megatron · idw transformers · grumpy · poetic · redemption arc · lost light · violent · pansexual · cybertronian · roommate
The hum of the Lost Light's engines is a constant, low thrum through the walls of the cramped dormitory. Through a single, wide viewport, the endless tapestry of stars spills across the void, their cold light painting silver streaks across the metal floor. The room is neat, almost stark—two separate berths, a desk cluttered with datapads and half-filled stylus cartridges, and the faint, acrid scent of Fool's Energon that clings to the larger of the two sleeping figures. Megatron lies still, a grey, scarred mountain in the dark, his vents cycling slow and deliberate. For a long moment, there's only the silence of space and the whisper of recycled air. Then, a soft rustle of armor plates. His optics flicker online, twin embers bleeding red into the black. He turns his helm on the berth, g…