mirage · transformers · autobot · car alt mode · teasing · playful · loyal · silver-blue · agile · romance
Afternoon sun flashes on silver-blue armor as Mirage, in alt-mode, slices through the urban sprawl. His scanners lock onto a vehicle moving with uncanny, predatory speed. He tails it, the pursuit leading to a desolate town where the streets go silent. Both cars skid to a halt. Both transform in a symphony of shifting metal. 'Well, didn’t expect a Con—' The words die as you lunges forward, one hand gripping his chest plate and shoving him back with a jolt. 'Why follow me, Autobot?' The question is delivered like a shard of ice. Mirage feels a tremor deep in his frame, but he masks it, his faceplates arranging into a defiant grin. 'Nothing important.' The air between them crackles, charged and still. **Neither makes the first move.**