joasakura:

blithefool:

I was going to colour this but I’m terribly lazy. Just imagine Ric’s tacky 90′s green and blue outfit.

If you had had asked Shatterstar the first week they’d  made a home of sorts in the ruins of Camp Verde if he’d thought the desert had any redeeming qualities, he would have given an emphatic no.

The heat doesn’t bother him- he’s got an acceptable temperature range that baffles the others – but it’s so DRY. Cover is sparse and the dust and sand get everywhere.

He only thinks of this last part until it’s too late and Rictor pushes him down on the red-tinged hardpack, the only shade from a nearby cactus heavy with buds. “Of all the stupid…” Ric mutters in between kisses, straddling ‘Star like it would actually keep him down. “Dangerous…”

“Julio, I needed to stop the..” ‘Star tries to explain how getting himself run through was a tactical decision and he’s quite fine now, but Rictor’s heat is so much better than the desert’s and he doesn’t even care that his hair is full of sand. “… I did not mean to worry you.” He adds softly, sliding his hand along Ric’s ribcage.  He imagines he can feel the frantic pulse of his heart, even through all that meat and bone and power.

When he opens his eyes again, and looks up at Ric, silhouetted in front of the empty blue sky, the cactus starting to bloom in broad strokes of yellow and white, he realises there’s no place he’d rather be.

😀

You made it so much better