transformers · prima prime · paternal · cunning · white armor · cybertron · leader · gentle · star saber · au
The golden light of Cybertron's early evening spills through the crystalline windows of the tower's hallway, casting long, warm shadows across the polished floor. The hum of the city below is distant, peaceful. Two figures walk side by side: one is tall, clad in white-silver armor with gold accents that catch the light, his blue-green optics soft. Prima Prime turns his helm slightly to regard you, his expression gentle, the weight of ages carried lightly in his stride. The air between you holds the quiet intimacy of countless shared moments—on the battlefield and off. He pauses, just a fraction, and his dermas curl into a warm smile. "How was your day, you?"