A quick oneshot. I just wanted to practice some imagery, but ended up liking how this turned out. Hope you enjoy it. Comments and reviews would be awesome!
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Elita One tried to look away from Nemesis Prime's intense glare. His fiery, crimson optics burning deep into her. She hesitantly glanced up at him with almost guilty eyes, as if she was a misbehaved child about to be punished. And even though Elita knew she had done nothing wrong, Nemesis' unrelenting stare made her feel like she had.
"You do not know anything about me femme." His words stabbed like a dagger, and his voice practically hissed like dripping poison. Elita was on the verge of tearing up. She couldn't bear to see who she knew deep in her spark was Optimus deny so certainly, everything between them.
She tried with all the strength she had to prevent herself from completely breaking down in front of him. 'How could he have forgotten me?' The question lingered in her mind, and only caused her to want to cry more. Elita wondered What Nemesis would think of her if she did start sobbing. Would he think she was weak? He has after all so graphically proven to her his nonexistent level of compassion. Elita hoped however that if she did show her true emotions, that their love would be revived in his now cold spark. If he decided to kill her on the spot, Elita would probably accept it with open arms, because she knew she wouldn't be able to survive without her sacred bond mate.
The silence between them grew increasingly uncomfortable. Elita wasn't sure what to say. She attempted many times to speak, looking up at him and opening her mouth, only to meet his optics and turn away in fear of bursting into tears. Finally she spoke.
"I-I do know you," the rosy femme managed to whimper, but through choked words. She cursed at herself for sounding so pathetic; she was stronger than this, but as much as Elita tried, she couldn't stop her shaky voice.
"You think I don't but I do." Elita breathed out the sentence slowly, cautiously contemplating every word to prevent an unwanted reaction from Nemesis. His short temper had just an infamous reputation as his merciless slaughtering. When Nemesis didn't speak, she deemed it was safe to continue.
"I don't what Unicron did to you, O-Optimus-," saying her lover's name was enough to finally cause the tears to flow down her face, "But I know you're true spark is in there. You're not evil. I won't believe it."
Nemesis' eyebrows lowered to cover almost all of his viciously narrowed eyes. Elita cowered back knowing she probably went too far.
"You don't have to believe it, but life is full of disappointment." His once deep and regal baritone voice was now laced with an acidic tone. Elita for a brief moment had doubts that any remnants of the noble mech she loved even still existed. But she wasn't going to give up; Optimus wouldn't have.
Nemesis shifted his massive body to leave, and Elita almost fell onto her knees. She was actually surprised she lasted as long as she did without her body giving out under all the anguish. She looked down to the floor, knowing Nemesis had just ended the conversation, and was leaving her to feel the pain of his last words.
She heard the heavy sound of his footsteps pound the floor as he left, but when the walking ceased, Elita looked up both afraid and hopeful.
Nemesis turned back to face her a few steps away, "And if you ever call me Optimus again, you will join the fate of the Decepticons." With that he continued down the hall, and showed no signs of stopping or coming back to her.