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rebecky_mo) wrote2011-08-07 11:22 pm
rebecky_mo) wrote2011-08-07 11:22 pm
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Moar Tracks/Raoul Arts and Drabble (Not Worksafe!)
Yep, these two are officially in the penthouse of Fandom Apartments right now.
If you aren't into Transformers fandom, these likely won't interest you. XD
Did this one back in June (why I didn't put it here? Dunno.)
Plus, a drabble to go with it (full fic to eventually follow)
Raoul blinked and opened his eyes slowly; they were still protesting against the sudden brilliant light that cut through the dark, decrepit garage. Finally, his vision adjusted, and he was able to look directly at the source of the blue-white light. To be honest, he'd kinda been expecting a pair of giant Double-A batteries or somethin'. But this?
If he were a book-smart kinda guy, he'd probably be able to describe it with a bunch of flowery words, all poetic-like and stuff. He watched as sparks of neon white lightning flickered through and around a blueish sphere of...electricity? Light? Both? It pulsed excitedly, belying anything Tracks' might try to say about being 'perfectly fine'. He could swear his own heart was beating along to the rhythm.
Jesus.
This was Tracks' heart. His freakin' soul, for God's sake.
His spark.
With lightning speed, the latino boy leaned away from Tracks' chest and quickly tugged off his worn leather gloves, tossing them over to lay on the Autobot's thigh. As an afterthought, the brown leather jacket followed. No way in hell he was going to touch something so... important (beautiful), with those dirty, ratty gloves on his hands.
Plus, he was starting to feel a little warm, November nights be damned.
Now feeling a bit more comfortable, Raoul carefully shuffled forward on the lowered Corvette cab, feeling the robotic body stiffen slightly as he placed a hand alongside the spark chamber for balance. He was barely a foot away from his alien friend's spark. It'd be so easy to just lift his hand and touch...
A light weight suddenly pressed against his back; Tracks' hand was curled against him. Not pushing him forward, nor pulling him away. Just there. Raoul couldn't help shivering a little at the touch.
Book-smart or not, the New York punk wasn't stupid; not even close to it, really. He knew this would change everything.
"Th-this really isn't necessary, you know. Given a few days, the energy will eventually dissipate on it's own, and--"
"An' you'll be sufferin' from 'blue bolts' the whole damn time, messin' up your systems an' everything." Damn that bastard Soundwave. If he ever got his shot at that Decepticreep...penche bastardo. "Shut up."
He also knew part of him was hoping things would change.
The next protest was barely audible to humans ears, even at this close range; "Raoul...you don't have to do this."
Hope was a new thing for him.
"I know."
Raoul reached out to the light.
Aaaand this one's from a prompt I put up at tfanonkink, prompt being tattoo's/piercings. Return Giftart.
I give up understanding what makes me love a pairing. I'm just here for the ride. *buckles in*
If you aren't into Transformers fandom, these likely won't interest you. XD
Did this one back in June (why I didn't put it here? Dunno.)
Plus, a drabble to go with it (full fic to eventually follow)
Raoul blinked and opened his eyes slowly; they were still protesting against the sudden brilliant light that cut through the dark, decrepit garage. Finally, his vision adjusted, and he was able to look directly at the source of the blue-white light. To be honest, he'd kinda been expecting a pair of giant Double-A batteries or somethin'. But this?
If he were a book-smart kinda guy, he'd probably be able to describe it with a bunch of flowery words, all poetic-like and stuff. He watched as sparks of neon white lightning flickered through and around a blueish sphere of...electricity? Light? Both? It pulsed excitedly, belying anything Tracks' might try to say about being 'perfectly fine'. He could swear his own heart was beating along to the rhythm.
Jesus.
This was Tracks' heart. His freakin' soul, for God's sake.
His spark.
With lightning speed, the latino boy leaned away from Tracks' chest and quickly tugged off his worn leather gloves, tossing them over to lay on the Autobot's thigh. As an afterthought, the brown leather jacket followed. No way in hell he was going to touch something so... important (beautiful), with those dirty, ratty gloves on his hands.
Plus, he was starting to feel a little warm, November nights be damned.
Now feeling a bit more comfortable, Raoul carefully shuffled forward on the lowered Corvette cab, feeling the robotic body stiffen slightly as he placed a hand alongside the spark chamber for balance. He was barely a foot away from his alien friend's spark. It'd be so easy to just lift his hand and touch...
A light weight suddenly pressed against his back; Tracks' hand was curled against him. Not pushing him forward, nor pulling him away. Just there. Raoul couldn't help shivering a little at the touch.
Book-smart or not, the New York punk wasn't stupid; not even close to it, really. He knew this would change everything.
"Th-this really isn't necessary, you know. Given a few days, the energy will eventually dissipate on it's own, and--"
"An' you'll be sufferin' from 'blue bolts' the whole damn time, messin' up your systems an' everything." Damn that bastard Soundwave. If he ever got his shot at that Decepticreep...penche bastardo. "Shut up."
He also knew part of him was hoping things would change.
The next protest was barely audible to humans ears, even at this close range; "Raoul...you don't have to do this."
Hope was a new thing for him.
"I know."
Raoul reached out to the light.
Aaaand this one's from a prompt I put up at tfanonkink, prompt being tattoo's/piercings. Return Giftart.
I give up understanding what makes me love a pairing. I'm just here for the ride. *buckles in*
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Lovely drabble. :)
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