It's the wee hours of the morning and Chromia is curled up on the rec-room couch with a cube of energon and a quiet contemplative, but semi sad expression on her face. She knew Ironhide was a hot head, but this time she was done... There would be no 'kiss and make up' after this, their latest row...
Their other fights before this ones were quite spectacular, but this one dwarfed them all... and she wasn't going back to him this time. He had never hit her outside of training, but sometimes words cut deeper than any blade... and this time his words cut straight to her spark... and though she may eventually forgive him... She would never forget....
For now, she just stares at her hardly touched cube, and ponders on his words... because even if they were said in anger... They did gouge open some very old emotional wounds... She could probably use a distraction about now...
Set a couple of weeks after her break up with Ironhide.
Their other fights before this ones were quite spectacular, but this one dwarfed them all... and she wasn't going back to him this time. He had never hit her outside of training, but sometimes words cut deeper than any blade... and this time his words cut straight to her spark... and though she may eventually forgive him... She would never forget....
For now, she just stares at her hardly touched cube, and ponders on his words... because even if they were said in anger... They did gouge open some very old emotional wounds... She could probably use a distraction about now...