"What's a long time to you and a long time to me are two different things, but I'm not going to worry, because I know that while people make promises, the universe doesn't. When I was younger, I thought that meant people should not make promises, either. But Ravage taught me there are two ways to be truthful--one is not to tell lies, and the other is to make the lie true."
Megatron ex-vents slowly. "Don't worry about me getting old. I feel at least a million years younger than I did last month. Also, I do the same thing. Look at the way I fuss and fret over Ravage and Soundwave sometimes. There were others, but they're the ones who were always loyal to me, even when I gave them reason not to be."
He shifts his weight under her, gently, trying not to dislodge her at all, so he can comfortably wrap both arms around her and flatten his back by bending his knees on either side of her and flattening his pedes on the ground. That's more comfortable. Her hand is still in his, his other hand stroking her hair.
"The other thing I said to Ravage, when he told me this was crazy: I told him that he should be glad, because wanting a future with you means I want a future, again. A very different one from my past. A quieter one, with smaller revolutions and a lot less violence. To be sworn to people, not causes. I want to be woven back into the fabric of the universe, instead of constantly slashing at the wrongness in it trying to make things right. I want to be the mech that Terminus loved, and protect what I love, not throw myself over and over at the things that I hate until they either knock me out for a while or they fall down."
He looks up at the stars, hoping they witness this. "Someday. Not now. It's not time. It won't be an exclusive relationship, it won't exclude anyone else in your life or mine. There will always be other people we want, but you are the only one that I want like this. I don't want you not to go out, but I want to be the one you come home to."
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Date: 2020-12-10 06:16 pm (UTC)Megatron ex-vents slowly. "Don't worry about me getting old. I feel at least a million years younger than I did last month. Also, I do the same thing. Look at the way I fuss and fret over Ravage and Soundwave sometimes. There were others, but they're the ones who were always loyal to me, even when I gave them reason not to be."
He shifts his weight under her, gently, trying not to dislodge her at all, so he can comfortably wrap both arms around her and flatten his back by bending his knees on either side of her and flattening his pedes on the ground. That's more comfortable. Her hand is still in his, his other hand stroking her hair.
"The other thing I said to Ravage, when he told me this was crazy: I told him that he should be glad, because wanting a future with you means I want a future, again. A very different one from my past. A quieter one, with smaller revolutions and a lot less violence. To be sworn to people, not causes. I want to be woven back into the fabric of the universe, instead of constantly slashing at the wrongness in it trying to make things right. I want to be the mech that Terminus loved, and protect what I love, not throw myself over and over at the things that I hate until they either knock me out for a while or they fall down."
He looks up at the stars, hoping they witness this. "Someday. Not now. It's not time. It won't be an exclusive relationship, it won't exclude anyone else in your life or mine. There will always be other people we want, but you are the only one that I want like this. I don't want you not to go out, but I want to be the one you come home to."