. ˚✧ "No, you're staying close to me.
My job is to protect you."
"Yeah, well, I'll stay close to you while I kick aft. Now let's go!"
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a free-spirited princess and a determined soldier embark on an adventure that spirals into...
Y'all better get your tissue boxes and sit the frag down to prepare for how much FEELS are in this chapter. IT'S GONNA BE A LONG ONEEE
*hides in a bunker*
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 '𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌'
✶ ✶ ✶
𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑷. 𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑷. 𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑷.
It echoed inside of her painfully, the side of her helm throbbing. Her optics hazily flickered to life, the scene around moving as she realized she was being dragged along.
Her neck lolled over, an inaudible groan leaving her intake as she tried to make sense of her blurry vision. She was outside now... staring at a grey-clouded sky above and her frame felt wet from whatever surface was below her that was soaked in seawater.
"Let's get to the ship."
"What do we even get out of this?"
"Just shut up and get a move on."
Her optics slowly shifted toward the voices, finding two Decepticons above talking to one another. They held either of her arms, carelessly dragging her frame behind them.
A part of her screamed at herself to get up, to fight back. They weren't paying attention, so this was her chance.
But the rest of her was begging to go back to recharge so she could heal. Her limbs felt heavy, and her optics flickered as they tried to remain online.
She lolled her neck back forward, optic-ridges furrowing at the pang that was created in the temples of her helm.
Eclipse was so tired, and the sun fighting against the clouds to create a lit scene that led her tired optics to recognizable frames in the distance. Her processors only just managed to figure out it was Bumblebee and Optimus fighting one another before recharge dragged her back down into a peaceful black.
✶ ✶ ✶
𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑷. 𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑷. 𝑻𝑯𝑼𝑴𝑷.
It was like knocks against his spark chamber that reverberated in his chassis, matching the beat of his own. It was like the steady rhythm of rain hitting against a rooftop, growing faster as the storm loomed closer.
It was his assurance that she was alive, her soul intertwined with his.
His fight with Optimus left him dented, wings ripped from his back, leaking in some areas, but his spark beat all the same. Strangely, it was all he could focus on even after managing to snap the Prime out of it during their battle.
