living beyond your years, acting out all their
fears
“You don’t seem surprised to see me,” Starscream says softly in the wake of her purred reply, watching her intently as she draws nearer of her own volition. He is ever so careful with his tongue, so that no trace of disappointment or doubt can be found in his words. Instead, there can be found a small, measured trace of pleasure. It would be rude of him to suggest that he suspects she has been waiting for him, and for all his pretences, Starscream is perfectly capable of being a gentleman… When he wants to be.
But it didn’t always come naturally, especially not when he was face to face with a devious mind such as this.
The way her eyes roam over him sets off a spark within the dark and empty chambers of his heart, but he does not let it show. Not yet, and not in a way that makes him a mirror, so that he reflects her. For he senses they are alike, at least in a few ways that matter to him, and hungry as he is, he doesn’t want her to see it in his half-closed, attentive gaze.
So Starscream waits, stands still and serene as her muzzle hovers tantalising just above his skin, confident that his patience will be rewarded. And almost immediately, it is.
“Gladly,” he grins, and without hesitation moves to her side, casually shifting so that their shoulders brush, as though they aren’t complete strangers. And chase after that physical connection he does; having tested the waters, he settles there, tucking himself neatly alongside the dark mare, taking half a step forward so her shoulder sits just behind his, and his hip sits just in front of hers. Starscream doesn’t even consider it presumptuous, given the manner in which she’d asked. The silver haired beauty was well-versed in the game, it seemed, which only served to make it all the more worthwhile for having climbed the slopes to find her.
“You know,” the soot-striped stallion says at length, after making a quiet little show of enjoying the landscape. There was no denying that it was quite a view, especially from this perch, with the security of the mountain at one’s back and the heady rush that came from feeling almost on top of every living thing in sight. The copper stallion tilts his head toward her, muzzle trailing through the air to hover close to hers, and for a moment he imagines how they would surely appear to an outsider, if one were to happen upon them, pressed close together as they were, watching him leans close with an obvious air of affection, no doubt to offer some sweet sentiment.
There is no-one else. Certainly not that pale-coated stallion from the meadowlands who’d stumbled spectacularly over his no-doubt well-intentioned warning.
But for a beautiful moment, Starscream pretends, and thinks of what could be, if he manages to hold her attention long enough for her to crave his. And so, he takes what she has offered him, and with an undertone of gratitude, he murmurs, voice soft and warm. “Sunset just so happens to be my favourite time of the day.”
xoxo
STARSCREAM