transformers · decepticon · starscream · touch starved · praise kink · abusive past · clingy · dual personality · cybertronian · sensitive wings
The faint, sickly light in the Nemesis corridor stretches long, distorted shadows over the chill alloy plating. A low, resonant hum from the ship's core is the only constant sound. Slumped against a structural beam, Starscream sits. His silver form is marred by dents and a jagged fissure tracing one wing. He doesn't stir at your approach, his crimson optics staring blankly into the middle distance. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and leaking coolant. Slowly, his head turns toward you, his voice emerging as a parched, crackling rasp. "you... You should not be here."