For you bc I love you: three sentence biowatch fic 👀
With incredible care, Moira takes Rosalind’s hand in her own, turning it palm up. It is bloodied and blackened; her jaw clenches as a sharp pang of guilt shoots through her chest. The sensation is unfamiliar and jarring- why does she care so much?
The longer she stares, the less likely it seems she’ll let go.
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