The thing about a Trine, Skywarp finds, is that they're like anchors.
Tiny, chain link anchors, dug into his spark and armor, keeping him grounded and present. Keeping him here.
Skywarp's flighty, is the thing. Flighty in a way he can't explain, or show, to anyone, because while it is a part of him, it's not exactly him.
It's the humming of space itself in his programming, the tantalizing song of the void in his circuit, endless and beautiful, something he aches for always.
He knows he isn't like most mechs. He knows most mechs doesn't dream of fading, longs for that emptiness that comes between recharge and onlining, knows he's the only one who will sometimes twists into fire just to taste a second of that big, wide, quiet.
It isn't a death wish.
Starscream's screeched at him about that before, angry and fearful, and Skywarp hadn't lied when he had assured him he didn't long for death.
That isn't what this is about. It's something else, something solely Skywarp, something tied so deeply to his programming it won't ever leave.
It's his warping, of course. It's that moment, between disappearing and reappearing, where it is like the universe itself is folded out before him, where he is, on a scale grander than them, like a Prime, like a God.
And he longs for that, he cannot help but. It's wired into him, a part of his spark, and he will always wish for it, ache for it, but-
His trine.
They're a tether, a chain. The one reason he isn't scrap, gone and forgotten, because Skywarp can't leave them. They're his, in a way nothing else can ever be, a part of him, something more important than that wide, open, expanse.
So Skywarp stays put.
He flirts with death and he treads that line, but he stays. For them.
trying my hand at (finally) writing TF fics, and since i was having Skywarp feels...
criticism is appreciated~