Sweet Sacrifice- A mech could go mad in here. Swollen in darkness with only the comfort of the blinking monitors for company. Complete quiet. The burden of lives hanging in the balance of their attention span. He sits in there, though, ignoring the temptations of sleep, rest, and relaxation for reasons lost and ignored by others. They go on as if he never existed, leave him in that dungeon of a room to rot as they live their lives. No one cared, no one ever bothered to. Save him.
Day after day he would go in the room some didn't even know existed, just to be with the one whose spark called to his own.
Let it Go- Hateful words passed between them more than normal ones. Dangerous glares and punches and shoves were more common than affectionate smiles or hugs. They argued, and one became weary of their spat, they turned on their heel and stalked out to the usual place.
The other followed and would find the first outside, waiting. No words now, just their bond. Denial fading, do