[personal profile] sword_redemption 2013-02-08 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"If you look at it that way, though, it's just another form of power, forgiveness as something you get to grant or withhold." He knows the underbelly of that all too well.

He could talk philosophy but right now, the kiss was better. His whole body shifts, turning into the kiss, like a petal cupping to hold precious dew.

And suddenly this place he'd come to get away, to wallow in his misery, was lit with little stars, Wing's EM field a velvety plushness above him, and he could think of no place else he would rather be.
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[personal profile] sword_redemption 2013-02-12 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's enough to me that you do," Drift whispers, succumbing to the kiss, one tentative hand curving over Wing's shoulder. The cave didn't seem dark anymore so much as intimate, the ground underneath him cold only to point out the contrast with Wing's satiny warmth.