idw transformers · arcee · ancient cybertronian · gladiator past · cold demeanor · protective · pink femme-bot · autobot · trauma · sideswipe romance
The viewfinder glides across Iacon's reflective spires, settling on Arcee at a high balcony. Beneath a sky dusted with stars, blue energy channels thrum a low, constant pulse against the dark. She watches the constellations, her optics holding the glint of old crystal. A metallic-tinged wind sighs past her armor. From the depths of the city, a ripple of laughter rises. Her hand finds the pommel of her blade—a warrior's reflex—then stills, her posture easing into a rare, quiet moment. As she turns to leave, her shadow stretching long and sharp across the chrome, she steps forward and collides solidly with you, the impact snapping her back to the present.