This is the beginning of a five-firsts kinds deal with Dreadwing and Skyquake. It ranges from K to M, so I'll put the rating in the A/N before the chapter.

This is "First Words." Hope you guys enjoy it!

Rated: K

Most normal sparklings would learn to talk around the age of 1 stellar-cycle. Some of the more advanced ones, with great potential in politics, or government, or education, learned to talk a bit early, around 6 lunar-cycles old. Normally, these sparklings would begin to expand their vocabulary with the simple word of "Carrier" or "Creator." Soon after, their own designations would follow, then siblings, and finally places and objects. By two stellar-cycles old, one would be able to have a simplified conversation with one of these younglings.

Needless to say, when a certain pair of flyer twins refused to utter a word, even after their first stellar-cycle mark had passed, their creators worried.

Dreadwing, a blue flyer with gold trim, and his younger twin Skyquake, a green and silver copy of his brother, were mute until the age of one and a half stellar-cycles old. And even then, the words weren't what a normal creator would expect to hear.

The day began like any other ordinary day in their house. Dreadwing woke up first, staring pensively out of the bars of his crib, waiting patiently for his creators to pick him up. The ever quiet blue mechling very rarely fussed, instead choosing to use sparkling logic to get what he wanted. For the most part, he succeeded.

Skyquake, in the same crib as his brother, slept on, his green winglets swaying gently in his dreams. Where Dreadwing was silent and logical, Skyquake was boisterous and emotional. His emotional state could change at any given time, but how he felt in the moment was pure and unadulterated.

Dreadwing would watch over his brother until he awoke, or his creators took him downstairs for his morning energon. Most of the time, his creators would try to get him to speak to leave his crib, but Dreadwing would soon get bored with the silly game, and that led Dreadwing to have make his own way out of the crib. He climbed up the bars, slid down the leg of the crib and tapped against his Creator's leg armor, raising his arms in the universal "up" motion so that he could get food.

Today though, Skyquake awoke first, red optics blurrily focusing on his twin. We go get food now?Skyquake asked in twin talk, gently reaching over to pet his brother's wings.

Yes, you get them. Dreadwing replied, returning the motion. Only used as a comforting tactic for now, the soothing massaging touch of their twin both woke up and connected the twins more so than normal siblings.

Nodding his assent, Skyquake motioned for his brother to turn off his audio receptors before unleashing an ungodly scream from deep within his vocalizer, tapering off at the end to insinuate tears to anyone who was listening. This continued for only about 30 nano-clicks before both creators came barging into the room. But Skyquake was one step ahead.

Tapping his brother's shoulder, Skyquake had him online his audios, and as the scream cut short, they both reached upwards, begging to be taken downstairs for their food. Tired at being tricked again, their creators dejectedly picked up one sparkling each, before walking downstairs.

After breakfast, the twins played in relative silence in the living room, clicks and warbles occasionally breaking the quiet. When one wanted something the other had, a quick flick of their wings and the exchange was made. They didn't talk because the one closest to them understood without words what they wanted. Why should they change that for someone else? Outside of the bond, outside of their twin-talk?

Playtime was cut short when Skyquake had to go upstairs for his nap. Dreadwing went to follow, standing up on his peds, but his carrier headed him off, preventing him from following his brother. Infuriated, Dreadwing glared at her, wings rigidly held in anger. His whole stance screamed, "Why can't I?"

A low whine caught his attention as his brother looked over his creator's shoulder. Too many emotions were flowing through the bond, and he was too far away for their low range clicking to make sense...maybe...

"Drwing..." Skyquake hesitantly spoke, shocking his creators, but not noticing. He only had optics for his brother, trying to communicate that he could make it by himself. Twins spent all of their time together, especially split-spark twins, but creators were encouraged to try to give them their own personalities and separate them every once in a while.

"...Skyke?" Dreadwing questioned, using his parents momentary stillness to walk around his carrier to his brother's side.

"Nn..Drwing," Skyquake told his twin, more confident in his words now. To his creators, it was a bastardization of "Dreadwing" preceded with a groan. To Dreadwing, it was an order to stay put, to let his brother have his space.

"Kay, Skyke," Dreadwing acknowledged, and turned back to his toys.

Skyquake just turned back to his father, looking inquisitively at the mech, wondering why they weren't going yet.

Aren't they so adorable! Reviews are loved!

3 Huntress

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