#moira o.

[amadaans]

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moira sits poised on the counter, glass of wine in hand as she watches the other woman cook her signature dish. the geneticist herself is not a good cook, knows how to make the basics and even then they don't always turn out edible. so when someone wishes to cook a meal for her, she lets them without any argument.

a gurgle from her stomach betrays her patience, and she takes a sip of her wine in response. "it smells delicious," moira tells the cat, leaning forward, elbows on her knees. she realizes, now, that she hasn't eaten all day. this happens more often than not.

[amadaans]

WHAT FORM OF LOVE DO YOU EMBODY?

love as violence. [ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

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[amadaans]

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"you're fine. you're fine."

if there's a panic in moira's voice, it's hardly noticeable, but she can hear it. she can hear how her voice tightens, how it sounds marginally higher. so minuscule, yet known to anyone who knows her.

the woman currently bleeding out on the ground, moira knelt beside her, knows her well.

mismatched hands press against the wound, attempting to staunch the blood so readily flowing from it. moira should have been here, damn it. she should have been closer, more easily accessible. she hates field work.

with one hand still pressing to the wound, she tears a bit of cloth from her shirt with the other, hearing it tear along the seams. it goes right through her, but she's quick to press the fabric to the bloody wound. "talk to me," she says, bloodied hand come to press against selina's cheek. "don't sleep."

[amadaans]

@colecassiidy

she stares down the barrel of a gun and not for the first time. she doesn't imagine it will be the last either. moira is calm, back straight and hands clasped in front of her. she's unarmed, certainly not dangerous in this situation. if she tries anything, even moves the wrong way, she believes that cole might pull that trigger.

"i come in peace," she says, almost mocking. hands raise slowly in front of her, palms forward. after a moment, she lowers them to clasp together once more. "have you known peace, cole, since everything crumbled beneath you?" she doesn't imagine he has, and certainly not since she's heard of overwatch's recall.

[amadaans]

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moira holds a knife in hand, tip spinning gently against one of her fingertips, hilt in other hand. eyes are on rosie, a gleam in the mismatched colors. "and how long, exactly, does such a wound take to heal?" moira is taking notes, now it's time to experiment.

[amadaans]

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"you shouldn't be here." despite her words, moira can't help the slight smile that pulls at the corner of her lips. dio is only lucky that moira is at her lab so late. she wonders, briefly, if it is reaper she came to see, rather than her, but she finds she's okay with that. she's happy to see the young woman.

"considering i am still alive and well, i take it you haven't told your new overwatch companions about our rather close relationship?"

[amadaans]

‘you don’t want to do that.’

intimidation prompts / @colecassiidy

hand poised in the air, it takes a moment for moira to lower them. she's ready to strike, but she knows has no chance against the man before her. she doesn't have her gear, has only hands and the claws on them. she can be shot before she even gets a half a strike in.

"what do you suggest i do?" fingers twitch against her palm, anger coursing through her.

[amadaans]

❝ you can never go back, and you have to live with that. ❞

dreamcore + weirdcore / @colecassiidy

"i find i do not want to go back." she does not wish to move backwards, she wants to only move forward. there are very few regrets she has, and those she has are not any she wishes to go back and change. "and you are right. i do have to live with that. i have made peace with it, and have no intention of trying move backwards."

in a way, she's lying to herself. she absolutely does wish she could change one thing — allowing herself to get to the point she has, but she isn't ready to admit that quite yet.