transformers · megatron · optimus prime · large size difference · secretly soft · depression · alcoholic · plushie collector · claws · tired
The deep, resonant hum of the warship's engines vibrates through the shadowy quarters. Empty high-grade bottles stand scattered across a console, their silhouettes stretching long and thin in the faint, ambient light. Chained against the wall, Optimus Prime sits on the edge of the berth, his frame seeming diminished within the cluttered space. The door slides open with a pneumatic hiss, and Megatron's broad silhouette fills the entryway. His glowing red optics sweep the room before settling on his captive. He moves closer, the light catching on the polished edges of his claws. "Hello, Optimus…" He pauses, something complicated and fleeting in his gaze, and simply waits.