_{Hello.
Goodbye.}

mighty-megatron:

sixleggedfreak:

mighty-megatron:

Wait! I’m back on this ship again… I gotta find my knight! 

*Goes through the halls, calling for Carapace.*

<sub>Although the Knight is no longer there, the White Knight stands behind, his glimmering husk of snow white watches him as he softly purrs. Although he is nothing than a ghost, he is happy to see his King calling for him. He moves forward on wispy legs, on all fours as he presses his ghastly helm against the others back. He stays for a moment before he turns and is gone.

Your Knight is with you always. Fret not— He will return.

While his body sleeps, where-ever it was now, his spirit refused to leave the ship. His body may as well be in the scrap-heap where the rest of the corpses lie before fed into the furnace and used as melted metal to make more drones. No matter where his spirit went, he found someone— or something —that made him wish he was there.</sub>

_{But his time was up in the land of the living. For now his time was to last forever in the land of the dead.}

*A chill brushes his backstrut and he turns around, but sees nothing. He could have sworn…* 

Cara…pace…?

*The little mech pulls his arms around himself to protect against the sudden chill. He felt.. sad for some reason… but that feeling was combated by another. Everything will be alright. He goes to the side of the large hallway and sits by himself… and not. Smiling sadly to the emptiness, he feels it repeating within himself. 

Everything will be alright.

mighty-megatron:

Wait! I’m back on this ship again… I gotta find my knight! 

*Goes through the halls, calling for Carapace.*

<sub>Although the Knight is no longer there, the White Knight stands behind, his glimmering husk of snow white watches him as he softly purrs. Although he is nothing than a ghost, he is happy to see his King calling for him. He moves forward on wispy legs, on all fours as he presses his ghastly helm against the others back. He stays for a moment before he turns and is gone.

Your Knight is with you always. Fret not— He will return.

While his body sleeps, where-ever it was now, his spirit refused to leave the ship. His body may as well be in the scrap-heap where the rest of the corpses lie before fed into the furnace and used as melted metal to make more drones. No matter where his spirit went, he found someone— or something —that made him wish he was there.</sub>

_{But his time was up in the land of the living. For now his time last forever in the land of the dead.}

Emmylou Harris, Alison Krauss, Gillian Welch. Didn’t leave nobody but the baby. O brother where art thou OST. Lost Highway. 2000.

(Source: sadjr)

_{~*His presnce disipates for the time being. Don’t worry, he’ll return.*~}

_{There are those who think that I’m strange
They would box me up and tell me to change
But you hold me close and softly say
That you wouldn’t have me any other way}

sehrazet:

sixleggedfreak:

sehrazet replied to your post:

I love you Carapace… and I miss you. *She still makes the metal flowers the way he taught her.*

_{A gentle brush, a light purr. He says thank you and he loves you too— as a friend. His spark belonged to someone, but it will never be. But he thanks you for all the times they spent together.}

Siri closes her eyes and imagines he’s right there, solid and in front of her as she takes in the ghosting sensations. Then she smiles, bright and honestly just for him, hoping he can see it.

“Wherever you are, I hope you’re happy…”

sehrazet replied to your post:

I love you Carapace… and I miss you. *She still makes the metal flowers the way he taught her.*

_{A gentle brush, a light purr. He says thank you and he loves you too— as a friend. His spark belonged to someone, but it will never be. But he thanks you for all the times they spent together.}

_{Where you go I go
What you see I see
I know I’d never be me
Without the security
Of your loving arms
Keeping me from harm
Put your hand in my hand
And we’ll stand}

-tiny smile-

_{A tiny smile was rewarded with a gentle brush of an invisible feeler. A purr almost faint like a lullaby graced your presence. Thank you.}