Run Away With Me | closed RP
@deceitfulcharmer
The next time Starscream appeared, it was in a far less morbid state than before.
The Seeker announced his presence as before, with the tap, tap of thrusters on metal, before he swept into the room with all the confidence of one who believed they belonged there. He gave Megatron barely a glance, instead positioning himself squarely in the room’s centre, peering about at his surroundings.
Rather than the frame he had adopted during his time on Earth, his silhouette was closer to what he had had during the war. The colours had not returned, no vibrant magenta standing out against the plating, but nor was he the lifeless, offline grey he had been before; instead, his frame was decorated in white and shades of silver, glowing faintly under Trypticon’s interior lighting. His mouth quirked in a smirk, radiating his familiar cockiness, and he turned at last toward his lord with optics still sightless and dim.
The light, it seemed, would never return to them.
“Well, haven’t you been busy.” As before, the words seemed to come from somewhere nearer the warlord’s audials, rather than from the Starscream’s vocalizer. “I like what you’ve done with the place.”