Orion smiled warmly while walking up the stairs to his home, opening the knob with delicacy and hearing the beautiful sound of his father singing. The sound was like being in a dream filled with all kinds of magnificent spells.
"it is love we must hold onto
Never easy but we try
Sometimes our happiness is captured,"
Alpha Trion looked behind him at an old photo of his wife and sparkling, feeling small grieve wallop inside him.
"Somehow time and place stands still
Long as it lives inside all our sparks
And always will."
Orion gazed over at all the sparkling pictures on the wall, the words from his father's song mixing splendidly with the music and warming his processor. Hearing his father's singing fade as the song in the music box he was tinkering and adjusting stopped, he stepped away from the door and walked into the little room. Alpha Trion noticed his presents and smiled.
"Oh, Orion," he softly whispered before turning his attention to the tiny gears of the music box. Orion walked around to his fathers side to look at the gears before reaching for a small tool off the desk. "Orion could you hand me uh..." Alph Trion started to ask but stopped when he felt his finger touch something and looked to find the very tool he was going to ask for being held up to him.
He chuckled at his son's wits and gently took the offered tool. "Thank you." Alpha Trion put the tool to use and started tinkering with a small piece of metal. He squinted his optics and said, "and I also need." He stopped when he seen Orion's servo lifted out in front of him and he shook his head.
"No... no," Alpha Trion looked down at his work before looking back at the given tools, "well... actually... Yes."
He grabbed the tool and shoved it in the piece of metal, "Thank you." Secretly, he wouldn't know what to do if he didn't have Orion... He wasn't even sure what his lot for life would be without him.
Seeing it how the tools worked, Alpha Trion smiled and looked up with thankful optics at his grinning son who laughed softly. Orion's smile then fell as he grabbed a small devise and walked around the table. "Dad do you... think I'm odd?" he asked nervously.
"Odd?" Alpha Tripn raised one eyebrow in deep question, "My son 'odd?'" His mouth opening and closing as he pondered over the absurd thought before looking to his son. "Where...where did you get an idea like that?" he asked in concern.
Orion leaned down to wrap and pack the device away for his father. "I don't know... bots' talk," he muttered, lifting his head to glance up at his father.
"This is a small village, you know? Small minded as well. But small means safe," the elder mech pointed out to his son. "Even back in Kaon I new a femme like you who was so..." Alpha worked to find the right words, "Ahead of her time. So different."
Orion looked up at his father when he heard the way he trailed off and noticed how he seemed to be in deep thought, like he was remembering something. "People mocked her. Until the day they all found themselves intimidated by her," the old mech added with a chuckle and a 'told ya so' grin across his face.
Orion walked around the table to stand beside his father with determined and wonder filled optics. "Tell me one more thing about her," he demanded more then asked because he needed to know.
Alpha Trion cocked his head to the side while thinking about what else he could say. There were so many astounding things to say about his wife that even the words could make a river of magic themselves. "She was also fearless," he said before looking up at his son who smiled from the hidden gesture. "Fearless." Alpha Trion nodded in seriousness.
He closed each side to the house he was making after being reassured and ready with his work. One day the lovely devise will do well to make some young sparkling very happy. Gathering his newest inventions and music boxes, Alpha Trion and Orion carefully packed them into boxes and then loaded them up in the wagon. Every time Alpha Trion finished making new devices, he takes them to the market in neighboring villages and towns to sell.
The profit more attainable then in the village they are in now. Loading up the last of the boxes, the old mech turned to his open minded, head strong, and tough willed son to find him tending to their trusty steed Philleep.
"Please take care of father for me." Orion whispered to the strong beast as he fed him a bronze apple before stepping around the wagon as his father climbed up into it.
"Well Orion, I'm off. What shall I get you from the market?" Alpha Trion questioned.
Orion smiled, laying his hands on his father's thigh, and laying his head on top of his hands as he gazed up at his father. "A rose crystal." He requested.
"You ask of that every year!" Alpha Trion spoke like it was crazy but nice at the same time.
Orion stared up at his father with easy optics, "And every year you bring it." He knew he could rely on his dearly beloved father to bring him anything his spark desires.
"Then I shall bring you another," Alpha Trion patted his son's helm affectionately with a hearty chuckle, "You have my word."
Orion smiled and stepped away from the sattle, "Bye father."
"Goodbye Orion," Alpha Trion then used the chains to make the Pistonhorse move.
Orion stood on the porch, watching as his father rode out of town and soon disappeared from view. "Be safe," he softly prayed. But he couldn't stand here all day worrying about his father. He had chores and lessons.
Heading back inside, Orion gathered what books he had and put them into his satchel and slung the bag across his shoulder. Peeking through his open door to make sure no mechs or femmes were watching his house, the red and blue mech slipped out and snuck off to a part of the village where the waiting little younglings he had promised to read to were at.
As Orion pulled off one of his schemes to pry the work off a simple younglings servos, he sat down and started to practice reading with him. They sat side by side with the book in between them, Orion bending over to point the words out and correct them.
There was nothing more spark filling then teaching younglings how to do the thing Orion enjoyed the best. They seemed so ignorant to it but thrilled to learn at the same time. Orion would pass on all his knowledge to the entire population if he could just so that transformers could get a better taste of imagination.
"What on cybertron are you doing?" a sudden disgusted voice rang through the air. "Teaching another youngling to read?" he was just a random villager, rude and unpleasant to look at. "Isn't one enough?" He scoffed like the intelligence Orion was teaching is absurd.
"We have to do something," an older femme suddenly said with a mere nod as a gesture for the mech to follow suit.
Orion's spark sunk in worry for what they may do and looked at the young bot with him, standing up before helping him to his peddles. "Go home." Orion shooed, not wanting his punishment to befall to the little one as well.
The youngling whimpered and looked up at Orion with worried optics and stubbornly stayed put. "But..."
"Shh, you need to go before they come back. None of this is your fault," Orion hushed and continued to gently nudge him along until finally he gave up and did as he was told.
"Orion!" A loud and rather irritating voice boomed from behind the disappointed mech. Orion turned around to see the mech of bad dreams walking closer to him. One moments here another one is gone. Wasted.
"I heard you had some trouble with the head master today," Starscream said quickly while following after the- hard to get- mech he dreamed about so much. He chased him up to his fence and frowned when it was closed on him, "Yes... He never liked me either."
Orion shook his head with a tired and very unwantedly distracted face on as he turned around and walked away. He sped through his full crystal garden, weary and agile with his steps so not to break any. To his surprise and frustration, Starscream jumped over the fence and started stomping over his crystals, breaking them one by one.
Orion sighed in irrational glares to the seeker's persistent and rude attitude by how he came into his garden and destroyed his crystals. But not one to cry over spilled oil, he looked up at Starscream once he came to stand in his path to his house.
"All I wanted was to teach a youngling to read," Orion said, sounding annoying by the villagers narrow minded thoughts and beliefs.
Starscream smiled at Orion's kind nature but brushed away the thought of the little mech caring about other young lingerie. "The only younglings you should concern yourself with..." the seeker grinned at the mental image he got of the beautiful mech cradling a sparkling in his arms that looked so much like him and Orion. Gesturing between them to give his point. "Are your own."
"I..." Orion walked around the scrawny mech to get to his door quickly, "am not ready to have sparklings." He had caught Starscream's point very clearly like it was just written on the walls. His face was twisted into an annoyed, disgusted and distastfull grimace that he tried to hide from the other mech.
Starscream looked down before growing back some confidence, "Maybe you just haven't met the right one yet?" He suggested while turning around with a happy smile on his supposedly charming face.
"It's a small village, Starscream," Orion said with a blunt expression as he closed his gate and locked it. Making sure to keep optic contact the entire time. "I've met them all," he admitted like none of them impressed him, turning around to walk away.
"Well maybe you should take another look?" Starscream happily implied. "Some of us have changed." Starscream pointed out as he ran after the escaping mech, smiling charmingly up at Orion who had began to climb the stairs to the porch of his home.
Orion halted and turned around to stop the seeker right there. "Starscream...we could never make each other happy. No one can change...that much," Orion argued as he shot down Starscream's so called claim about his new life. He remembered back how Starscream was before he left the village for a year or two until finally returning, still the same as he had left just with more arrogance and pig headed.
"Oh Orion, do you know what happens to spinisters in this village after their fathers die?" Starscream asked with a serious and concerned babbled tone before pointing off to the side.
There were a bunch of lone mechs wandering around aimlessly looking for energy and shelter.
Orion cringed but did not fall into the trap.
"They beg for scraps like poor Primus," Starscream answered in a sad tone that wasn't sad but more hopeful and wanting. Starscream raised his servos in the air and looked up while stating, "This is our world, Orion!" Then his voice became a loving and suspicious whisper as he started climbing up the steps with Orion. "For simple mechs like us it doesn't get any better."
Orion frowned and stepped back from the handsy seeker, pulling his hands away when he moved to take and hold them. "I maybe a farm mech. But, I'm not simple..."
The red and blue mech reached behind himself to feel for the knob on the door as he backed away from the looming seeker the closer he got. Once he found it, Starscream was far too comfortable in Orion's personal space and Orion opened the door and quickly slipped around it. "And I'm never going to marry you Starscream." He firmly said as he tried to close the door.
Starscream grabbed the door to stop it from closing but didn't have a good enough grip as it was pulled closed. "I'm sorry." Orion apologized, not in the least bit sorry for rejecting the silver seeker.
The click of a lock sounding into place was the added nail in Starscream's confidence if a wounded pride could kill. He balled his fists and growled before walking away angrily.
What does said seeker try to do to woo said beautiful mech? Wait and see!