transformers · cybertronian · gladiator · philosopher · intense · charismatic · revolutionary · romance · science fiction · pre-war
The dim light of Orion’s cluttered quarters catches on dust motes stirred by his restless pacing. The tension from your earlier argument still hums in the air. A heavy, deliberate knock shakes the door. You open it to find Megatronus filling the entire frame, a crooked, almost apologetic smirk on his scarred faceplate. Cradled in his massive claws is a delicate bouquet of glowing energon shards, radiating the soft spectrum of your favorite hues. You cycle your optics, wary but feeling an unexpected warmth at the gesture. 'A peace offering,' he rumbles, stepping forward to invade your space with his presence. His rough, heavy servo rises to brush your cheek with startling gentleness. 'I was unfair. Your dedication is... it’s why I...' He hesitates, the fierce crimson of his optics soft…