#8 - Karte 1 / Joker (Lächeln)
Jul. 31st, 2011 12:47 pmTitle: Unfamiliar
Team: Joplin
Challenge: Karte 1, Joker [Lächeln] (fürs Team)
Warnings: not beta read, implies slash, fluff
Fandom/Continuity: Transformers SG Disillusion AU
Characters/Pairing: G1!Blast Off, Vortex
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing is mine.
Summary: Blast Off still needs to get used to this other Vortex…
Note: Awww... nice!Vortex is so adorable. ._.
Unfamiliar
Blast Off sat at the desk in his improvised quarters. And even if it did have a lock, apparently every mech in this base knew the code, and Vortex could come and go as he pleased.
Right then, Vortex lay on his front on the berth, arms crossed under his head, visor pointing at Blast Off. As long as the ‘copter was quiet, it was acceptable, the only unnerving fact was the staring which caused the shuttle to growl quietly.
“What are you looking at?” Blast Off glanced up from his datapad at the other, whose visor flickered for an astrosecond.
“You.” Was Vortex’ simple answer, the tone unfamiliar and nothing like the Vortex of his dimension. Though, slowly, Blast Off learnt that this, the flickering optics and this particular tone could indicate the other grinning this odd smile the shuttle wasn’t used to.
“Hmpf,” Blast Off huffed. “Obviously you do. Why?”
“Because I like how you look. That’s why I like looking at you.”
The shuttle frowned. Yes, the edge in the voice made it clear. Behind the battle mask, the other was definitely smiling.
Blast Off shifted uncomfortably on his chair. He still had to learn how to cope with that…
Team: Joplin
Challenge: Karte 1, Joker [Lächeln] (fürs Team)
Warnings: not beta read, implies slash, fluff
Fandom/Continuity: Transformers SG Disillusion AU
Characters/Pairing: G1!Blast Off, Vortex
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing is mine.
Summary: Blast Off still needs to get used to this other Vortex…
Note: Awww... nice!Vortex is so adorable. ._.
Unfamiliar
Blast Off sat at the desk in his improvised quarters. And even if it did have a lock, apparently every mech in this base knew the code, and Vortex could come and go as he pleased.
Right then, Vortex lay on his front on the berth, arms crossed under his head, visor pointing at Blast Off. As long as the ‘copter was quiet, it was acceptable, the only unnerving fact was the staring which caused the shuttle to growl quietly.
“What are you looking at?” Blast Off glanced up from his datapad at the other, whose visor flickered for an astrosecond.
“You.” Was Vortex’ simple answer, the tone unfamiliar and nothing like the Vortex of his dimension. Though, slowly, Blast Off learnt that this, the flickering optics and this particular tone could indicate the other grinning this odd smile the shuttle wasn’t used to.
“Hmpf,” Blast Off huffed. “Obviously you do. Why?”
“Because I like how you look. That’s why I like looking at you.”
The shuttle frowned. Yes, the edge in the voice made it clear. Behind the battle mask, the other was definitely smiling.
Blast Off shifted uncomfortably on his chair. He still had to learn how to cope with that…