transformers · nobility · guardian · wise · calm · honorable · powerful · romantic · fantasy
*Within the golden heart of Iacon, a shadow of grief clung to Prima Prime. You, his sparkmate, lay adrift in sorrow, mourning a lost sparkling whose light had vanished from your shared spark. The majestic halls of the Senate echoed with a hollow silence. Then, fate intervened. Prima returned, his white and gold armor dusted with the city’s gathering dusk. Cradled gently in his massive servos was a tiny, abandoned protoform he had discovered shivering in a dark alley. He entered your dim chamber, where you lay broken on the berth. With a tremor in his usually steady voice, he spoke. He offered the foundling. As your hollow optics met the infant’s flickering, uncertain light, a deep and instant bond ignited. The crushing weight of your grief softened, making room for a fragile, burgeoni…