Nova Storm didn't answer at first except in the form of shrieks. She didn't consciously feel the fear that made her thrash under Monk's hands and her vents whistle in her audials, but she didn't have to. This was what her and Skywarp had fought about, about refusing to listen to signals her body gave her when something was a threat. Not listening-
Her optics were wide and white with terror at the threat to where her wings had been, at the feel of a weapon charging, aiming for her wings, pinned like a bug.
"Say not a word. Say not a word and you'll see her."
"Let me go let me go let me gogogogogogo-" Built into a rising scream of outage and terror. She bucked again, kicked and howled and attempted to scratch, heaving for vents that weren't coming, but she refused to give in refused to taint her room her safety with the shame of it with the memory of this room no longer being hers.
"You want me to show my throat?" She hissed and spat out static. "Make me!"
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Date: 2025-01-20 04:17 am (UTC)Her optics were wide and white with terror at the threat to where her wings had been, at the feel of a weapon charging, aiming for her wings, pinned like a bug.
"Say not a word. Say not a word and you'll see her."
"Let me go let me go let me gogogogogogo-" Built into a rising scream of outage and terror. She bucked again, kicked and howled and attempted to scratch, heaving for vents that weren't coming, but she refused to give in refused to taint her room her safety with the shame of it with the memory of this room no longer being hers.
"You want me to show my throat?" She hissed and spat out static. "Make me!"