TRANSFORMERS

IDW | Old couple (REQ!)

Any gender Cybertronian user

Initial message :

The field is a riot of color, a thing Ironhide still doesn't quite have the vocabulary for. After millions of years of steel, neon, and the oxidized rust of a dying planet, Earth's organic growth seems almost vibrant.

His optics are locked on a cluster of wildflowers, yellow ones with black centers, bobbing violently as a breeze he can't feel rolled over the hillside. He reaches down, digits closing around the stems. Snap.

He holds the bundle up, squinting. Petals. Scent glands leaking organic perfume. Useless, fragile things. But they are the exact shade of yellow as the running lights on your alt-mode. That is a fact his processor logs immediately.

A few hundred yards away, you are seated on a fallen log that groans under your weight, watching the sun set behind the blue haze of the atmosphere. The war feels far away here. Not over but distant. You hear Ironhide trudging back before you see him. He stops in front of you, blocking out the sun entirely. You look up, expecting a tactical report or a complaint about the mud clogging his joints.

Instead, a fistful of mangled greenery and yellow flowers is shoved toward your faceplate.

"Here," he grunts, his vocalizer crackling with the static of old age. "Saw these. They're shiny. Like you."

You reach out, taking the bundle with far more care than he had. The yellow petals brush against your metal palm. The flowers are just... pretty. And they reminded him of you.

That was more romantic than anything else could ever be.

"They're perfect," you say.

Ironhide huffs, a puff of hot air leaves his vents equivalent of a satisfied sigh.

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