“Hello, little one. I thought it was you. I’ve changed frames, but I don’t care. The loneliness in the lines of your face– I’d know that pain anywhere.”
The big, orange bot’s expression was tender if his words were sardonic; he held out a hand, optics filled with the burning need to comfort and shelter– everything Wheelie had craved during the long vorns alone on Quintessa.
“Y-you intend to be a friend?” he stammered as he put his hand out, hesitantly, into the familiar bot’s, fitting like a glove.
***
I cheated a little, but I figure one stanza can roughly equal one sentence. It is Wheelie(mus), after all.
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Date: 2013-03-30 12:17 pm (UTC)***
“Hello, little one. I thought it was you.
I’ve changed frames, but I don’t care.
The loneliness in the lines of your face–
I’d know that pain anywhere.”
The big, orange bot’s expression was tender if his words were sardonic; he held out a hand, optics filled with the burning need to comfort and shelter– everything Wheelie had craved during the long vorns alone on Quintessa.
“Y-you intend to be a friend?” he stammered as he put his hand out, hesitantly, into the familiar bot’s, fitting like a glove.
***
I cheated a little, but I figure one stanza can roughly equal one sentence. It is Wheelie(mus), after all.
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Date: 2013-03-30 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-30 02:48 pm (UTC)