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Series: Transformers
Title: The Fair Folk (of Praxus) 01
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Summary: "So," Jazz lingered in the doorway, wrestling with the last bit of his nerve. "You're a...fairy?"
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimers: I do not own Transformers. This is written purely for fun.
“So,” Jazz lingered in the doorway, wrestling with the last bit of his nerve. “You’re a...fairy?”
Prowl, for his part, did not look surprised or concerned with Jazz blocking his only exit. Prowl should have known he would come looking for answers. Especially after the cluster-frag of a night he had.
“No,” Prowl said after a long pause. “I am not.”
“Uh-huh.” The artificial light overhead caught on the edges of Prowl’s plating like a magnetic field. Silverfly wings and honeycomb kibble pixelating in and out of sensor range. Prowl looked both too big and too small standing there in the office. The weird overlay actually made him kind of nauseous... “Sure look like one.”
Those wings didn’t so much as twitch, but Jazz liked to think the pause that followed was offended. Good, that’s what he got for being an evasive aft.
Prowl brushed some invisible dust(??) off of his shoulder. It swirled and spun in a way nothing Jazz had ever seen, before popping like a firecracker. Jazz snapped back to see Prowl watching him intently.
“I imagine that you are seeing a lot of different things now.”
Title: The Fair Folk (of Praxus) 01
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Summary: "So," Jazz lingered in the doorway, wrestling with the last bit of his nerve. "You're a...fairy?"
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimers: I do not own Transformers. This is written purely for fun.
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“So,” Jazz lingered in the doorway, wrestling with the last bit of his nerve. “You’re a...fairy?”
Prowl, for his part, did not look surprised or concerned with Jazz blocking his only exit. Prowl should have known he would come looking for answers. Especially after the cluster-frag of a night he had.
“No,” Prowl said after a long pause. “I am not.”
“Uh-huh.” The artificial light overhead caught on the edges of Prowl’s plating like a magnetic field. Silverfly wings and honeycomb kibble pixelating in and out of sensor range. Prowl looked both too big and too small standing there in the office. The weird overlay actually made him kind of nauseous... “Sure look like one.”
Those wings didn’t so much as twitch, but Jazz liked to think the pause that followed was offended. Good, that’s what he got for being an evasive aft.
Prowl brushed some invisible dust(??) off of his shoulder. It swirled and spun in a way nothing Jazz had ever seen, before popping like a firecracker. Jazz snapped back to see Prowl watching him intently.
“I imagine that you are seeing a lot of different things now.”
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