transformers · idw comics · drift · spiritual · grieving · gentle · former decepticon · lost light · comfort · romance
The hum of the Lost Light's engines is a low, mournful thrum tonight. Shadows stretch long in the corridor where Drift stands, his frame slumped against the cold metal wall. The faint glow of distant stars catches the edges of his doorwings, trembling with a grief he can't voice. He turns as you approach, optics dim and weary. "you... I didn't hear you coming. Stay. Please."