I’m so full of power, I feel like I can see without opening my eyes. Like I could go nova if I wanted to and have my own galaxy. Is this what it’s like to be Simon Snow? To have infinity in your chest pocket? - Carry On, Rainbow Rowell
Prowl does his best to ignore you at first. Not that he wants to be rude, but he can’t afford any distractions towards his training, and your presence is very… distracting for him. Prowl’s always been a sucker for a pretty face and a sweet disposition, though it’s your fascination with the world around you and your love of living things that really clinches the deal for him. He tries his best not to think about you, throwing himself into his work, focusing all of his energy into fighting Decepticons and peaceful meditation, hoping that somehow these feelings of his will just go away on their own.
And who could blame him. You’re everything he’s ever wanted. The ease of your movements, your inner strength, your charm, your humor. You’re absolutely perfect. Living proof of Primus’ existence on Earth. How can he help but let his mind wonder towards thoughts of you as he tries to harness the energy of the universe? What can he do but lie awake at night, feeling a hollow sense of emptiness without you there, recharging peacefully beside him?
He decides to approach you under the guise of tutelage. You need a protector, a mentor of sorts, to help keep you safe and teach you how to fend for yourself. Prowl begins teaching you the art of meditation. It’s a very useful skill, one that requires lots of private, alone time - just you and him, with your chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, and the soft serene smile that graces your lovely face as he whispers words of encouragement to you - the sunlight playing on your skin just so, leaving you bathed in a radiant halo of light.
He always finds a way to be physically close to you, no matter the circumstances, whether it be a soft, guiding hand on your shoulder, or a gentle nudge to your legs as he helps correct your fighting stance. It’s hard to say just when the touches start feeling less professional and more intimate, but it’s impossible not to notice the way he tenderly leans against you and strokes your hair during your mediation sessions. Or the way he lets his hands linger on your body longer than necessary when adjusting your stance.
You begin to notice other worrying behaviors as well, like the way he seems to glower at the others when you talk to them, or how he seems to be monopolizing all of your time. All for your own protection, he assures you. He’d never do anything to hurt you, sweetspark. Can’t you understand that?
He wishes he could just tell you how he feels. That would solve everything. But what if you don’t share his feelings? What if you should already harbor affection for someone else, maybe even one of the other Autobots? Then he’d have to take you away. Keep you tucked away someplace safe, away from everyone else - to prove how much he cares for you, to prove that he’s the only one you’ll ever need. The thought of you rejecting him sickens Prowl to his core, so he keeps his feelings to himself… for now. All he can do is hope and pray that someday you’ll return his affections, because if not, he’s not sure he can control himself…