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I am not giving into this.

YOU

You are ESPECIALLY BANNED

Torture is in his name and that was Tormentor’s game for many ages. Originally sparked in Tyrest, the Senate came to discover that he could be a threat given his size and his outlier ability. So, they kept him underground, trying to keep him dependent on them and be useful for their needs. However, another outlier mech remained with him. Tormentor would dub him as his ‘brother’ and together, they managed to escape the senate.

War came along and Tormentor joined up with the Decepticons enthusiastically to demolish the senate. In this, he found his knack in torture, delighting in the suffering he could give others. It became an addiction for him, and unintentionally caused him and his brother to fall apart. Nevertheless, he pursued until he was called to fight in the field. This is where he met Grifter, who finally begun to turn him from a sadistic, quick-tempered hot head, to a bit more of a social mech.

In time, Grifter left the war and Tormentor was transferred to a station out in space known as The Lament. Not much is ever spoken about The Lament as Tormentor tries to ignore them. However, it is known that they were the ones that allowed him to have his current crew. (Aside from Disaster and Lieutenant who were added on.)

Since then, which has been near 2,200+ years, Tormentor has worked on being a good leader and person. Attempting to smother his lust from his youth and focus on the joys of the life around him, even in the midst of war.

Lieutenant wasn’t always serious and stuffy. In fact, long before the war, he was someone else entirely. His original identity was as a Towermech, nobility. Due to the negative nature surrounding nobles, unfortunate events that occurred during his youth, the disappearance of a dear family member, and poor choices that were made in terror, he keeps it all a secret. However, because he doesn’t talk about it, he never allows himself to heal from the harm. Let alone delight in those fond memories of the past before everything went downhill. A mix of shame, guilt, and self-hatred bottled up inside behind his stoic mask.

As a matter of fact, there is little history Lieutenant discloses to anyone. None of the crew really knew who he was. Although, he does have an interest in the Autobot, Prowl. In fact, he seems to have a lot of knowledge as to the inner workings of the Autobots. Hm. He does work primarily in infiltration though.

YOU

You are ESPECIALLY BANNED

“You’re back.” Tormentor comments with relief, as he steps into the wash racks to greet his right-hand mech. (Who is actually left-handed but Lieutenant won’t let him mix up the term.) The avian doesn’t spare a glance at his Commander, opting to finish scrubbing off the layer of paint that hides his freckled frame.

Lieutenant tries to open up, but all he can do is reset his vocals to try to keep to his monotone. He can’t manage it. Optics avoid Tormentor every move he makes, which means something went south.

The grounder looked over at the smaller mech, he knows him well enough to know something is off. The question is, whether or not he’ll open up about it. Tormentor hates that the moment something goes south, Lieutenant withdraws into himself. He doesn’t allow himself to express and deal with any hurt. He slaps that façade on and pretends nothing phases him.

“It’s okay,” Tormentor rests hand on the avian’s helm, gently petting it, “I’m sure you did everything you could.”

“No.” Lieutenant answers, his voice straining not to crack, “I am not enough.”

He shuts off the wash and steps around his Commander to flap his wings free of the water before heading out. Tormentor reaches out to grab him, but pauses before he can lay another hand on him. Does he really keep pushing this? Perhaps he should let this one go. It’s going to be swept under the rug, just like every other incident that happens until it eats the mech alive and he’s on the floor, passed out from stress or grief. 

No, no he can’t let it get that far. 

“Lieutenant, please,” Tormentor urges, worry clearly carrying through his tone, “At least just stay with me, even if you don’t want to talk. I just want to be here for you like you are for me.”

Lieutenant does pause, his frame beginning to tremble when he does. It reminds him of what he was saying to the spark, how he pleaded. That feeling when they slipped away from him, when the bond broke. He couldn’t turn around and admit to what happened, he rashly bonded and lost a connection with a spark he didn’t even know.

He stood there, shaking, trying to collect himself, trying to keep things together until Tormentor came up beside him, offering out his hand. Lieutenant didn’t take it, he thrust himself against his Commander’s burying his face into him. He refuses to cry, but he doubts he’ll be able to hold back for much longer. 

“It’s okay to let it out however you want,” Tormentor assures as he embraces him, rubbing his back to help sooth him, “I’m here. I’ll be with you as long as you need.”

@heligooddeals proceeds to hang up the call.

(Just something I forgot to post here. Happy belated Valentine's day)