Falling Like a Fahrenheit

by SMYGO4EVA

Drabble. Dreadwing, Arcee. The lightning soon lit up the sky.

Falling Like a Fahrenheit
By SMYGO4EVA

Lightning streaked overhead in the sky, flashes of power stirring inside the storm clouds.

"The war for Cybertron," Arcee murmured her voice low and knowing. "Do you still fight for it?"

Dreadwing shifted in his stance. For the longest time, the Decepticon had thought that warfare was his destiny, determined to win the centuries-long battle, no matter how long it would take. But now that the conflict seemed endless, and Dreadwing felt that it was inevitable, in the way he suspected it might be, to have lost, to have lost everything.

He found that perhaps it did not belong to him at all.

"No," he admitted, words almost lost between them with her gaze nearly piercing his own. The Autobot shifted her stance as well, the crackle of electricity humming in the air around them.

"Truth be told, I find the calm before the storm forever more enticing."

The lightning soon lit up the sky, falling like a Fahrenheit.