Wheeljack gave a jerk as his gaze snapped up to track and follow his lord, but even then it was almost an entire second behind his lord's words. "Decepticons. Breakdown said that to me. Attempted to comfort me. He-" A shudder. "I should speak to him, he-"
The ringing was back again, and he fell quiet and he stood as that train of thought washed away like footsteps in the tide line, or at least... most of it.
"I should-"
A twist in his spark that made him shudder. Made him reach out for his lord, though he didn't remember why, as soon as he'd done it.
Ah, he turns away from his portraits and trinkets. This one needs is attention, the hold is malfunctioning in all the worst ways. He steps to Wheeljack thinking slowly about what he done to Cyclonus, Snowcat. To Demolisher's mind..
He puts his hands over Wheeljacks's face, cupping him and turning it up. "Sh, it's alright. Trauma plays little tricks like this." He mimics things he's heard Rung say. Though doesn't fully understand it.
Another twisting lance of pain to accompany the ringing in his audials as he
wanted
reached up shaking hands to cover those of his lord and nodded.
to
He did want to see Breakdown, and Ratchet and Donnie and Starscream and Hot Shot and
R U N
Wheeljack seized up tight as the ringing turned into a chorus, his mouth dropping around a sound he didn't know how to consciously make, like a flock of birds.
"Shut up!! Shut up!" Megatron shouts back, but instead of his continued shaking and rattling of his Wheeljack.. His arms reach around him and pull him close. "Shut up, stop looking at me like that. Stop screaming, stop resisting this existance... I can't stand to hear it."
He falters down with Wheeljack, cradled his frame in his hug, as they're both now to the floor. "Just stop resisting, stop fighting this... You don't need anything but me." He curls around his pet and grips tighter.
Wheeljack rested a hand on his lord's chest. He had no way of knowing whether the hand had been intended to push away or to pull closer because he barely felt it at the moment, only
stabbing shooting burning throbbing
The promise of a release from the pain didn't matter because he'd already forgotten why it wasn't stopping
throbbing burning shooting stabbing and all of it rising to a fevered pitch of
He thought of Tech and of Slipstream and the pain immediately rushed into his mind, making him twitch and whine and curl into his lord
noise. His, the birds', his lord. All of it blended together until he couldn't have said where he was, or why the screams bubbling from his mouth mattered at all.
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Date: 2024-01-21 12:39 pm (UTC)The ringing was back again, and he fell quiet and he stood as that train of thought washed away like footsteps in the tide line, or at least... most of it.
"I should-"
A twist in his spark that made him shudder. Made him reach out for his lord, though he didn't remember why, as soon as he'd done it.
"I should-"
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Date: 2024-01-21 12:44 pm (UTC)He puts his hands over Wheeljacks's face, cupping him and turning it up. "Sh, it's alright. Trauma plays little tricks like this." He mimics things he's heard Rung say. Though doesn't fully understand it.
"You want to see him again, is that it?"
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Date: 2024-01-21 12:56 pm (UTC)wanted
reached up shaking hands to cover those of his lord and nodded.
to
He did want to see Breakdown, and Ratchet and Donnie and Starscream and Hot Shot and
R U N
Wheeljack seized up tight as the ringing turned into a chorus, his mouth dropping around a sound he didn't know how to consciously make, like a flock of birds.
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Date: 2024-01-21 01:01 pm (UTC)It's not what.
He grabs his shoulders and starts shaking him. "Stop that noise this instant! Stop it!" His voice cracks.
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Date: 2024-01-21 01:15 pm (UTC)he reached out for comfort even as he was shaken and shaken and
Maybe he'd started screaming in the middle of it all. He had no way of knowing and
he opened his mouth to apologize or to ask for Breakdown or Starscream and all that came out was
the ringing grew in his audials.
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Date: 2024-01-21 01:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-01-21 01:31 pm (UTC)Wheeljack's spark spasmed again, and he clutched at his lord, optics strobing between overly bright and almost offline entirely, as
The pain didn't retreat. Save for when the pain made him scrabble at his lord. He attempted to ask a question but
what came out wasn't words.
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Date: 2024-01-21 01:35 pm (UTC)"Just shut up.. Shut up..."
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Date: 2024-01-21 01:54 pm (UTC)stabbing shooting burning throbbing
The promise of a release from the pain didn't matter because he'd already forgotten why it wasn't stopping
throbbing burning shooting stabbing and all of it rising to a fevered pitch of
He thought of Tech and of Slipstream and the pain immediately rushed into his mind, making him twitch and whine and curl into his lord
noise. His, the birds', his lord. All of it blended together until he couldn't have said where he was, or why the screams bubbling from his mouth mattered at all.