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Terminus levels her with a soft look, mouth hooking upwards at the corner. "You are awful sweet, Galvatron. ...I'd miss you somethin' fierce, too. Not even the Unmaker could have you."

Terminus has his thumbs hooked into his belt.

"Huh."

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Terminus has his thumbs hooked into his belt.

"Huh."

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She presses, and he yields, not because she insists, but because he wants to, and because he can.

There's a curl to his lips when she kisses him, though, laughter into his field when he lifts his servos to her shoulders. She is someone who is larger than life, doing the impossible by bounds and leaps to prove that she can, or perhaps because no one else thought it could be done. Against all odds, again and again, she triumphs.

What a magnificent woman. "Do I?" He rumbles, light in his voice evident. "Tell me about it."

“I will always love you in all of the ways I can love you.”

"Some call the howl of the wind against the side of a mountain erosion."

Terminus turns towards her with a lopsided smile. "But I call it a lover's caress. For the wind so loved the mountain to wrap herself around him, reshaping him. And the mountain so loved the wind, he gave her something to break against, to rest against, so she would not go on forever. And so it shall be."

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“I will always love you in all of the ways I can love you.”

"Some call the howl of the wind against the side of a mountain erosion."

Terminus turns towards her with a lopsided smile. "But I call it a lover's caress. For the wind so loved the mountain to wrap herself around him, reshaping him. And the mountain so loved the wind, he gave her something to break against, to rest against, so she would not go on forever. And so it shall be."

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He's a bit confused himself, now, actually, but he lets Rung tug him into the Temple through all the rooms where-

"Oh," he says, so very, achingly, soft.

Oh, because that's.. that's a sparkling. She's still round, but if he looks closer, he can see the start of nubs, and that's.. he's getting misty optic'd just looking at her. "She's perfect," he manages, throat going tight, and mouth going wobbly.

"She's perfect, Rung. Look at her- what's her name?"

A little hand pats Terminus’ elbow. “Come inside, please? There’s someone you need to meet.”

Terminus blinks, but lights up, reaching down to take Rung's little servo in his.

"We got a new friend, huh? Well, I'm always eager for a new face, Rung."

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Stares intently at Terminus. " ... okay but seriously looking at you and looking at Megatron is like. Looking at what Megatron would look like as an old mech but a happier life..." A frown, a scowl? Not fierce enough. No wait that's kinda judgemental- Rodimus purses his lips and cocks his helm side to side. Palms on his hips and frame canted to look up at the other. " .... Its. So weird. But sorta...I dunno. Nice to know Megatron could look gentle." Speaking in turn of his megatron in particular. Not the Rung's Megatron that's too hot for his own good and smiles so pretty...

He's being stared at, which... alright.

He has a sort of bemused look on his face about it, though, an optic ridge raising as he studies the other mech. "Well, I'm, uh.. thanks, I suppose? Shame to know he's not had a happier life to begin with." Little uncomfortable, honestly. What in the world is happening to these Megatrons?

Which is a weird things to say. He'd always operated as though there had only been one.

"I like to think everyone has the opportunity ta be gentle- just ultimately depends on what they do with it, when the time comes. ..what did you say yer name was, little feller? Don't think I caught it, since you already seem ta be knowin' who I am."

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A little hand pats Terminus’ elbow. “Come inside, please? There’s someone you need to meet.”

Terminus blinks, but lights up, reaching down to take Rung's little servo in his.

"We got a new friend, huh? Well, I'm always eager for a new face, Rung."

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Terminus' servo easily slides into hers, and he steps closer. It's a liberty few are allowed, and even fewer take advantage of.

But Terminus isn't afraid.

He hadn't been, not since their first meeting, when she had been ready to raze their entire place to the ground in a mess of fire. He'd stood against her, then.

And now he was choosing to slide up and into her lap, because he could, bunting his helm under her chin. "Well- I should hope you noticed my hard work."

“Your devotions do not go unnoticed.”

Galvatron’s helm tilts slightly to the side, lips slightly pursed but her optics fairly neutral; the usual hellfire orange glow seems less keen to burn down everything around her and more like the low crackle of a hearth.

She reaches out a servo, palm up. The cannon does not come with it.

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Ah. That sort of get on the berth.

He shifts, then, gently taking her servo back and reaching to pet along her handsome crown, massaging over her audials with his thumbs, and then cupping her chin, albeit a bit awkwardly from the angle, before moving on. "Well. I'll tell you a secret of mine, how's about that?" He's silent for a while, despite that, just massaging at her, over her shoulders, and then taking an arm and working his arm down the purple plating.

"I'm real possessive, see. Obsessive, too. I picked somethin' to obsess over, an' I stuck with it. That thing just happened to be helpin' people. ...it's ok to not wanna fight, Galvatron. Layin' yer cannon down ain't no death sentence. You.. you're strong. You're real strong, one of the strongest mechs I've ever met. But even strong mechs get tired. There comes a time when the Warrior wonders, 'Is this eternal battle it for me?' ..an' the answer is no. Not if you ain't want it to be." He bends to smooth her servos down along her back, thumbs working along his spinal strut. Up and down, up and down.

"Can whiskey and coal dust fix this? ..no, love. 'fraid not. But it don't hurt none when you're fixin' to figure out what you want. Fightin' is what you had to do. What do you want?"

“On the berth. Now.”

"Oh is that the mood we're in," he teases, but he's more than happy enough to amble on over-

But he knows he's about to test her patience when he bends over the way he does, servos pressed flat to the berth and he dips his back in an arch, stretching. "Mmph!" From there, he makes a show of crawling up and into the middle of it, and then sitting sideways, a knee tucked under him.

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“On the berth. Now.”

"Oh is that the mood we're in," he teases, but he's more than happy enough to amble on over-

But he knows he's about to test her patience when he bends over the way he does, servos pressed flat to the berth and he dips his back in an arch, stretching. "Mmph!" From there, he makes a show of crawling up and into the middle of it, and then sitting sideways, a knee tucked under him.

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Terminus waits patiently for Rung to get the sentence out, knuckles on his hips.

But he can't say he was expecting for him to come along with a gift. Openly surprised, now, he bends to take it in careful servos, with a quiet, "You ain't have to do all that.."

But as he opens it to find a knitted poncho, he can't say he's complaining, the way his face brightens up. "Well ain't this somethin'." Setting the packaging down, he shrugs the poncho on, and then holds it for a moment to look down at it, before bending to pick Rung up with a laugh. "Fits perfect ta me!"

“Terminus? A word, if you will.”

Terminus turns, surprised, and then pleased to see Rung, servos going to his hips.

"Well! If it ain't Rung! What can I do ya for?"

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“Terminus? A word, if you will.”

Terminus turns, surprised, and then pleased to see Rung, servos going to his hips.

"Well! If it ain't Rung! What can I do ya for?"

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SCRUNCHES HIM SCRUNCHES HIM SCRUNCHES HIM SCRUNCHES HIM

HE IS SCRUNCHED! OH WOE, WHATEVER SHALL HE DO, NOW? PERHAPS HE WILL SIMPLY HAVE TO KISS HER-

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Terminus' helm tilts where she guides it, until there is a particular strain on his throat, mouth parting slightly at the angle. His lights are flushed a delicate pink, helm lights swiveling back.

"I swear," he murmurs, optics flickering a little before settling on her. His word is as good as law when he speaks it, because Terminus never says anything he doesn't mean in that moment, not without reason. He is many things, but a liar is not one of them.

"I swear to you, I am as much yours as you are mine. Intertwined, for all of Ever." His servos cup her wrist- she is sturdy, servos rough and worn like his, and he is all the more ruined for it.

What a femme.

“appease the monster”

Galvatron raises the old, burnished chalice to his lips, her other hand coaxing his helm back to where he will not be able to refuse the urge to swallow if she tips the great cup any further.

It amuses her to hold Terminus like he is a dainty, fragile lover, no matter how far from the truth that is. She knows it flusters him so to treat him like a well-loved toy or a delicate aerial-build.

"Swear yourself to me again, my love. I will spill your oils across this altar as if we were newlyweds, and stain it beyond use."

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"Ok-, it's ok, s'alright," he sooths. Rung doesn't want to be touched.

He can work with that. He backs off, instead settling Rung up and into a chair, instead, kneeling in front of him and holding his servos up in a 'see, they're right here, instead' sort of motion. He knows, logically, that he didn't do anything. There's some sort of minefield he didn't even know he walked into, there.

But now that he knows it's a minefield, that he's walking on some sort of dangerous path, he can navigate it a little better. Terminus looks around, spots a crocheted blanket, and settles it around Rung's shoulders nice and cozy like, face scrunched in concern. He stays close, though, in case Rung needs him. That's what he's here for- it's what he came for. When there is a need, he fills it, much like he filled a hole in the caverns if they were a potential to collapse.

"I know that I ain't do it," he starts, voice low and soft. "But that ain't mean I can't be sorry. For you- for your situation. I ain't know what caused it, but I am sorry. I'm sorry, Rung. For all of it. That ain't nobody were able to help you when you needed it most. Whatever you went through, I am sorry. What can I do? How can I help? You tell me what you need. You want some tea?" It's the best he can do, but he's loathe to leave Rung alone like this.

Some mechs came to him like this, beaten hounds shaking and crying at the slightest touch. Too much and not enough, not knowing what they needed.

It took time- and patience.

"I'm sorry you ain't never got an apology, neither. But that ain't here nor there. You will never be hurt again, not here. I know Megatron wouldn't let it happen, but I'm promisin' you, long as I got a spark goin'-

You are safe, here."

“There’s no telling what you’re gonna do when the chips are down.”

With some consideration, Rung sets a single explosive charge on the table across from Terminus. He is careful not to let it roll out of his fingers.

“There are 2,600 of these marbles,” the Ornament says, his voice soft in the dim light of the meeting room. “They have a shelf life of two and a half vorn, undisturbed. There is no fuse; they are designed to shatter and ignite on contact when thrown. One is enough to blow open a standard, Council-approved blast door, or in a pinch, make a new one through a wall. Two could shatter a transparashield.”

His oculars go opaque as he tilts his helm.

“You may not know what I’ll be doing, but I know what you’ll be doing.”

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Terminus is made uncomfortable by the bombs, but.. maybe not for the reason Rung thinks. He's no strange to weapon, and being prepared, ain't nothin' wrong with that. But these, these little marble bombs, they aren't shoot to warn, they aren't one quick pot shot. They're a one and done weapon meant to destroy.

He can't imagine, what Rung has been through, that makes him feel like he needs that sort of destruction.

Terminus gets down on one knee with a grunt, and then the other, gentle but firm as he reaches out to Rung, to carefully take his servos, unwinding them from where Rung has hidden himself away from Terminus. Drawing him close and tucking him against his chassis.

Curling over him in a hunch, like he means to protect him. "I'm sorry. I don't rightly know what hurt you, an' it ain't my right ta ask. But I'm sorry it hurt you. ..you ever wanna talk about it, you just let me know. I got an audial, an' I got time."

“There’s no telling what you’re gonna do when the chips are down.”

With some consideration, Rung sets a single explosive charge on the table across from Terminus. He is careful not to let it roll out of his fingers.

“There are 2,600 of these marbles,” the Ornament says, his voice soft in the dim light of the meeting room. “They have a shelf life of two and a half vorn, undisturbed. There is no fuse; they are designed to shatter and ignite on contact when thrown. One is enough to blow open a standard, Council-approved blast door, or in a pinch, make a new one through a wall. Two could shatter a transparashield.”

His oculars go opaque as he tilts his helm.

“You may not know what I’ll be doing, but I know what you’ll be doing.”

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"...you know, son, I have a lot of questions, but I'm afraid of the answers."

He does hunch over as he follows, though, slightly amused by the situation, if a little bemused by the whole interaction. More Primes and Megatrons that he doesn't think he has anything to do with. He's not getting a very good picture of anything, but people saying Megatron 'shows up' does not have good connotations.

"Well. It sounds eventful, at least. Maybe you can fill me in in a little while, after explainin' ta me where we are proper. ..and maybe how I got here. I'm findin' myself in odd places, a lot."

( Bee hears something. It's the first Cybertronian in a while that he hasn't met. It makes him perk his head up and start listening. )

Terminus has been walking about for a while, but he's come to understand he's wandered somewhere else, now.

He's a bit prone to wandering, but this is getting ridiculous.

"Hullo! Anyone around to tell me where I landed, this time?"