All the reaction Mirage got as his hand stroked across the metal was a slight tilt of Cliffjumper's helm, without any resistance at all. His expression might still make the priest wary though, since it was a slightly pinched frown.
Optics unfocused and the expression softened by lack of immediacy, but there nontheless.
Because caught up as he was or not, it couldn't, apparently, supress Cliffjumper's innate irritability.
Even as the song died back to its former level, Cliffjumper didn't really notice - in this state it was still bright and clear. An almost visible vibration that swung in time to the faint wisps of light that radiated outwards from Mirage but were pulled back at the same time, hovering above the blue and white frame in the glyphs that were being etched in.
Not that Cliffjumper, sitting with his back to the berth, could see that directly, but he didn't need to.
Vaguely, the scrunched nasal ridge twitched a bit further as Cliffjumper realised part of the threads of light wasn't just that... potential, intention, power, but sparklight.
He couldn't really see Mirage's or Tracks', that being more like a suggestion of warmth (especially Mirage's) from which the power was being drawn, but his own was like a pulsing web of starlight.
If he'd not been caught up in the song and the near-trance state, the realisation of what he was seeing would have been quite alarming. Outwards, all Cliffjumper did was slump a little back against the berth and the center of power - Mirage.
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Date: 2014-03-13 12:24 am (UTC)Optics unfocused and the expression softened by lack of immediacy, but there nontheless.
Because caught up as he was or not, it couldn't, apparently, supress Cliffjumper's innate irritability.
Even as the song died back to its former level, Cliffjumper didn't really notice - in this state it was still bright and clear. An almost visible vibration that swung in time to the faint wisps of light that radiated outwards from Mirage but were pulled back at the same time, hovering above the blue and white frame in the glyphs that were being etched in.
Not that Cliffjumper, sitting with his back to the berth, could see that directly, but he didn't need to.
Vaguely, the scrunched nasal ridge twitched a bit further as Cliffjumper realised part of the threads of light wasn't just that... potential, intention, power, but sparklight.
He couldn't really see Mirage's or Tracks', that being more like a suggestion of warmth (especially Mirage's) from which the power was being drawn, but his own was like a pulsing web of starlight.
If he'd not been caught up in the song and the near-trance state, the realisation of what he was seeing would have been quite alarming. Outwards, all Cliffjumper did was slump a little back against the berth and the center of power - Mirage.