Ep. 0.5 - Intervention - Closed
Apr 18, 2012 17:10:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2012 17:10:16 GMT -5
Shadow wanted to pull back from Jazz, but she knew better. This was the choice she'd made, the one thing she'd been willing to beg for, and whatever he wanted in exchange...her arms tightened reflexively around Blue. Whatever he wanted, she would give him.
Jazz's field meshed seamlessly with the fields already wrapped protectively around her, and when he reached for her it was only to press his helm gently against hers, pulsing reassurance directly frame to frame. Optics offlining, Shadow leaned into that touch, sick with gratitude and relief, so frantic to assure him she was obedient-loyal-his-his to command-his to use that it was hard to focus on what he was saying.
The first part was familiar enough to chime off memory, Labyrinth's right hand cradling her helm while his left drove agony through exposed neural clusters, voice midnight soft as he reminded her that he didn't want to have to punish her. Shadow jerked a little in Ironhide's hold at the memory, phantom pain crawling down her side; her optics flared back online, overbright with panic, before the latticework of warmth, safety, and multilayered concern being woven between the others caught her and pulled her back to the present.
"We want you here, and if you want us back, then that's all we need."
New master, new rules, and this wasn't an order it was permission. 'I want/need you/all of you.' The words came out in a thin chirp of Basic, and Shadow vented shakily, freeing one arm from Bluestreak to catch hold of Jazz and hang on. His field wrapped comfort and worry around her, care and support, acceptance of her decision. "I want to be part of your cohort," she repeated, pulsing the words in glyph and field to all three of them, steady in spite of the nervous ripple of her plates.
She leaned closer to Jazz, adding a silent frame to frame pulse that the others wouldn't notice. Whatever you want from me, she promised, and it was worth the faint clench of dread, she told herself, it was. Anything.
Jazz's field meshed seamlessly with the fields already wrapped protectively around her, and when he reached for her it was only to press his helm gently against hers, pulsing reassurance directly frame to frame. Optics offlining, Shadow leaned into that touch, sick with gratitude and relief, so frantic to assure him she was obedient-loyal-his-his to command-his to use that it was hard to focus on what he was saying.
The first part was familiar enough to chime off memory, Labyrinth's right hand cradling her helm while his left drove agony through exposed neural clusters, voice midnight soft as he reminded her that he didn't want to have to punish her. Shadow jerked a little in Ironhide's hold at the memory, phantom pain crawling down her side; her optics flared back online, overbright with panic, before the latticework of warmth, safety, and multilayered concern being woven between the others caught her and pulled her back to the present.
"We want you here, and if you want us back, then that's all we need."
New master, new rules, and this wasn't an order it was permission. 'I want/need you/all of you.' The words came out in a thin chirp of Basic, and Shadow vented shakily, freeing one arm from Bluestreak to catch hold of Jazz and hang on. His field wrapped comfort and worry around her, care and support, acceptance of her decision. "I want to be part of your cohort," she repeated, pulsing the words in glyph and field to all three of them, steady in spite of the nervous ripple of her plates.
She leaned closer to Jazz, adding a silent frame to frame pulse that the others wouldn't notice. Whatever you want from me, she promised, and it was worth the faint clench of dread, she told herself, it was. Anything.