Okay, so there are two things on here that I ya need ta know.
Lilleth: a beautiful fragile avian creature made out of glass and its eggs are also fairly fragile.
Yggdrasill: the tree of life and holder of the nine realms in Norse mythology, but, in the Transformers universes, it is a powerful, massive tree in one of the many planets Cybertron knows of, and has direct control of all its vegetation. The name means 'tree of power' in Norse-Thor would be proud.
Shockwave stands in his apartment living room, currently looking through all the pictures he and Blur took together. After he revealed himself to Blur, they left early saying their own unconvincing excuses to different superiors to then meet each other at Longarm's apartment for the chance to know each other all over again, but this time, bereaved of deceit. Shockwave admires the many pictures they have taken, from the first few solar cycles as a couple to some in their more recent days. He stops browsing through his monitor at the sight of one he holds most dear.
The picture was taken during the first stellar cycles they have been courting, it was taken after they went on their sixteenth date out at a simple cafe. Blur is nestled from behind by Longarm, and it was at that very time frame they had their first kiss. Such an enchanting marvel it had been, the sound of chatter, the sounds of plates both empty and full, the laughter, the light. Such revelry and mirth in that one moment that he had forgotten Megatron, the Elite Guard, even his self, at that moment he just was. His sirenic Blur captivated him, he became entranced in the blitheness and adoringly enfolded his beau from behind. He asked a passerby to take a photo and offered the small plate of glass with cyan readings, the passerby agreed to take the picture for them, as they adjusted for a moment Blur looked to Longarm. Longarm, with Blur so close to his face, saw an opportunity-and joyously took it. Their smiling optics closed as their soft lips greeted each other in content.
Shockwave feels his spark flutter gently in his chassis as he looks at the Blur in the picture, and he cosseted a susurration as he thought out loud to himself.
"You speak yet you say nothing, what of that? Two of the fairest stars in all the cosmos, having some business, do entreat your optics, to shine brightly in their spheres till they return. What if your optics were there, they in your head? The brightness of your cheek-plates would shame those stars, as daylight does a lamp; your optics in the welkin, would through the airy region stream so bright that lilleths would sing and think it was not night. Oh, that I was a glove upon that servo, that I might touch that cheek-plate!"
Blur sighs and leans onto the stool of his window, watching the citizens of Vector Sigma go about their business. He strolls over to the mirror with smooth, swift strides and looked at himself, then let his optics go down to his Elite Guard insignia.
"Oh, Longarm...Shockwave. Why-do-you-have-to-be-a-Decepticon? Please, deny-your-fraction-and-refuse-your-affiliation; Or, if-you-won't, be-but-sworn-my-love, and-I'll-no-longer-be-an-Autobot. It's-but-your-fraction-that-is-my-enemy. What-is-a-Decepticon," sighs Blur as the tips of his digits brush over the insignia, for only now is it the bane of his grief "it-is-not-a-servo, or-a-ped, not-an-arm, or-face-plate, or-any-other-part-belonging-to-a-bot. Oh-please, be-some-other! What's-in-a-faction? That-which-we-call-Yggdrasill, by-any-other-name-would-be-just-as-life-giving; So-Shockwave-would, were-he-not-Shockwave, retain-that-dear-perfection-which-he-owes-without-that-title. Shockwave, shed-your-creed, and-for-that-tenet, which-is-no-part-of-you, take-all-myself..." Blur stared at himself and felt his own spark flutter. Slowly his arm rested at his side and he left, without another word.
Blur makes it to the apartment, half a groon earlier he arrives, which to those who know him know it would be strange if he didn't. On the way there some have taken notice to his ensconce but did not bother him much on that matter. He pauses at the door, his fist mere inches from it. He takes in a deep breath to cool his systems and hesitantly knocks. When it opened, a sharp gasp chokes his airway, his spark clenches and his optics dart to the halls. Shockwave's claw gently and hurriedly brings him in then closes the door, locking it not soon after.
"What-are-you-doing-like-this?! If-someone-sees-you-they-will-kill-you!" Blur yelps, Shockwave gently cups Blur's chin and carefully rubs his cheek with a talon.
"Alack, there lies more peril in your optics than twenty of their blasters: look but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity." Shockwave softly speaks, Blur blushes but is engulfed deeper into his anxiety when he hears one of the neighbors pass by with heavily muffled steps.
"Oh-I-would-not-for-the-world-they-see-you-here-as-Shockwave!"
"The windows are turned frosted to hide me from their sight; and if you don't love me, let them see me: My life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting your love!" Shockwave beseeches while gently holding Blur in a soft embrace. Neither of them took comfort in knowing the safety from unwanted sights offered, Shockwave fears that Blur doesn't love him, not anymore, while Blur fears the daggers of the betrayed if they see this, his whole life shall be forever forlorned and forsaken upon discovery. Yet they are there to care for their worries despite the dangers each other face just for being together as lovers and not enemies. Blur looks into to Shockwave's optic, which kindles the celestial pyre that edges with cinder, he starts gradually accepting Longarm as Shockwave, a Decepticon, and his beloved as they grow entranced by each other's gaze.
Blur examines the features of his beau's true identity more closely as their energy fields merge again, feeling them interlock, as does a key with a bulky lock. Shockwave's optic is but a ruby at the forefront of a bright aubade, a cat-eye line as his vertical pupil that mirrors a terrene asteroid belt. The pitch black that covered the rest of his nonexistent face only overwrought that feature. He then moves on to Shockwave's body, the simple grey paint, which is the same base color he has as Longarm, but Shockwave has a more slender frame and a large chassis with upper arms that are still large and bulk at the shoulders. Purposeful and guileful steps gently clank onto the smooth floor as Shockwave's three taloned claws carry Blur to the couch, he can't help but feel more flustered as he wraps his arms around Shockwave's neck. They sit side by side and shuffle.
"I'm glad you came, Blur, I was worried you wouldn't come."
"Well-here-I-am."
"I'm sorry I hurt you."
"Even-if-I'm-here-that-doesn't-mean-I-will-bear-no-aggrievance-to-your-actions!"
"I understand, and I cannot blame you. What I was doing was wrong, but I want to make it up to you," Shockwave stood up to kneel in front of Blur, who in turn stood and took a few careful strides to Shockwave "do you believe...we can start again? I...I want to start a new life-with you." It took a few moments for what Shockwave said to settle onto him, none of them noticed each other's sparks call for each other as the silence deepened. Blur broke the silence with an unhurried and calm voice.
"Okay."
After that, they sat together on the couch with one of the shows they normally watch on the HGTV (Holographic Television). As they silently and awkwardly prated as if nothing has changed. As the long timeless night wore on the distrust was reformed into hope, lacking in any libel. Blur grew comfortable to the idea that he is in love, not only is it not allowed due to 'incompetence' under Sentinel Prime's command, it is verboten, for he is an Autobot, and Shockwave, a Decepticon, two fractions with undying hate the only thing they share. They soon started to smile again, or at least Blur is, seeing as how Shockwave has no facial features other than one large optic. Shockwave's form shifted and slid into Longarm as Blur watched, the hurt a quiet ghost in him, his optics vibrant as the crystal clear waters of the Caribbean sea. As they melted into a kind kiss their sparks felt as if they are on the brink of bursting aflame from their chassis, the flames of passion, by the force of love shall it erupt. Their impassioned kiss made their bodies grow sultryful, as cooling fans activated with a soft click. The remainder of the night they were intimate and fell into recharge sometime after. Longarm spooned the mini-bot once they did a quick clean up and they slept without a ribbon of nightmares to disturb their peace, it is as if the moment were made to last. The jollification and peace of the moment left a content smile on their slumbering faceplates.
Soldiers forge ahead as they dispatched into the apartment complex with heavy stomps, determined to capture the spy before any more can be done. The rumbling and the quaking failed to stir the two, who are embraced in a sweetheart's cradle, Longarm, being the largest, is the one whose arm is protectively around Blur. They slumbered without disruption until Longarm started to stir and shift lightly. With a magnesium sticky bomb, the front door melted into a glowing pool of sparking metal. Hearing barked orders and the sounds of the troop in their halls, neighbors ran out to see in utter panic and alarm. Before Longarm and Blur can properly wake, Blur's optics snapped open, being thrown to the floor his unwelcomed alarm. Longarm was harshly forced to his knees just as Blur is, their arms pinned to their backs and their wrists cuffed. They shout in panic at the sounds of the squadron yelling demands to them, the sounds of the alarmed neighbors only makes their panic rise. The tumult of chaos ceased when in came Sentinel Prime, who bears such torrid anger in those bright blue optics the fear in them rose from their tanks to their sparks like water droplets running across the windows of a speeding car.
"Well well, look who we have here. Two little traitorous sweet sparks," Sentinel growls with a hateful snide "it's the Stockade for you two!" Angered, Longarm spoke quickly against Sentinel.
"We don't know what you're talking about! Yes, we are seeing each other but-"
"Save it! We already know who you are, Shockwave!" Sentinel snaps, what alibi threatening to rise in them silenced. Longarm releases the held vent he didn't know he held in defeat.
"Well, it seems you caught me, now-BLUR, RUN!" Before Longarm finished Blur shoots up, headbutting a soldier's jaw as Longarm rises to his peds and throws punches at any surrounding soldiers after snapping the cuffs. They make a break for it and sprint down the halls, Blur uses his superspeed to go ahead and take down any soldiers endangering their route to freedom.
Once outside Longarm gets out his keys, his personal Elite Guard ship roars to life as the cockpit opens. They lunge into the hovering ship and speed off as fast as the ship allows while the cockpit still closes. Once they are no longer inside the strong atmosphere of Cybertron, Longarm shifts back into Shockwave, Blur's shock and terror settles down as he rests his servo on the window. He morosely watches as they speed away at the speed of light.
"They just had to ruin it," growls Shockwave, gripping the controls tighter, Blur looks to his beau and frowns at the reality of the situation they are whelmed into "didn't think those two twins would talk until another solar cycle!"
"It-must've-set-them-off-when-we-left-early-without-so-much-of-an-excuse-and-made-it-even-more-suspicious-when-they-asked-Ultra-Magnus-about-it!"
"Well, looks like we can't leave as we had planned," Shockwave sighs in both disappointment and anger "but now we need to hide. I am unsure if Megatron will shelter you no matter how we tell the story."
"So-where-do-you-think-will-be-best-for-us?"
"Earth, even with Megatron there, he has little resources and surveillance. Unlike the Autobots, he does not have the advantage of the inhabitants' support and is forced into hiding a majority of the time. I also know someone who might be of some help to us, Soundwave, who has been a dear friend of mine and is more neutral in the war despite him helping Megatron at times."