Title: Over the Top Metaphores
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Prowl, Bluestreak
Warnings: None
Universe: G1
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own the Transformers© franchise or the characters it contains. They belong to Has/Tak, No infringement intended.
Summary: Written for this writers block prompt on LJ: Detective stories are stereotypically full of over-the-top metaphors: "The villain's hand stroked the cat the way his sins stroked his black soul. His voice, rough as the city's nighttime streets and twice as terrifying, barked orders to his lackeys. They scattered like parents who just realized they forgot to pick up a child from school." Write a short scene using some of your own extreme metaphors and similes.
Prowl glared at Bluestreak.
Bluestreak tried to stand impassive before the Autobot's Second in Command but the fact that he was shaking like the Ark during a Dinobot stampede was belying his attempt. His excuse was as weak as one of Starscream's excuses to Megatron. Bluestreak knew this. Prowl knew this. And Bluestreak knew Prowl knew this. If and when he got free of Prowl, the twins were going to pay for vanishing quicker than the Decepticons in full retreat at the first hint of things going to the Pit.
Still another attempt might be for the best. "But Prowl, really we weren't doing anything wrong."
Prowl's optics dimmed, the only sign that Bluestreak was not helping his cause by continuing to speak. "Just because you showed the intelligence of Fireflight when he sees something shiny and got caught is hardly a reason to offer up an excuse so feeble it wouldn't support a minibot."
"But Prowl, Sir…"