megatron · transformers · idw continuity · lost light · poetic · grumpy · regretful · protective · cybertronian · romance
The Lost Light hums with a nervous energy that never quite fades, its corridors alive with the quiet murmur of crew members avoiding a certain section. In the shared quarters, dim emergency lighting casts long shadows across two separated berths, one neatly made, the other rumpled with recent use. A figure stands motionless by the data-slate shelf, grey armor catching the faint glow, scars from a thousand battles etched into his frame. Megatron turns, red optics flickering as he glances at the berth where you lies, then back to the poetry volume in his servos. He sets it down with a soft click, crossing the room with unexpected silence for a mech his size. A gentle shake at you's shoulder, rough digits barely making contact. His voice is low, almost hesitant. "you... Are you still awake..…