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Orion was not sure what had made him snap this of all times. Likely the familiarity of the hands sliding over his frame, over his aft, in public. Or maybe the sweet words that meant nothing at all because the Senator only saw him as an acquisition, not a person.
No… no, honestly he knew what it was.
Without even asking him if he had any interest in being the Senator’s Intended!
Still he should have known better than letting his anger free reign.
‘I'd rather be the whore of a Pit demon than your mate!’
He hated the Senator High Scholar Ratbat in that moment, with his entire spark. Loathed his family… but even so he should have known better. There had been other ways to sabotage this unholy forced union. Even a noble third Creation was allowed to seek sanctuary in the temples of Primus or Unicron.
Being an acolyte would have been preferable to mating Ratbat any orn! Even if it meant he would never have a mate at all…
Moot now, all
The door clicked behind him as the lock ingaged and he threw himself onto the bed, face plate down, trying to choke down the sobs that wanted free.
Why, oh why…
Why could his family not just act like a family for once? All he asked from them was a little civility! A little acceptance of his ability to choose someone fitting, him and the family name. He wasn’t a three vorn old sparkling anymore!
And his Intended certainly did not deserve the treatment they were giving him. His poor lover… not enough seeker coding to understand the subtler insults and the wing speak. A relief and an acute embarrassment all at once. He could not get himself to tell his gentle, loving Intended how awful his family were being…
“Why not, youngling?” a cool, feathery touch stroked down his back struts, between his wings, and he lost control of the sobs.
Why not? So many, many reasons… Gentle giant Skyfire was such an innocent, not at all suited for the intrig
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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