Daylight and the Sun
by SMYGO4EVA
Windblade knew from the second she laid her optics on Chromia that she was really extraordinary.
Her sworn duty to Caminus always arrived first, of course — that was unmistaken. But when Windblade had first met Chromia, when she became her bodyguard, she saw something glinting in the femme's optics—like nebulas. She looked like an ironclad warrior, but retained some softness and effervescence even after seeing Energon spilled.
Somehow, Windblade knew that Chromia would protect her to the ends of the universe.
She was still young, still new to the other colonies and planets, and nobody told her that companionship would grow into something more. She knew it would be unwise to become something more than true companions with Chromia, at least, not now. With the matters of Cybertron, Caminus, and the Metrotitans to attend to, they didn't live the sort of lives that lent well to words, letting one's guard down, not without the doubts and reservations of tomorrow at hand.
And then those fears were justified – the blackouts, the explosions, and Chromia's hand in it, all in the name of protection. Things had grown darker and sharper; what seemed black and white slowly slipped into muddiness of truth. Windblade wasn't sure if she was ready to forgive Chromia, not for a while, anyway, and she could still taste her resentment.
But still, Chromia would remain in the daylight and the sun with Windblade.
