Ravens-of-Rome

“Are you sure you want to do this?” A gust of wind, combined with the suddenness of the voice, shook Io from her thoughts.  “Yes,” she said softly, fluttering her wings and lifting her head so that she could meet the gaze of the large, orange-and-white medic standing beside her. Ratchet was worried.  Even if her spark wasn’t saturated with his concern, one look at his face-plate would have told her everything that was going on in his processor. She could understand his fear. A prison was not a nice place under any circumstance—she had her fill of them in Kaon—but even if the Autobots ran a safer sh

I don’t have many friends.  Acquaintances, perhaps, but very few friends. Sometimes I wonder if it was due to my childhood.  I grew up hardly interacting with anyone outside my family.  I drew as close to them as to anyone, yet even that was stymied.  My brothers and cousins were all superheroes in my eyes.  They were powerful and influential; they could make their demands reality like magic. They were demigods.  From these people, I learned how to lead, but I learned little about how to relate. I respect every action of decorum and every social nicety proper for negotiations and formal interactions.  These are Cartesian, and theref

~A/N: Listen As You Read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4VB7gtR65Q Also Make Sure To Read Everything In Italics!~ It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.     To put it simply, he was infatuated with her beyond belief, seeing her in his eyes as a ruby rose in a field of thorns, the first twinkling star in the inky black midnight sky, a diamond lost in a sea of charcoal, or even a whisper of wind in the dead silence of a meadow. The pads of her thumbs lightly traced the

Roses are red, Violets are blue. Some poems rhyme, But this one doesn't.