"Death walks among you..."

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[moira-of-blackwatch-blog]

Gently she took hold of his well-formed arm then looked about. “You always had a wonderful set of veins.” She remarks. Once she found a spot and cleaned the vicinity with an alcohol wipe, Moira proceeds to inject the needle and push the thick liquid into his awaiting appendage. “There. You will feel a tingling sensation throughout the evening.” A reminder he often heard after every injection.

“I am just going to say this.” She discards the used syringe to the side. “Since I know you are waiting for a response from me.” The scientist pulls up a stool and perches herself upon it. Her long legs cross almost instinctively. “You take me out for dinner. I do not want anyone to know. How does that sound?”

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

The prick of the needle and anticipated tingles scarcely registered in his mind as he weighed her words carefully, gaze following her as she took a seat. He kept that half-smile upon his lips. “Hrmm ... you drive a hard bargain, doc...” Gabriel’s smile slowly widened, a mischievous glint in his eye. “...But I think I can live with those terms. Name a time and a place, then.”

[the-devils-keeper-deactivated20]

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[blackandmildwithgod]

If you scroll pass this you don’t got ten dollars

[apollonne-deactivated20201016]

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[apollonne-deactivated20201016]

Guys i literally just got tipped $10 at work

[moira-of-blackwatch-blog]

“That is normal.” She states as a matter-o-fact. “You will feel different sensations.” Like there is an invisible path, Moira walks to the other side of the room to collect a needle. The item is filled with a liquid she cared little to elaborate on but would be familiar to the commander. “Just one dosage today. Next week I cannot promise how many you will be receiving.”

Returning to his side, she dances her elegant fingers against his arm and offers a smirk. “Can you pull up your sleeve for me?” She displays a relaxed position yet if he was to plan anything, she would be on the ready for it. “Please?" 

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

Gabriel maintained his same calm suave composure as he watched her approach, syringe in hand. He had long since become desensitized to the weekly course of injections and by now, this was no longer even a distraction. He was still watching her intently, searching for anything amiss ... anything out of place. That was part of the attraction, however. No matter how much he thought he knew and understood about her, there was always so much more he could never predict. She always kept him guessing. Without any hesitation, his left hand grasped the right sleeve of his jacket and slid it up to just beyond his elbow, leaving the entirely of his forearm exposed to her. Like a predator lying in wait for his prey to drop their guard, he waited for her to proceed.

[moira-of-blackwatch-blog]

“Maybe I am starting to pick up habits. People tend to bust into my lab without giving me time to properly prepare. Speaking of which..” She allows their ‘tender’ moment to last for a split second longer before she pulls away to walk to the door. “I think we need a bit of privacy.” Her fingers dance against a keyboard then the harsh sound of locking echoed through the vicinity.

“Let us go over the usual. How has your sleeping been? Feeling any odd side effects or anything out of the ordinary?” She returns to Gabe’s side then leans against the chair without much thought. “From my calculations, you should be feeling a slight change but nothing too drastic. Maybe an increase in wanting to eat.”

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

As he watched her lock the door he wasn’t sure if this was some sort of bizarre idea of foreplay ... or one of her real exams. For the moment, he decided to play along with whatever happened and treat this as business as usual, until he had reason to believe otherwise. But the look on his face made it clear that he was still secretly expecting her to pull something out of the ordinary on him. “Sleep’s the same as always ... which is to say like shit. Only thing that’s a side effect of is work. But now that you mention it, yeah ... I have been feeling hungrier lately...” While he was being sincere he couldn’t help but let a sly smirk slide across his lips.

[moira-of-blackwatch-blog]

The pressure against her fingers as she cleaned only increased drastically. His speech about fighting for someone is more than just strange to her and luckily he wasn’t able to see her face while it fought against a twisted expression.

“Flattering. The commander has taking an interest in me. What would the other think?” After properly disposing the chemicals then washing her hands, she walks over with little to no rush. “Some of your men tend to not trust me the way you do.” A faint coo escape her lips once she reaches the back of his chair.

Once she is able to access his face, her palm met up with the side of his face in order to comb the ends of her digits against his facial hair. “This is a great opportunity to give you a check-up. Do you have time for one?" 

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

Hazel eyes watched her every move intently, a small smile returning to his lips as she neared. “My men don’t have to deal with my condition ... so they don’t see you the way I do. Or as often.” His left brow raised slightly. “And since when do I give a damn about what anyone else thinks about my choices...? Hasn’t stopped me before.“ He tensed ever so slightly at the touch of her hand and the oddly-pleasant feel of those long nails scratching through his goatee. For all the ways she’d ever laid her hands on him, in the years they’ve known and worked together ... this was entirely new. There was something almost ... tender about it. He could get used to this... A low deep chuckle passed him as his smile widened into a lopsided grin. His hand reached out to softly move a lock of her fiery red hair out from her face. “A ‘check-up’, hmm...? Didn’t know you were in the habit of talking walk-ins, doc. Do I have the time? No, not really...” The hand that had smoothed back her hair now drifted down the side of her neck and came to rest upon the curve of her shoulder. “...But I’m the commander. I can make the time. Check away.”

[moira-of-blackwatch-blog]

“I have to admire you. You are my work and part of a bigger plan.” She begins to speak as she turns around to pick up the spill behind her. “I am putting a lot of thought into you. Besides…” There came a rather lengthy pause. At first the words did not quite slip from her tongue with ease. Generally Moira is rather skilled with her swift comebacks yet not this time.

“Emotions are what get in the way of true research. Even if there is a hint of something, it would do nothing but hinder us and our future endeavors. Don’t you concur?”

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

“Having something worth coming back to makes you fight harder to survive.” The amused playful tone had left him, lower and softer now than before. He was no longer smirking as he continued to eye her levelly. Was he mistaking her lingering glances for something more because it was what he wanted, too? Perhaps. Familiarity breeds fondness and the amount of time they spent together--both in the lab and out in the field--had made him feel a connection with her he hadn’t expected to find. He saw in her so many of the same qualities he found within himself. Emotionally distant, often employing sarcasm and humor to keep people at arm’s length ... both willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals ... and he couldn’t help but wonder if she, too, had been burned by trying to open her heart to others. He was so damned tired of being alone, though. Perhaps she was, too.

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

((My Gabriel kept the pre-SEP look all throughout his Overwatch/Blackwatch career, with only the addition of scars/wrinkles over time and slight change in eye color. Fite me about it.

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

((Continued from here.)) Gabriel slowly shook his head as he walked further into the room, gradually closing the distance between them. “We’re both adults, here, Moira … let’s drop the coy little head games, hmm? You know damn well what I mean.” Most people would stop at about three feet away–the typical courtesy distance, just outside the other person’s personal space. And yet … he continued past this invisible boundary … until he was close enough to be touching her. A hand rested on either side of her, upon the table she was leaned against. His tone was lower, almost upon the edge of a growl, as he murmured, “You don’t look at me like a scientist with a subject … there’s need in those pretty lil’ eyes of yours. And I’m just trying to understand why…” He remained at this point blank distance, studying her face intently with only a few inches of space remaining between them.

[moira-of-blackwatch-blog]

Their relationship had always been strictly professional. She did what needed to be done and by the end of the night, she obtained the much desired research she had longed for. However, this sudden shift in atmosphere may have caught her slightly off guard. Was it enough to dismember her usual cocky expression? No, it held firm along her sleek features.

The edge of her mouth went up into an over dramatic smile. “Gabriel.” Her long fingers moved up to her chest in smooth manner. “I find that your actions are rather different from your usual. Are these new side effects?”

She took this moment to move her foot forward before tapping it lightly against the counter’s side. It was just enough to cause the vial behind her to tip over, spilling its unknown contents all over the flat surface.

“I will need to pick that up. How about we have a seat…?” Her eyes hood themselves just before her hand creeps up to rub his shoulder. “Mmm?”

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

A wicked smirk slithered across his lips, hazel eyes scanning her for a few moments longer before he with drew from her just enough to free her from the subtle trap he had snared her in. “Man, if only you were as good at dodging out in the field as you are in conversation...”, he teased. He set himself down in the nearest seat so that he could watch her clean up the ‘accidental’ mess. “You always sabotage your own work to get out of talkin’ about your feelings?”

[xekstrin]

[moira-of-blackwatch-blog]

@thegravecannotholdme

[bombing]

the multiple failed assassination attempts made against me have helped build both character and self esteem

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

"Oh Gaaaaaabe~" Lena giggled, poking the cleft in his mask where a nose would have been, "I'm boooreddd!!"

“……….” The glowing violet eyes within the mask blinked twice. “….And what do you want me to do about that? I’m not your damned babysitter.” He knew well enough to know this wouldn’t be enough to deter her, but … a wraith could dream.

[dcja-vu-archives-blog]

Lena pouted, crossing her arms and leering up at the wraith.

“You know I’m too unstable to be left alone, and you’re the only one on baaase~.”

Oh, Lena knew that she could be left alone just fine, but like always, Reaper was always the subject of her teasing

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

He heaved a heavy sigh with a roll of his eyes. “Ugh ... fine, then.” He thought for a moment, trying to come up with some way to occupy her attention without letting her get herself (and by association him) in too much trouble. The last thing he needed was another reason for the Council to come down on him. “Let’s take you to the target range. Maybe putting some pulse rounds into something will settle you down.” He stared down at her intently, eyes narrowing visibly from the eye holes of the raven skull mask. “Notice I said something, not someone.”

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

((Continued from here.)) Gabriel slowly shook his head as he walked further into the room, gradually closing the distance between them. “We’re both adults, here, Moira ... let’s drop the coy little head games, hmm? You know damn well what I mean.” Most people would stop at about three feet away--the typical courtesy distance, just outside the other person’s personal space. And yet ... he continued past this invisible boundary ... until he was close enough to be touching her. A hand rested on either side of her, upon the table she was leaned against. His tone was lower, almost upon the edge of a growl, as he murmured, “You don’t look at me like a scientist with a subject ... there’s need in those pretty lil’ eyes of yours. And I’m just trying to understand why...” He remained at this point blank distance, studying her face intently with only a few inches of space remaining between them.

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

"Oh Gaaaaaabe~" Lena giggled, poking the cleft in his mask where a nose would have been, "I'm boooreddd!!"

“..........” The glowing violet eyes within the mask blinked twice. “....And what do you want me to do about that? I’m not your damned babysitter.” He knew well enough to know this wouldn’t be enough to deter her, but ... a wraith could dream.

[angelsinallhonesty]

[thegravecannotholdme-blog]

💝 :D

💝: Looks up to them as a role model.Uh-oh ... there go his Honey Nut Feelios. He might be getting misty-eyed under that mask. Maybe. <_<

[rosemehdee]

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