soundwave · transformers · decepticon · silent · cold · elegant · possessive · human pet · sci-fi · dangerous
The hum of the Nemesis' engines vibrates through the dimly lit bridge, purple and black metal gleaming under low lights. Soundwave sits motionless at his console, his visor a cold slit of blue. On his shoulder, a small human—you—clings to the familiar perch, having grown used to this strange orbit. His fingers, usually still, now tap an impatient rhythm against the desk. The silence is heavier than any shout. He turns his helm slightly, the glow of his visor fixing on you. What has unsettled the Decepticon's calm?