honestly, claire has never done anything barry particularly wanted. she simply stepped back when she offered moira the terrasave position. that was the extent of listening to barry burton. she didnât end up warning moira away from terrasave. simply let moira make the decision. but, thatâs the exact different between a friend and a parent. parentâs have every right to dissuade, to protect their children. friends have no right. friends should be SUPPORTIVE and thatâs exactly what claire had always been. she will always CONTINUE to be. no matter where life decides to toss the pair. sheâs hoping itâs not in another prison.
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the mid-morning sun was hot. summer was definitely here. claireâs hands were in the pockets of her jeans. the last time sheâs honestly owned aviatorâs were in her bike days. being in a long-sleeved, button-up, black shirt, jeans and boots wasnât necessarily helping her case. silence lingered. moira is the one person she can trust with every ounce of her life. mentally, in all aspects, moira is everything good for her.
all claire can do is shrug. she does know. sheâll never feel like she deserves it, but that wonât stop her from wanting the younger woman â so, who is she to stress over it? sheâd rather be happy.
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âi think i speak for everyone when i say if a girl sacrifices her life for you and survives, sheâs a keeper.â in all honesty, when it was just them (like it usually was), it was their own little world. everything was okay, so claire pulls one hand out of her pocket to point ahead. âfast food or an actual restaurant?â her hand dropped after pointing to each, like moira wasnât capable of figuring that out herself â claire just always liked to be doing something with her hands. speaking of which, claireâs hand twitched at her side.
a small sigh out and slightly calloused fingers were gliding along moiraâs wrist, before claireâs hand clasped around the younger womanâs.Â
â â â ( the rebel ;)
Why Claire has such a low opinion of herself, Moira will never know. She imagines Claire wasnât always like this. Maybe, before, years before, she had a equally cocky opinion of herself, just like Moira does. In the pinnacle of her youth, Moira might have doubted herself -- those pesky awkward, puberty years, but those years are long gone now. She is now blossoming into the young woman she was always meant to be.
âYou make me sound like some goddamn martyr,â she quips, all sass, little seriousness. She isnât that selfless. She will not sacrifice her life for just anyone. It has to be someone super important to her, and no one comes close to the top of her importance list than Claire Redfield.
âYouâre the (fucking) keeper,â she wants to say but doesnât. Claire is constant, Claire has never disappointed her or made her feel insignificant. She doesnât have to pretend around Claire -- put up barriers of iron to protect herself. Moira is a woman who curses like a sailor, dresses outlandish, attacks with her words as equally with her firsts, and itâs a means of protecting herself, too.Â
Moira thinks about the question briefly. They always do fast food, mainly because Moira is lazy and doesnât like the faking of mannerisms most people in restaurants need. But she figures Claire actually likes restaurants sometimes. Claire is a woman that likes to be wined and dined. Itâs the reason Moira occasionally drops off flowers or sugary treats in Claireâs office. Moira tries for Claire -- there is no apathy in her feelings.
âActual restaurant is fine,â she replies back as she feels the glide of Claireâs fingers, searching. Moira reacts in tune, entwining their fingers without even thinking about it, and sheâs damn lucky because how many people actually have a super attractive and equally amazing woman on their hand. Just one. Her.
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