Lieutenant's Smaller Wings Flick Continuously As He Almost Nearly Seems To Smile, Glad To Hear Blackguard

Lieutenant's smaller wings flick continuously as he almost nearly seems to smile, glad to hear Blackguard has been doing well. She was removed from her war as far as he remembered but one could never be too certain. War had its way of rearing its ugly head in the least likely of places. At least she, and hopefully Redstrike, were okay.

The light in his optics dimmed slightly as the helicopter mentioned how long it had been. "A long time,, funny how the multiverse works." He muses to himself, readjusting his hold on his books. "I last recall speaking to you at least two million years ago and change. However, I suppose there is some good in that given that the war in the world is over. I have more time to read now." Fins flick as he taps on the spines of the books.

He didn't quite have it in him to tell Blackguard the reason why their contact hadn't been re-established sooner. At least on his end. From how happy she seemed to see him, he determined that the crew may have not informed her what happened. As close as they all were, some things stayed between the crew for only them to know, and perhaps they decided to keep to themselves about what happened. He's not sure, but it's best not to try to bring down the mood of the reunion. "You know, until recently I had not really been in one of these 'malls.' During the war we usually purchased off of merchants like yourself for whatever was necessary. I still say I would much prefer to go back to that than this crowded trinket fest. Rather overwhelming experience after everything."

@unknownsoldiers

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together (Lieutenant) BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

Blackguard inhaled deeply, exercising all of her ventilation pathways by rushing the stagnant air through the entirety of her system. It wasn't a relieving exercise, especially since the dead-air couldn't offer any cooling for her frame, but it did help to calm her nerve some and ground her mind back into the moment again. Anymore, she was all too quick to let her mind wander off into work, getting wrapped up and twisted in all the nuances and annoyances of politics.

But then again, as she came back to the reality right in front of her and was met with a rather... interesting choice of music inside the ascending elevator she started to second guess her choice of mindfulness. Maybe getting lost in work thoughts would be more merciful than this recording.

As the elevator eases its way to a stop on another floor, she briefly considers getting off just to escape the music. Walking isn't so bad and the sights around the mall could prove to be more calming than the inside of this box.

Then, the doors slide open to let in the other patron and she sees him.

(x)

"Lieutenant?"

Send me a ♡ plus a ship and I'll tell you...

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴?

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳?

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴?

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶:

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴:

Exclusives are scams set up to target mechs specifically like Lieutenant, forcing him to go to places he normally doesn’t like. Especially some place so public. Nevertheless, it was worth it for the bookstore with their matte covers of a collection of historical typographies throughout the ages. Primarily containing those from the Golden Age era but some new ones were added during the war as well and he simply HAD to see which ones from the war made it.

As if that weren’t bad enough, then he had various books on recipes, planting, and other fictional books that he couldn’t wait to get to. He might need to make another stop for more bookshelves now that he thinks about it. Might be his next stop after this, but for now he waits by the elevator. He can only handle walking around public spaces for so long. Firstly, because he starts to get a headache. Secondly, he doesn’t need a scene. It was one thing during the war but now? He’d rather avoid them if he can.

While waiting he opens up one of the books to read, impatient to simply wait until he arrived back home. However, it’s short-lived when his fins pick up at hearing his name. It’s familiar, it’s been a long time since he heard that voice but he recognized it as he looked up at the speaker, standing in the elevator.

“Blackguard?” He replies in disbelief, almost as if he’d seen a ghost. Primus, there were not many from the war that he knew still alive, and certainly none that didn’t want his helm on a pike.

He enters the elevator as his mask transforms away as he looks at the helicopter with wide optics. “Wh- You- It is good to see you again, hi—! Good to see you again. How have you been?”

@unknownsoldiers

Send 🚪 for our muses to get stuck in an elevator together (Lieutenant) BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

Blackguard inhaled deeply, exercising all of her ventilation pathways by rushing the stagnant air through the entirety of her system. It wasn't a relieving exercise, especially since the dead-air couldn't offer any cooling for her frame, but it did help to calm her nerve some and ground her mind back into the moment again. Anymore, she was all too quick to let her mind wander off into work, getting wrapped up and twisted in all the nuances and annoyances of politics.

But then again, as she came back to the reality right in front of her and was met with a rather... interesting choice of music inside the ascending elevator she started to second guess her choice of mindfulness. Maybe getting lost in work thoughts would be more merciful than this recording.

As the elevator eases its way to a stop on another floor, she briefly considers getting off just to escape the music. Walking isn't so bad and the sights around the mall could prove to be more calming than the inside of this box.

Then, the doors slide open to let in the other patron and she sees him.

(x)

"Lieutenant?"

♡♡♡ DO IT

Send me a ♡ plus a ship and I'll tell you...

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

Pharma, when he took Lieutenant to Tyrest’s greenhouse on Luna-1. It wasn’t thought of a date at the time, but Lieutenant deems it their first.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂?

Pharma. He was a menace and kissed Lieutenant at every opportunity to watch him fluster and sputter back at him.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂?

PHARMA!!! He has given Lieutenant some 20+ nicknames at this point: Lucille, Lt. Dan, Brontoes, Hummingbird, Green Bean, Love, Babe, to name a few

Lieutenant only has one for Pharma: Patito

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂?

Lieutenant; he’s home the most and he likes to keep busy with such things.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲?

Pharma, mainly because Lieutenant has yet to be caught listening to anything that isn’t ambiance.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳?

Lieutenant. He tends to sprawl out, especially if Pharma's taking too long to come to bed.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

Lieutenant, despite Pharma having a job, he tends to wake up first so he can make sure he gets to spend their morning together before the medic heads to work.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴?

Lieutenant, also in part of him seeing Pharma off in the morning is making them coffee to have together before he leaves.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽?

Lieutenant. He loves snuggling and curling around Pharma. The medic was built to be spooned <3

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃?

Pharma, technically. Lieutenant has no concrete schedule to adhere to, so he tends to just pass out at random intervals during the day or night for a couple hours. Pharma, however, does have a schedule and should be in bed at a reasonable hour, but the workaholic just keeps going “five more minutes.” If Lieutenant doesn’t drag him to the berth, those “5 minutes” will be time for the next shift.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳?

Lieutenant, as it’s the only amount of PDA he’s capable of without becoming useless and pink. Plus he often finds himself idly playing with Pharma’s hands when the jet is sitting in his lap.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰?

Pharma. Lieutenant prefers PRIVATE affection because he’s rather shy/reserved about it. Pharma thrives on using that to his advantage, and Lieutenant can’t find it in him to make it stop (despite the embarrassment).

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂?

Neither, but Lieutenant does have a bad habit of talking in his sleep.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈?

With each other? Lieutenant. Particularly when they were still early into their relationship, Pharma could get a rise out of him almost effortlessly.

With the general public? Pharma. Lieutenant does try to mitigate the medic from stabbing the daily knobheads.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇?

DNKDKD SAYS WHO?? It’s pretty even, although Pharma leads that score

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴?

Technically Pharma did originally when they were faking it, but Lieutenant made the official proposal.

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

Reuniting with Pharma after 6 years of thinking he had died. It is definitely Lieutenant’s favorite.

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

Being responsible for Pharma getting kidnapped by the bounty hunters after him. Lieutenant wasn’t on Cybertron at the time of the kidnapping, so he didn’t find out until much later about it.

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶:

Nothing, Pharma is perfect as is.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴:

It’s either Affection/touch or gifting. Lieutenant is pretty certain it’s the affection though.

Spot the difference—

Answer: There isn't one.

Lieutenant's larger wings spread out, pinching between the sides of the elevator just as it lurched. His fins pick up, fretful of another potential scheme to claim the bounty on his head. However, from what he could tell with his sense, this wasn’t a set up.

“Seems you are fated to be cooped up.”

His optics offline for a long blink, “Possibly the cabling. Either the elevator in this building survived the war and was repurposed or the technicians were not careful installing this new one. If it was f—“ The Decepticon pauses, looking at Blackguard. Most fliers— mainly his Conjunx— are claustrophobic, so probably best not to introduce the potential of freefalling on top of that. He didn’t want to stress her. “—at another floor we could pry the doors open, but I sense a wall on the other side.”

Lucky them, they could cut a hole in the top, and just jump out. Never mind those emergency services when they could simply get results now. Lieutenant put his books down to at least prepare for that notion, depending on Blackguard.

"It's good to see you too!" She has half a mind to grab him and pull him in for a hug, but stays her hand. Mainly because she doesn't want to risk toppling his load out of his arms and making a mess of things, thus ruining a perfectly good moment, and secondly because she can't remember if he was touch-averse or not. Something in the back of her memory files says that he is though so she opts to play it safely rather than regrettably.

All the while though, her field is buzzing with excitement while her visor beams down at him with the brightest 'smile' she has. "I've been--" Swamped. Busy. Almost became bound to Unicron at some point. "--I'm good. Busy, but, good. What about you? I haven't seen you since... Well. A long time now." In which no answers or explanations had been given, which was worrying considering the circumstances around that moment too. Sometimes, she almost convinced herself the lieutenant had been a casualty of some battle the others never elaborated on, but she didn't ask. Couldn't, really, with how they all fell off the face of the multiverse.