![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sword_redemptionIt starts with loud crash, like the sound of cars colliding, but worse, bigger, that sickening crunch-pop of metal and glass. The screen on the rune goes black, like something falling down, through something else. There's a flash of red: Rodimus's voice giving a startled cry, melding with a sound some might recognize as Drift's.
Then it’s light, or lighter, a louring horizon over a ruined cityscape. Wherever this was, it must once have been beautiful: elegant spires that once stretched languidly upward now shattered and charred, half-melted, that worst kind of ruin where you can still see the original beauty, in little glimpses, underneath.
Those are facts, reality, or at least a reality at some point in time. Drift’s subconscious, though, takes the rest of it, launching from there into the worst of his fears: shady figures from his imagination, indistinct and blurry, but with the weight and substance of pure malevolence, tearing through the city, ravaging it.
And Drift's voice, the cry of despair, echoing diegetically in the memory. "I'd done everything you asked for! Everything!"
Then it’s light, or lighter, a louring horizon over a ruined cityscape. Wherever this was, it must once have been beautiful: elegant spires that once stretched languidly upward now shattered and charred, half-melted, that worst kind of ruin where you can still see the original beauty, in little glimpses, underneath.
Those are facts, reality, or at least a reality at some point in time. Drift’s subconscious, though, takes the rest of it, launching from there into the worst of his fears: shady figures from his imagination, indistinct and blurry, but with the weight and substance of pure malevolence, tearing through the city, ravaging it.
And Drift's voice, the cry of despair, echoing diegetically in the memory. "I'd done everything you asked for! Everything!"
