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[#223] Iacon Sky (Transformers)
Theme Prompt: 223 - Sunrise
Title: Iacon Sky
Fandom: Transformers
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: No
Word Count: 961
Summary: Quiet moments to watch a sunrise are few and far between in the Autobot army.
Sunrise meant less in a city that never truly slept. Dawn made the contrast between Iacon's bright lights and shadowed streets a little less dramatic, but the city never really got dark enough for the shift from night to day to be particularly obvious; the colors shifted as the sun came up, but the ambient light didn't.
Six months ago, that had been a lot to adjust to after months on the less-populated plains. These days, Lancer thought she would probably miss it when they inevitably transferred somewhere else; if nothing else, it made night patrol a lot more pleasant. Sometimes she missed the stars, but the convenience of not having to use chassis lights outweighed it when she wasn't feeling nostalgic.
Greenlight draped an arm around Lancer's shoulders. "Wanna grab a drink, watch the sunrise?"
"It's 0530," Lancer said, trying to sound dry. From the way Greenlight grinned at her, she hadn't succeeded. "Someone's going to think we have a problem."
"Us and everyone else on night shift." Greenlight nudged her lightly, EM field drawing Lancer's gaze in the direction of the base's bar; sure enough, it was half-full. Not bad numbers for 0530 in the morning. "We could pretend we're watching the sunset, if you want."
Lancer laughed. "All right, all right - no need to ask me twice." It did sound nice. It wasn't a date - "grabbing a drink after work" didn't count as a date unless previously discussed, as far as she was concerned - but the base bar made decent energon mixes, and it wasn't like they had a lot of shared time off. For some reason, Autobot Command didn't take 'my girlfriend and I want a night off' into account when scheduling duty shifts.
They took their drinks to the rooftop seating area, where it was bright enough Lancer had to drop her optical shields but there were plenty of free seats. Greenlight sprawled comfortably in her preferred corner seat, and Lancer settled beside her with her feet kicked up on the bench; across from them, vivid color expanded across the horizon, pre-dawn red and gold and pink against gray. "You were right. This is nice."
"Iacon's got a good skyline for sunrises. Back when I was in school and this was just a plaza, I used to come up here for late-night study."
"I can see why." Even in the bright light, it was a nice view, the city dropping away into the distance. "Was it this bright, back then?"
"Not all the time." There was something wistful in Greenlight's voice. "The city used to shut down a little more at night. Not completely – it was still pretty bright downtown – but up here they'd shut down the lights. They had these little –" She gestured to the lights overhead. "They'd string little tiny lights between those. Just enough you could see where you were going without your headlights on, not enough to make the whole place feel like day."
"Sounds romantic," Lancer teased. Greenlight's EM field flared in a luminous little blush.
"Well, you know – it wasn't – I was a student, I didn't have that much time for –"
"No, not even one teensy little date? Come on, I know the population of the Iacon Archaeometric Academy wasn't entirely oblivious to you."
"Now you're just trying to make me blush." Greenlight poked her lightly with a foot, engine revving slightly in embarrassed amusement. Lancer grinned; it was true. Not much flustered Greenlight anymore, which was a shame, but ex-girlfriends always did.
"Hey, maybe I'm scoping out anniversary ideas. You never know."
"Some mechs might say you shouldn't get anniversary ideas from your girlfriend's ex." Greenlight entirely failed to sound stern. "Besides, our anniversary isn’t for months, and I don't think they put up the lights anymore."
It certainly didn't look like it, and Lancer thought that even if they did, they probably wouldn't be visible. Still, it was a nice thought. "Maybe someday, after the war ends. We could come back. Make a whole weekend of it."
As if in answer to that thought, smoke trailed up over the horizon, smudges of black against pink and gold. It wasn't much – it could have been nothing more than a few pockets of unrefined energon, set off by a stray spark or three – but it chilled Lancer’s spark all the same.
Nova Cronum suburbs, she thought automatically. East side, could be –
She cut the thought off there. Off-duty. She was off-duty, and it wasn’t hers to deal with.
But by the look in Greenlight’s optics, they’d had the same thought.
"We could –" Greenlight visibly cut herself off, scooting over to lean against Lancer's shoulder. Lancer wrapped an arm around her, drink forgotten on the table. "Doesn’t matter. The patrols will get it."
The sun rose, turning the sky from gold to blue-white, brilliant light blotting out the shadow of the smoke. If Lancer squinted a little, she could pretend it wasn't there at all.
"Look, we'll – even if Iacon never puts them back up, we’ll find somewhere." It was a dangerous promise to make, but – no, Lancer told herself, no. She wasn’t even going to think it. They would have a chance, someday. "Even if I have to find a roof with a nice view and put up the little lights myself. Though you're going to have to tell me what they look like, or at least send me a picture. Deal?"
"Deal." Greenlight rested her head on Lancer's shoulder, and Lancer rested her face against the top of Greenlight's helm. Below them, the city brightened, colors softening and silhouettes sharpening into the usual day-cycle view. Morning announcements echoed over the PA system, day-shift getting up and rolling. "I’ll hold you to it."
Title: Iacon Sky
Fandom: Transformers
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: No
Word Count: 961
Summary: Quiet moments to watch a sunrise are few and far between in the Autobot army.
Sunrise meant less in a city that never truly slept. Dawn made the contrast between Iacon's bright lights and shadowed streets a little less dramatic, but the city never really got dark enough for the shift from night to day to be particularly obvious; the colors shifted as the sun came up, but the ambient light didn't.
Six months ago, that had been a lot to adjust to after months on the less-populated plains. These days, Lancer thought she would probably miss it when they inevitably transferred somewhere else; if nothing else, it made night patrol a lot more pleasant. Sometimes she missed the stars, but the convenience of not having to use chassis lights outweighed it when she wasn't feeling nostalgic.
Greenlight draped an arm around Lancer's shoulders. "Wanna grab a drink, watch the sunrise?"
"It's 0530," Lancer said, trying to sound dry. From the way Greenlight grinned at her, she hadn't succeeded. "Someone's going to think we have a problem."
"Us and everyone else on night shift." Greenlight nudged her lightly, EM field drawing Lancer's gaze in the direction of the base's bar; sure enough, it was half-full. Not bad numbers for 0530 in the morning. "We could pretend we're watching the sunset, if you want."
Lancer laughed. "All right, all right - no need to ask me twice." It did sound nice. It wasn't a date - "grabbing a drink after work" didn't count as a date unless previously discussed, as far as she was concerned - but the base bar made decent energon mixes, and it wasn't like they had a lot of shared time off. For some reason, Autobot Command didn't take 'my girlfriend and I want a night off' into account when scheduling duty shifts.
They took their drinks to the rooftop seating area, where it was bright enough Lancer had to drop her optical shields but there were plenty of free seats. Greenlight sprawled comfortably in her preferred corner seat, and Lancer settled beside her with her feet kicked up on the bench; across from them, vivid color expanded across the horizon, pre-dawn red and gold and pink against gray. "You were right. This is nice."
"Iacon's got a good skyline for sunrises. Back when I was in school and this was just a plaza, I used to come up here for late-night study."
"I can see why." Even in the bright light, it was a nice view, the city dropping away into the distance. "Was it this bright, back then?"
"Not all the time." There was something wistful in Greenlight's voice. "The city used to shut down a little more at night. Not completely – it was still pretty bright downtown – but up here they'd shut down the lights. They had these little –" She gestured to the lights overhead. "They'd string little tiny lights between those. Just enough you could see where you were going without your headlights on, not enough to make the whole place feel like day."
"Sounds romantic," Lancer teased. Greenlight's EM field flared in a luminous little blush.
"Well, you know – it wasn't – I was a student, I didn't have that much time for –"
"No, not even one teensy little date? Come on, I know the population of the Iacon Archaeometric Academy wasn't entirely oblivious to you."
"Now you're just trying to make me blush." Greenlight poked her lightly with a foot, engine revving slightly in embarrassed amusement. Lancer grinned; it was true. Not much flustered Greenlight anymore, which was a shame, but ex-girlfriends always did.
"Hey, maybe I'm scoping out anniversary ideas. You never know."
"Some mechs might say you shouldn't get anniversary ideas from your girlfriend's ex." Greenlight entirely failed to sound stern. "Besides, our anniversary isn’t for months, and I don't think they put up the lights anymore."
It certainly didn't look like it, and Lancer thought that even if they did, they probably wouldn't be visible. Still, it was a nice thought. "Maybe someday, after the war ends. We could come back. Make a whole weekend of it."
As if in answer to that thought, smoke trailed up over the horizon, smudges of black against pink and gold. It wasn't much – it could have been nothing more than a few pockets of unrefined energon, set off by a stray spark or three – but it chilled Lancer’s spark all the same.
Nova Cronum suburbs, she thought automatically. East side, could be –
She cut the thought off there. Off-duty. She was off-duty, and it wasn’t hers to deal with.
But by the look in Greenlight’s optics, they’d had the same thought.
"We could –" Greenlight visibly cut herself off, scooting over to lean against Lancer's shoulder. Lancer wrapped an arm around her, drink forgotten on the table. "Doesn’t matter. The patrols will get it."
The sun rose, turning the sky from gold to blue-white, brilliant light blotting out the shadow of the smoke. If Lancer squinted a little, she could pretend it wasn't there at all.
"Look, we'll – even if Iacon never puts them back up, we’ll find somewhere." It was a dangerous promise to make, but – no, Lancer told herself, no. She wasn’t even going to think it. They would have a chance, someday. "Even if I have to find a roof with a nice view and put up the little lights myself. Though you're going to have to tell me what they look like, or at least send me a picture. Deal?"
"Deal." Greenlight rested her head on Lancer's shoulder, and Lancer rested her face against the top of Greenlight's helm. Below them, the city brightened, colors softening and silhouettes sharpening into the usual day-cycle view. Morning announcements echoed over the PA system, day-shift getting up and rolling. "I’ll hold you to it."