rodders: <user name=brodinsons> (S2 IS SO PRETTY)
RODIMUS ([personal profile] rodders) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-02-25 01:29 am

( closed ) i wear it like a message so i don't forget it

Who: Rodimus & Drift
Where: The building where they’re staying in the city. It's… somewhere.
When: After Drift is officially discharged from the clinic.
What: Rodimus tries to deal with symbolism, Drift is surprisingly touched.
Warnings: Gay. A whole lot of gay.

Somehow coming back to where they lived for a few days before things when completely and utterly wrong doesn’t feel as much like coming home as Rodimus thinks it should. Home is still the Lost Light, not this place he’s barely spent any time in. But they can’t stay in the clinic forever - Ratchet would toss them both out eventually - and it’s somewhere to stay that they can at least claim is their own.

It smells stale and vacant which, okay, Rodimus hasn't been in it since he left looking for Drift, but that’s something that’ll go away with time.

"I'm gonna stand by what I said when we first moved in - it needs a lot of paint," he says, turning around to look at the other bot who followed him in. "Er, and probably a window that shuts. Not that it rains here or anything."

Okay, it’s still not much. And their grand plan to make more than just 'livable' fell apart the moment Drift and Tarn first locked optics. But as he looks at Drift - standing in an abandoned room with the lines of the Decepticon symbol gleaming in the light - his spark sinks, the light in his eyes dimming, smile fading.

Not exactly how they left it.
auramatic: (out in the sun)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-02-25 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Drift's been considerably less morose since he first woke up after his fight with Tarn -- and he has Rodimus to thank for a lot of it. Tactless and impulsive as he might have a tendency to be, his sincerity always manages to shine right through, and it touched Drift, not for the first time, but never so personally, either. But what happened to him isn't the sort of thing you recover from all at once, and Drift is still keenly aware of the fresh brand on his chest, a constant reminder of what he's tried to leave behind, and what Tarn did to him. He presses a hand to his chest absently as he glances around, taking in the semi-familiar details. He hasn't really had as much time to settle in as Rodimus has, seeing as he got his dumb ass put into a coma like three days after they moved in, but even so it's nice to have something you can even sort of call home. Drift misses that.

"That we know of," Drift points out mildly, but his optics are still brighter than they have been in days as they settle on each corner of the room in turn. "A fresh coat of paint would do it good. We could do something about the energy flow in this place, too -- do you think we could dig up any furniture or anything? You'd be amazed at what a good energy cleanse can do for a space."

He's really trying to get back to his old -- well, new-old-and-also-kind-of-fake -- self, okay.
auramatic: (was it the story?)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-02-26 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, Rodimus, Drift has this covered. He's very tasteful.

"I don't think we need Nautica or Valeria for a table, Rodimus." Drift vents out a soft laugh that doesn't quite reach his mouth, thumbing along the edge of the carved brand on his chest before his hand falls away. "Besides, that could be a fun project. Restoring old pieces...making something new out of it."
auramatic: ('cause i notice when you're smilin)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-02-27 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Rodimus has never been one for outrageous flattery -- it's really not his style -- and even exaggerated as they are, even as disinclined as Drift is to accept them, Rodimus' compliments his way have always felt sincere. Drift even half-smiles a little, following Rodimus' sweeping gestures around the room. He can imagine it, what this place would look like if it had just a few more homey touches.

Drift's optics go softly inquisitive as Rodimus tugs at him, and he moves in closer without question, his head tilting to the side just slightly. "Rodimus?"
auramatic: (Default)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-03-02 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Drift's optics widen with bright light as Rodimus folds his hand around the badge, looking thunderstruck. The enormity of the gesture far from escapes him -- there's a beat, a silent pulse of his spark before it overwhelms him, his vocalizer tightening.

"Rodimus, I -- " Drift doesn't even begin to know how to accept something like this. When Tarn ripped off Drift's Autobrand and dug his claws into Drift's plating -- it felt too much like Tarn had just scratched away the surface to reveal what was underneath. Drift's spent so much time cloaking himself in new personas that sometimes it's hard to tell what's left underneath. To replace his badge with a new one would just be bricking over the hole in the wall, but accepting Rodimus' badge -- that would be an act of healing. Drift swallows, the light from his optics refracting. His hand tightens around Rodimus' badge, reaching with his other hand to hold onto Rodimus' before he can withdraw.

"This is yours."
auramatic: (or all of the above?)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-03-04 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Drift has no words for the feeling that wells up in his spark, his optics glittering with refracted light as his fingers curl a little tighter around the badge. His hand doesn't leave Rodimus', looking deeply grateful, overcome with the weight of what it means to him, for him. His spark heaves, and his he grips tighter at Rodimus' hand, bringing their hands to his chest. His optics shutter closed, but it's only a moment before he's fixed his gaze on Rodimus' face.

"I'll wear it well." Drift's voice crackles with static, knowing that he's been entrusted with something precious. "I promise."
auramatic: (was it the story?)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-03-05 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
For all his aggressive positivity and upbeat energy, Drift doesn't really smile all that often -- certainly not as often as Rodimus does, nor with as much confidence. But he smiles now, his spark made buoyant by Rodimus' unhesitating trust and the overwhelming warmth of the gesture. He doesn't think he's ever been as close to Rodimus as he is now.

"Oh -- yeah -- " Drift's optics flicker for a moment before they settle into a bright glow, and he presses the badge back into Rodimus' hand, squaring his shoulders. "Thank you."
auramatic: ('cause i notice when you're smilin)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-03-09 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
Drift feels overwhelmed with emotion -- gratitude, honor, relief, even a touch of pride, as unselfish as he can make it -- the faint sting of the welding is in the back of his mind, his optics fixed on Rodimus and the intent look on his face. The world seems to slow down for a few beautiful moments, and Drift takes the time to savor it, letting it sink into his spark. Rodimus is always the most radiant when he smiles, and Drift is sometimes almost envious of how easily it comes to him -- but mostly, he's just happy to bask in it. His smile widens, his optics lighting up with it. He touches the badge freshly welded to his chest, feeling it under his fingers, and then he brushes them over the space where it used to be, a slightly different shade than the paint around it.

Drift's fingers settle on Rodimus' chest for just a moment, and he feels his spark constrict in his chest as something tremendous wells up in it, faster than he can register it. His optics widen in a look of faint astonishment, looking over Rodimus' face as if he's just seeing it for the first time. There's a feeling in his stomach like the bottom's just dropped out of his tanks, a heavy feeling, and his optics glimmer, his voice quiet.

"I don't know how to tell you how much this means to me."
auramatic: (how hard this life can be)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-03-12 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Rodimus," Drift says, his voice oddly tight -- but whatever it is he was going to say, he's not even sure. He just turns his hand to clasp around Rodimus', that soft smile staying on his face as he leans in a little. For a moment he just hovers there, basking in this rare, warm moment he's sharing with Rodimus. "I'm lucky to have a friend like you."

Lucky doesn't even begin to cover it, really, but Drift's just a shade too tired to wax poetic about it. He tugs away lightly from Rodimus, moving to sit on one of the chairs they'd scavenged at some point. "But I think I need to sit down. I'm a little shaky still."
auramatic: (what did you do?)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-04-07 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Drift actually winces as he lowers himself into the chair -- more at the thought of Ratchet's inevitably scathing reaction than any pain, although his armor creaks audibly as he sits. He brushes his fingers over the freshly welded badge on his chest, cupping it absently.

"Don't worry. I'm not planning on it." Drift's optics glimmer with the light of a faint smile as he leans back against the chair, far more heavily than usual. There's a lightness to the way he always moves, an agility born out of restraint and self-discipline, but it's half worn away right now, too tired to hold himself up as much. He half reaches for Rodimus, gesturing for him to sit or come closer. "Besides, if he were here, he'd probably be yelling at me for still being upright at all."
auramatic: (you're done with all the talk talk talk)

[personal profile] auramatic 2015-04-13 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"You're here."

Drift lets Rodimus thread their fingers together, tightening his grip on the other mech's hand, and the swell in his spark lances through him again suddenly, making his optics flicker and start. But he smiles after a moment anyway, just a tug at the corners of his mouth, his optics humming with light. The flare of his spark settles into a steady ebb and flow, still something that compels him to move to it like a buoy adrift, but he has an anchor. Rodimus' plating is warm against his, not just his hand but the badge on Drift's chest, too. Whatever energy of Rodimus' had come away with the badge, it's still there. Drift can feel it.

"I know."