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beckyh2112) wrote2006-07-23 05:23 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2006-07-23 05:23 pm
Entry tags:
31_days - Arbiter Vignette
Title: Touch-Ups
Day/Theme: July 23 'Wait for other bedtime treats'
Series: G1 Transformers
Character/Pairing: Arbiter/Wrench, Lacquer
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Wrench belongs to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dunmurderin and is used with permission. This takes place very early in the Great War, in the same general time period as the past in "War Dawn".
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Lacquer really didn't understand what Arbiter saw in Wrench, but he was smart enough not to ask Arbiter about the matter. People who did ask Arbiter tended to get scathing replies about their own unattractiveness; the little motorcycle still had that sharp, silver way with words that cut your self to ribbons and made you love him for the way he said it. Not even sleeping with such an arrogant boor like Wrench changed that. Frag, not even whatever event had caused him to retire from the public scene changed that.
The Decepticon conquest of Cybertron also didn't seem to be having much effect on Arbiter, either. The rest of the planet at least halfway paid attention to it, but the art-lord disdained it just as much as he had any other bit of politics.
All things considered, Megatron's little war was having a better effect on Lacquer than anything previous in his life. He was a strange sort of painter, preferring to work with energon and lubricants rather than the standard pigments and enamels. Adding the purple symbol to his paintjob just meant the needle jet got to make the art he wanted to make.
Arbiter still called on him to touch up the swirls and curves of the painted brindle pattern he wore, even knowing Lacquer's current mediums. The needle-jet, after all, was one of the few painters who would deign to use brushes for that sort of work.
Right now, Arbiter stood with his arms out while Lacquer labored over his shoulder-pieces. Wrench had stormed out the moment he came in, muttering something about working someplace where he wouldn't be bothering anyone. Arbiter just shook his head and called after him that he would like to see Wrench's new designs in the holotank after his paint was fixed.
That seemed to make Wrench happier. Lacquer had suffered through Arbiter's criticism before, and no idea why anyone would be happy at the prospect of letting the motorcycle look at their own art.
Then again, he'd never seen a holotank in their apartment, and the only room he hadn't poked his head into was-
-the bedroom.
Lacquer really had no idea what Arbiter saw in Wrench, and he didn't want to.
Day/Theme: July 23 'Wait for other bedtime treats'
Series: G1 Transformers
Character/Pairing: Arbiter/Wrench, Lacquer
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Wrench belongs to
dunmurderin and is used with permission. This takes place very early in the Great War, in the same general time period as the past in "War Dawn".---
Lacquer really didn't understand what Arbiter saw in Wrench, but he was smart enough not to ask Arbiter about the matter. People who did ask Arbiter tended to get scathing replies about their own unattractiveness; the little motorcycle still had that sharp, silver way with words that cut your self to ribbons and made you love him for the way he said it. Not even sleeping with such an arrogant boor like Wrench changed that. Frag, not even whatever event had caused him to retire from the public scene changed that.
The Decepticon conquest of Cybertron also didn't seem to be having much effect on Arbiter, either. The rest of the planet at least halfway paid attention to it, but the art-lord disdained it just as much as he had any other bit of politics.
All things considered, Megatron's little war was having a better effect on Lacquer than anything previous in his life. He was a strange sort of painter, preferring to work with energon and lubricants rather than the standard pigments and enamels. Adding the purple symbol to his paintjob just meant the needle jet got to make the art he wanted to make.
Arbiter still called on him to touch up the swirls and curves of the painted brindle pattern he wore, even knowing Lacquer's current mediums. The needle-jet, after all, was one of the few painters who would deign to use brushes for that sort of work.
Right now, Arbiter stood with his arms out while Lacquer labored over his shoulder-pieces. Wrench had stormed out the moment he came in, muttering something about working someplace where he wouldn't be bothering anyone. Arbiter just shook his head and called after him that he would like to see Wrench's new designs in the holotank after his paint was fixed.
That seemed to make Wrench happier. Lacquer had suffered through Arbiter's criticism before, and no idea why anyone would be happy at the prospect of letting the motorcycle look at their own art.
Then again, he'd never seen a holotank in their apartment, and the only room he hadn't poked his head into was-
-the bedroom.
Lacquer really had no idea what Arbiter saw in Wrench, and he didn't want to.
Hee!
Dun.
Re: Hee!