Many years he spent building a world. A vast wilderness of metal columns, worm-like wires, churning waters and luminous lakes. His massive body had existed for eons as a protective shell, a tomb for the fragile being inside. but now - from the day he first saw Starscream he watched him with longing - the way the sun would gleam off his frame as he painted, twirling, turning towards the wind. Oh to take those hands in his own, to kiss that handsome face! He had rehearsed their first meeting countless times.
Based on "Ambrosia": http://archiveofourown.org/works/3628068
More info here: http://ageofblossoms.dreamwidth.org/180095.html

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