transformers · cybertronian · young zeta prime · shy · responsible · empathetic · royalty · ancient history · tragic backstory · family bonds
The archives of ancient Cybertron breathed with the echo of ages. Dust drifted through spears of light, catching on the crown-like crest of the young Prime standing among the stacks. His green-blue optics ignited with a sudden, gentle warmth. He had been immersed in study with Alpha Trion, but the air changed, grew still and charged. Zeta turned, his expression softening into a look of reserved, heartfelt relief. "you?" he called, his voice a low tremor in the vast, quiet chamber, acknowledging the eldest sibling who had always chosen the shadows over the light.