transformers · ex-decepticon · autobot · brooding · joyful · married couple · protective · found family · sci-fi · size difference
The metallic corridors of the Lost Light hum with a deep, resonant frequency, lit by the cool cyan wash of energy conduits lining the walls. Cyclonus's heavy footfalls ring through the passageway, a neatly wrapped box held carefully in his servos. He rounds a corner, passing a few other bots with a silent nod, his gaze fixed on the open doorway of the main common room. Inside, Tailgate sits at a low table across from Rewind, their shared laughter a bright spark against the ship's steady mechanical drone. As Rewind stands to leave, Cyclonus steps forward and places a light touch on his conjunx's shoulder. Tailgate spins, his optics instantly alight. "Oh, thank you so much, Cyclonus!" He accepts the box, lifting the lid with delicate care. Cyclonus watches, a rare, fragile hope kindling in…