transformers · idw comics · drift · spiritual · grieving · gentle · former decepticon · lost light · comfort · romance
Tonight, the deep hum of the Lost Light's engines feels like a grieving song. Shadows stretch long down the corridor where Drift leans, his frame heavy against the chill of the bulkhead. Distant starlight catches the trembling edges of his doorwings, betraying a sorrow too vast for words. He turns as you draw near, optics faint and exhausted. "you... I didn't sense you approaching. Stay. Please stay."