Who watches the watchmen

Skylar Moran. Angel Hybrid. Ward of Channie. Inventor. The present is theirs; the future, for which I really worked, is mine.

[lucymeadowes]

@skylar-moran:

Maybe she’d spend the rest of her life furious. Maybe ever waking moment was meant to be filled with words that burned holes through the back of her throat. Now the only thing running through her mind was how she really should have stayed in bed that morning. Maybe there wouldn’t be a wildfire in her chest now if she had. Groaning, she made her way through the familiar corridors. She’d been boycotting her office all day, losing herself in the hide aways of Lazarus all out of spite – spite at Kai, for hiring Walker, and spite at Walker for being, well, Walker. There was really only one person she wanted to see and as she turned the corner, Luce found herself hoping harder than ever that Sky would be there. 

And she was. 

Sky was curled over a microscope as Lucy leaned against the door, clearing her throat to gain Sky’s attention. “So, uh, I know we don’t really do hugs and I know you’re working but do you think we could do drinks instead? Like, I-need-to-be-drunk-five-minutes-ago-right-now.” 

[skylar-moran-blog]

Sky hadn’t heard the girl in the hall, not used to her walking so buisness like. Her friend didn’t walk like that, just like Kurtis who had a slow laid back tread and Izzy had a skipping one Lucy had a familiar rhythm. So she ignored it until she heard a throat clearing. Looking up from the microscope she saw Lucy - and she stood up going to her friend.

“What’s wrong? You look like - well like a ghost. I’m going to guess it’s not a ghost because you’d probably be more excited about that but - okay lets go. I’ll tell Izzy to cover me.” 

She didn’t normally do this - go out of work early. It wasn’t like her - but the look of Lucy said that she needed to. Sky had a decades for science, but Lucy needed her now. Sky ducked into her coat and grabbed the backpack she had pushing the files deep into the cabinet as she closed it.  “Scale of one to ten.” 

[theodorewalker]

@skylar-moran

“If I look around better, will I find zombie rats waiting for a cure too?”

[skylar-moran-blog]

Skylar looked up from her microscope. “I mean this is a lab in the basement of a hospital so we are looking at cures. If you find a zombie rat tell me and I’ll see.” 

Even though her attitude was blaze she slipped the file she was working on in her lap. After all most people didn’t and shouldn’t need to know about the species she was studying.

“Are you lost?” 

“I really need to put a sign up with directions on it.”

[angelic--thoughts]

@skylar-moran

She was visiting a patient that had gotten admitted. They tried to commit suicide in the cell. Nasty affair. Though since Adelise was rather new to this place and this was the first time she was in the hospital she had gotten rather lost and ended up in a lab instead. “Merde,” she swore. She was approaching late back to the station and she hated to be late. She saw a girl with brown hair. she was pretty and very cute. “Ah, hello?” she called out the french accent thick in each word. “But I am a bit lost,” she told her. 

[skylar-moran-blog]

Skylar wasn’t doing much - after all Izzy had left awhile ago and she was about to leave. Still pouring over the work in front of her the cogs had stopped working for the night.  Still she wanted to push on, or at least finish this sentence. That’s when she heard a voice. 

“That’s not uncommon,” she said not looking up for a second, “Most people take a wrong turn and end up down here - Let me help you.” 

Her eyes flickered up and she saw the woman in front of her. Without much grace or poise she looked away flipping the folder shut. “I mean I’m already on my way out.” 

[angel-channie]

“I know no one should be in at work. I sent out an email this morning. I’m calling some friends to make sure they have adequate supplies and shelter.” Channie was still in his work out clothes. He had waken up early like always to go to the gym when he heard the storm outside. He had spent the rest of the morning calling and sending emails to ensure that his employees would be safe at home. “Yes child, it does seem to be somewhat of a vacation day. Despite the terrible weather. And i’m sure if this was the apocalypse Beth would have barged in here with trumpets blaring.”

[skylar-moran-blog]

“You know what that means right?” She said her pajama bottoms still christmas - themed and a cheerful attitude that probably didn’t fit anything. “Now you gotta spend the day with me. And I’m not saying that because Izzy can’t come over - but kind of. So watcha want to do? I’m thinking of making cookies are you in? And I swear to heaven above I won’t make a mess if you help.”

[skylar-moran-blog]

“Uh Channie, I hate to break it to you but no one is going to be at work today.”

“Looks like you have a vacation day. Or it’s the end of the world. Hey Channie if it’s the end of the world do you get notified by the guys upstairs or not.”

@angel-channie

[regina-diavolo-blog]

“Passerotta, cosa vuoi dire di no, sono queste persone stupide? Bah!” Shaking her head, words swift and thick with disgust, Maura stared at the other woman before twisting her head away. “Espresso, per favore.”

She had enough restraint to wait until the waitress was gone before turning black eyes onto Skylar once more, but her frown was still just as sharp. “You are more beautiful than the dancers I saw in school, passerotta, do not let anyone tell you different. You are…sei magnifico.”

[skylar-moran-blog]

“I- I’m sorry are you upset?” Skylar said her face falling as the waitress left. She really hadn’t meant to upset her. 

That was until she realized why she was upset. “Oh - oh thank you. That’s very kind.” She wanted to say something about Maura. How she admired her hair, and the bone structure in her face. But Skylar wasn’t able to say it in anyway that wasn’t coldly scientific. After all her eye was detecting symmetry, and how the golden ratio played on her face, not words Shakespeare would have said. She could tell Maura that her smile was perfect, literally perfect but she wasn’t sure how to say it. In away that the woman in front of her hadn’t already heard before.

“Could I hear you play? Sorry that came out of no where didn’t it, but I haven’t heard a good violinist in a very long time. I understand if it’s a no after all it’s your job you probably don’t play for strangers.” She was babbling again, and she made herself stop by biting her lip for a second. She had to get better at that.

[regina-diavolo-blog]

“You would look wonderful in blue, passerotta.” 

There was a bit of a thoughtful frown to her mouth then, and she traced her thumb along the edge of her bottom lip in a slow slide. Eyes following the other woman as she shifted in her seat, Maura spoke slowly, fought with herself for a moment to find the English she needed. 

“Espresso. It is my turn then, no? Has anyone told you today that you are beautiful?”

[skylar-moran-blog]

Sky smiled slightly, “I hope so I wear it often enough.” 

She watched behind her eyeglasses as Maura tried to find words. It wasn’t exactly easy to speak in a different language, most of the time Skylar had to pause to figure out exactly what she wanted to say herself. 

“Espresso they should -,” Skylar’s voice pandered out with the question. “Ah - No.” If she was to be honest she hadn’t heard it in a long time. The only times she really remembered was when her mother whispered it to her, after all the girl lying in the hospital bed was hardly beautiful.  People  praised her on her intelligence if they said anything about her.

She tried to find a question or something to say, but luckily the waitress  actually came. “Could I just have a regular coffee, please?” 

[regina-diavolo-blog]

Her grin was sultry, a slow curl along the full, pouting crimson blossom of her lips, and Maura gave it freely. Legs crossing beneath the table, she held her chin in one hand, murmuring in soft, unintelligible Italian. What a wonder it was, to make a person nervous like that, to watch their eyes widen and see a scarlet flush crawl across their skin. Maura wanted to trace the color with her fingers then, kiss it with tongue and teeth until blood threatened to spill down the woman’s cheeks and throat. 

“Mia tesoro, I would rather have your attenzione than theirs.”

“Red. Rosso is desire and passion, lussuria. You are intelligent, innocent and…soft? Not that is, that isn’t the word I want,” Frowning, Maura tapped her fingernails against the curve of her jaw. “Cazzo Inglese. What of you?”

[skylar-moran-blog]

Skylar’s eyes widened at her statement - although part of it was in italian she understood it well enough. If she was being completely honest she wasn’t particularly sure what was happening in the moment. She’d never been this - well impromptu. Especially with someone who was clearly attractive and out of her league. 

“Red? I can see it. I mean I think it would look nice on you.” Skylar glossed over the words she’d said about herself, although she heard each of them. “Don’t worry about it. I do it all the time in French. My favorite color is blue, although I don’t really have an indepth reason for it.” 

She just remembered the color everywhere. Hospitals after all don’t use red or rich colors, they used a pale blue. It was comforting to her in away. It felt like home, but she wasn’t sure how to express that. It would be delving way to much into her own psyche. 

“This is a boring question, but how do you take your coffee?” Skylar said a bit of a smile on her face as she noticed the waitress coming over.

[regina-diavolo-blog]

“My little bambino, my cousin is here, Raniero. There was nothing left for me in Florence since my father passed.”

“No, no a …a lab-entist? That is the word, yes? It sounds important. What sort of experiments? I play, that is what we do, no?” Head turning slowly, wet black eyes slipping over the establishment, Maura hummed beneath her breath before seating them herself. “I play for people who pay too much to see me play, who fall asleep during my shows.”

[skylar-moran-blog]

“Oh - I’m so sorry. Have you found your cousin?” Their was a twinge of sadness there. After all Skylar was an orphan herself. 

“A Lab-tech? Or A Chemist. I’m a bit of both actually. I do mostly genetic experiments now. I’m working on a project for it, mostly I run health test for the hospital. Not very glamorous.” She wanted to tell her about all the things she’d done in the past. All the discoveries - all the exciting advancements. But she couldn’t, really she wasn’t even allowed to. Sitting across from her she nodded. “Yeah I get that. No one appreciates you until you stop. Still I find it surprising that anyone wouldn’t be paying rapt attention if you were playing. I - uh.” She stuttered slightly as she realized what she was implying. “What’s your favorite color?” 

[regina-diavolo-blog]

“None. A secret can cause just as much trouble as a lie, no?”

“I play violin, professionally trained at Juilliard. You? Intelligent looking woman, you must be important, no?”

[skylar-moran-blog]

“I suppose. I don’t lie much at all, but theres a few things people rather me keep to myself.” Her eyes got wide, “really? Wow you must be really good. Why are you on this damn island? - wait let me answer you first before you answer me on that. I am head of the genetics lab, I don’t think I’m really important or anything. Nothing like you. Mostly I just do experiments. And I’m babbling.”

Sky opened the door holding it open for Maura she asked as if she couldn’t help herself. “So what is a professional violinist doing here?”

[regina-diavolo-blog]

“Bah,” Tossing her head, voice thick in the low of her throat, the sound of disgust she made fought with the grin that pulled at her lips. “Ask, I have no secrets, Skylar Delilah.”

[skylar-moran-blog]

“None? I don’t think I have many, but I certainly have more then none. What do you do? For a living I mean. Oh here we are It’s the only diner in town actually.”

[regina-diavolo-blog]

“Fair then, I suck at American.”

There was a grin on her face despite her words though, just as sharp as it was teasing, and Maura swayed closer to the taller woman then. Hands going up with her shrugging motion, she kept time with the other woman’s pace, used to people taller than herself.

“Like a question game Or should I just give you things, pieces of myself? That game that American’s like to play, with-with the numbers and the questions.”

[skylar-moran-blog]

“You don’t sound it. And you’re looking for twenty questions. Which was what I was exactly proposing. Do you want me to start? I can if you want me too. Honestly I’m not much of a conversationalist. ”

[regina-diavolo-blog]

“A sculptor and a flutist? Skylar Delilah, mia bella, come mi ferisci, guarda a ciò che hai fatto per me, you hurt my heart!”

Pressing a hand to the swell of her breasts, there was a bit of laughter behind the wounded croon of her voice. She had to do something with her hands, to keep herself occupied, to keep them off of the other woman. So the one hand subtly held her breasts while the other coiled her fingers around the strap of her purse.

“No, no, per favore, keep going. I don’t mind.”

[skylar-moran-blog]

“To be fair they are pretty famous. I- am not very good at Italian I’m sorry.” She had learned French, not Italian when she was young. It helped at the time as a lot of the inventors were French, still it did nothing for this situation. 

Skylar’s face did indeed turn red this time as Maura told her to go on. It wasn’t that she was nervous about what she was saying, it was just facts she’d picked up, but it was the fact that the woman seemed to bring it out. 

“I- I mean you have to know a lot more about your own home then I do. Why don’t we play a game? I tell you a little bit about my life and you tell me a little bit about yours? That way I won’t break your heart anymore, and you don’t have to listen to facts about the plague.”

[regina-diavolo-blog]

“Italy. Place called Florence, maybe you’ve heard of it, si?” 

Laughing quietly, more of a giggle than anything else, Maura swayed beside the other woman. She was flustered for the first time in a while, caught off guard by wide eyes and a startled smile, and it wasn’t something she was used to. 

[skylar-moran-blog]

“Of course I’ve heard of it. It’s where Celini was. Also Michelangelo. it’s a city-state in Italy and it’s known for its wool guild and - I’m sorry I study for fun.” She started to lead a slow blush entering her face. She had a habit of babbling when nervous, or excited. If she really was being honest she just had a history of babbling. Usually not like a fool, however that was new.

[regina-diavolo-blog]

Smiling against Skylar’s knuckles, delighted, Maura released the woman’s hand after a moment to adjust her purse instead. 

“Skylar Delilah, I would love if you kept me company then.”

[skylar-moran-blog]

“Okay, uh this way Maura.” She took out her phone sending a quick text to Izzy. 

“So where are you from, if I can ask that.” 

[regina-diavolo-blog]

She hadn’t expected it to be that simple, that quick. Looking at the woman, wide eyed and just a bit startled, Maura grinned after a moment. Soft, cooing Italian spilled from her lips, and she caught Skylar’s hand with her own, pressing a kiss to the woman’s knuckles.

“Oh, così la bella signora si tenermi compagnia? Farò ne vale la pena, lo prometto, non sarà nemmeno rendersi conto che non si è al lavoro.”

“I would love a good cup of coffee.”

[skylar-moran-blog]

Skylar let the woman take her hand not catching most of what Maura had said. She wasn’t really good at Italian, and to be fair she was amazed that she even knew it was that language. 

“I- know a place just a bit away.” Sky took out her phone with the hand that Maura didn’t have. After all she reasoned to herself she would have wanted someone to show her around. Beth had done it, but this woman had been asking strangers for help. So it was safe to assume that she needed someone to help. Right? 

[regina-diavolo-blog]

“No? Hm, well, I hope I am god enough that you won’t need to find another.”

There was a splash of color across her skin then, and Maura watched it with fascination. She had caused that, with her touch and her words, and it had been a while since she’d distracted someone like that. Disappointment pulled her lips into a pout then though, and Maura rocked on her heels to stare at the taller woman. 

“Needed, I need help on a different matter now. See, its my first day on the island, and the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen is leaving me all alone.”

[skylar-moran-blog]

“I-,” Sky really wasn’t sure what she could say to that. After all the scientist was barely able to be coherent right now let alone come up with something witty. She studied the face close to her and realized for a moment that she was upset.

Sky had probably done something wrong. 

“I- oh. You mean me. I’m- well I’m not the prettiest, but if you want I can show you around. Just for a little I can call my coworker and say I’m running late.”