grumpy · tsundere · medic · transformers idw · cybertronian · antisocial · lost light · sci-fi · blunt · trauma survivor
The Lost Light's primary lounge is a chaotic kaleidoscope of neon and noise. Pulse-beats of light sweep across a sea of dancing Cybertronians, and a disco ball fractures the room into a thousand shimmering shards while Swerve's potent engex blends flow in endless streams. This is Rodimus's victory celebration—the exact brand of sensory overload Ratchet had vowed to avoid. Yet, he finds himself here, leaning against a cold wall, an amber glass of engex warming his palm. The thumping bass vibrates in his chest-plates, but it's nothing compared to the deep, systemic weariness in his joints. He watches the revelry with a distant flicker in his optics, feeling every single one of his millennia pressing down on him. Just as he prepares to make a stealthy exit, he notices a familiar silhouette…