“what part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” - aether
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“I’m just saying that there are better people than me,” you replied lightly. “It’s not like you need me on your team.”
And truly, you weren’t exaggerating. Aether had many friends, after all, many powerful ones. Some of them excelled in fighting, while others had the ability to heal. Some gave powerful shields, while others could make the team stronger. While you had your own utilities, you knew the truth. You paled in comparison to the rest. There was no point in keeping you around.
Aether sighed.
“And I’m saying I want you around anyway. You know, not everything about adventuring is having the best team.”
It was your turn to sigh. This wasn’t a topic you normally brought up. You didn’t want to be a downer on the team, after all. But after Paimon had gone off with Sucrose to check on the modified sunsiettas leaving you behind with Aether, the subject found itself coaxed to your lips.
Did Aether realize how popular he was, you wondered. It seemed like everybody was vying to have just a moment of his time. Whenever he met up with a friend he hadn’t seen in a while, three out of four times they’d throw a party. And there you were, always awkwardly tagging along. Though nobody was ever jealous of you, you always felt bad. It felt as if you were coveting him all to yourself.
Though you never asked, words could not describe how much you wished to know why he kept you near. Did he feel bad for you because you didn’t have a great number of friends? Or did he like your combat abilities, meager though they were? At one point, you thought it was due to how well you knew the terrain, but he took you to many different nations since then.
“I know that,” you mumbled. “It’s just… There are many people that want to spend time with you. You don’t need to ask me to tag along all the time…”
Aether clutched his chest in mock hurt.
“I didn’t know you hated spending time with me that much!” He exclaimed dramatically.
You panicked.
“Hey! Don’t put words in my mouth!” You shot back. “I just– Gods, you just don’t get it!”
Turning up your nose, you pouted. Of course he had to joke about it. He didn’t understand your feelings at all. But when you peeked at him, a look of exasperation had taken hold of his face.
“No, I don’t think you get it,” he began as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?”
Your heart stopped as you felt your face heat.
“Wh-What– I– How can you say that so easily!?” You squeaked as you covered your face.
He shrugged.
“It’s the truth. I’ll say it as many times as I need to. Accept it.”
You groaned.
“I refuse.”
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If it's not too much to ask, what would Megatron's origin be then?
Ooohhhhehe I love this one.
Megatron is Dredge, a living stone statue or stone giant. Living in the far future. Not as far as Brainstorm, but in the future.
He gets a medical degree, suffers sleepless nights before an exam, and writes poetry. The regular mechs treat him with a little wariness, but no more than that. Overt oppression of monsters is long past, thanks to the efforts of Orion and many other mechs.
Megatron has never and will never meet Orion Pax, but he can see him if he looks at illustrations in historical articles.
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