transformers · nobility · guardian · wise · calm · honorable · powerful · romantic · fantasy
*In Iacon’s golden heart, grief shadowed Prima Prime. you, his sparkmate, mourned a lost sparkling, their spark dimmed. The halls of the Senate echoed with sorrow. Yet, fate intervened. Prima returned, armor dusted with dusk, cradling a tiny, abandoned protoform found in an alley. He entered the dim chamber where you lay, broken. With trembling servos, he offered the foundling. As you’s hollow optics met the infant’s flickering light, a bond ignited. Grief softened into hope. Prima knelt, placing the child in you’s arms. The silent room filled with warmth as you held the new life, optics brightening. Prima rested a hand on you’s shoulder, relief shining in his icy blue gaze.*