" I will watch over you. "

⚚ -- Angela “Mercy” Ziegler - Semi-selective, slightly canon-divergent, Indie Overwatch RP blog.

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Soft Affection

Send in an icon for my muse to: 

🎀 Play with your muse’s hair

✋ brush fingers/hold hands

👉 Gently poke or prod yours

💐 give a gift

🎎 sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours

🛌 take a nap with yours

🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other

🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item

☺ stroke your muse’s cheek/face

🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing

✨+ add your own

🐱 to reverse

[feorie-deactivated20210506]

New Mercy’s look is so good tho ;-;

[wachter--engel]

It was known Moira had liked Angela for awhile, so when she saw one of her collueges hitting on the woman she couldn't help but to feel jealous. Although she didn't show any signs at first except keeping her distance, she was grinding her teeth. It took a few moments before she walked over and slung an arm around Angela's midsection. In a way to others would look friendly. "Hey Angela, could I by chance speak to you later? Privately." She made emphasis on the word privately.

⚚ –

Angela hadn’t been expecting such an informal and… physical greeting from the geneticist, and almost jumped at the contact– All of her attention instantly diverting away from the man she had originally been chatting with. (Unfortunately, that wasn’t an uncommon occurrence when Moira was around.) 

“Oh– Dr. O’Deorain,” she replied, voice strained in surprise, “Yes… Of course. I should be free this afternoon, if that works well with your schedule.” 

[wachter--engel]

⚚ – @moira-will-restore-you

After being handled so roughly all Angela could utter was a small, surprised squeak; eyes wide with shock as she looked up at her colleague towering above her. 

Her first instinct was to apologize, but whatever primal fear she felt slowly began to fade once her mind managed to catch up to what had happened– 

So, instead of cowering, the blonde cleared her throat, attempting to right herself and stand tall under Moira’s shadow. “I– I don’t see what you mean,” she replied, looking up to meet the redhead’s gaze with a strong voice and a frustrated frown of her own, “We were having a perfectly decent conversation until you interrupted– rather rudely, I might add– And, regardless; how he looks at me isn’t something I can control for your pleasure.”

[moira-will-restore-you-deactiva]

Moira saw how Angela stood up for herself instead of simply cowering under her gaze as most did. She held the firm look on her face as she looked down at her. “He looks at you with pure voluptuous intent Angela.” Moira said keeping her cool. “A person who looks at you like that is trouble. I suggest you discuss it with him or I will”

[wachter--engel]

⚚ –

Angela nearly scoffed. If the man had been flirting with her, she wasn’t one to notice-- Nor did it bother her. And yet, it clearly bother Moira, which made the doctor pause to wonder. 

“No, Moira-- That’s nonsense,” she replied after a moment, brushing aside her colleagues worries with a wave of her hand, “Even if he was trying to express his interest in me, I have no desire in pursuing anything with him beyond a professional relationship. So, there’s really no need to worry.”

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[moira-will-restore-you-deactiva]

Open starter.

Moira gave a sigh propped against the couch in her room. She was exausted and as per usual insomnia was hitting her hard. She had tried moving from the bed to the couch and vice versa and just couldn't find sleep.

Moira not long after had stood and dressed in her usual clothing. No point on laying around doing nothing. She exhaled as she walked out into the cool hallway. She had a pair of socks on and her shoes in hand as to not make a lot of noise as she walked.

Eventually she made her way to her lab and sat down and put on her shoes and turned towards her computer to read over some of her notes to get started on some of her work.

[wachter--engel]

⚚ —

Angela had always had a horrible habit of staying up far later than she should-- But, it was easy to excuse when she had mountains of work to do.

Tonight wasn’t any different and the quiet of the empty office space was a welcome change from the usual hussle and bussle of her colleagues milling about the building during the day. Now it was silent, save for the unexpected sound of muffled footsteps making their way down the hall, passed her cracked office door, and into another room down the corridor. Angela recognized the familiar sounds of a door being carefully pried open, and then closed behind them. Normally the young doctor would have ignored any other presence in the calm of the night, but the recognizable red hair she had spied through the small, unnecessary window in her office had her curious.

Setting aside her work for now, the blonde was quick to get up from her seat and follow the shadow down the hallway— knocking sharply at the closed door with the name ‘Dr. Moira O’Deorain’ tacked nearly onto its surface. It took Angela a good moment before she realized that the door wasn’t latch, and, scolding herself, she eventually took the liberty to push it open a crack and call into the large, echoing space, “Dr. O’Deorain...?— Moira?”

[moira-will-restore-you-deactiva]

Moira had just loaded up her computer with the notes she needed when she heard the knocking on her door. It seems she had disturbed someone. She reached over and flicked on a small lamp that was on her desk.

"Yes what is it?" She questioned her voice slightly tense. She hadn't bothered to look around her monitor which from the door blocked her face, leaving her red hair and forehead only to be seen. The colors black and red illuminated the wall behind her and on her hair.

[wachter--engel]

⚚ —

For a moment Angela couldn’t make her out passed the darkness of the lab and the contrasting desktop lighting. Squinting into the dimness, the doctor furrowed her brows and stepped into the room, trying her best to see passed the shadows and shapes hiding in the darkness-- But then the lamp switched on, and that red hair was flooded in light, making the geneticist’s presence much easier to make out. 

“Oh-- I hope I’m not disturbing you, but I couldn’t help but notice you passing by my office,” she replied, making her way toward the light and where Moira was seated under it. “Did something pressing come up...?” 

[moira-will-restore-you-deactiva]

"Does it have to be pressing for me to want to come here and do my work" Moira asked pushing herself away from her monitor and towards the side so Angela could see her.

Moira's lack of sleep was obvious on her face to the trained eye. Her eyes were slightly baggy and her eyes were slightly red. A thin pair of spectacles sat ontop her nose. "Is there something you need Dr. Ziegler?" Her voice didn't betray any real emotion as she spoke.

[wachter--engel]

⚚ —

“No-- No, not at all,” Angela replied quickly, a little taken aback by her colleague’s answer. Moira looked tired-- Hence the harshness. The doctor could see it in the lines on her face and the way she slumped backwards in her chair. Of course, her eye was trained to notice those things. Angela noticed a lot. 

Sighing to herself, the blonde stepped further into the room and closer to Moira’s desk. “I just wanted to check in,” she added, folding her arms neatly across her chest, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you visit your office this late into the night. I wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

[moira-will-restore-you-deactiva]

Moira raised an eyebrow at the other. She didnt exactly understand where Angela's compassion for others came from, although, she appreciated it. Would she openly admit that she was feeling the threads of insomnia like usual? Of course not.

"Angela I'm completely fine, i just have some work I needed to catch up on that I'm just now remembering" She said blinking at the blonde. Although nothing in her work was pressing at the moment, she believed that would help get Angela off of her back. She didn't want her to worry.

[wachter--engel]

⚚ – @moira-will-restore-you​

But, Angela worried anyway-- twisting and biting at her lips as she studied Moira’s response for any tells. They weren’t entirely close, but there were some things Angela just knew about the geneticist-- Like, how when she was busy or tired she grew forgetful; how she took her coffee; the fact that she hated disorder, yet seemed to thrive in it all the same. 

So, when Moira said that she was alright, Angela knew something was up, but decided not to press further-- instead nodding her response and offering her help where she could, “Alright, Moira. I’ll leave you be-- Would you like me to make you some coffee beforehand? I was just about to run down to the kitchen to grab myself a cup, so it wouldn’t be any bother..”

[wachter--engel]

It was known Moira had liked Angela for awhile, so when she saw one of her collueges hitting on the woman she couldn't help but to feel jealous. Although she didn't show any signs at first except keeping her distance, she was grinding her teeth. It took a few moments before she walked over and slung an arm around Angela's midsection. In a way to others would look friendly. "Hey Angela, could I by chance speak to you later? Privately." She made emphasis on the word privately.

⚚ –

Angela hadn’t been expecting such an informal and… physical greeting from the geneticist, and almost jumped at the contact– All of her attention instantly diverting away from the man she had originally been chatting with. (Unfortunately, that wasn’t an uncommon occurrence when Moira was around.) 

“Oh– Dr. O’Deorain,” she replied, voice strained in surprise, “Yes… Of course. I should be free this afternoon, if that works well with your schedule.” 

[wachter--engel]

⚚ – @moira-will-restore-you

After being handled so roughly all Angela could utter was a small, surprised squeak; eyes wide with shock as she looked up at her colleague towering above her. 

Her first instinct was to apologize, but whatever primal fear she felt slowly began to fade once her mind managed to catch up to what had happened-- 

So, instead of cowering, the blonde cleared her throat, attempting to right herself and stand tall under Moira’s shadow. “I-- I don’t see what you mean,” she replied, looking up to meet the redhead’s gaze with a strong voice and a frustrated frown of her own, “We were having a perfectly decent conversation until you interrupted-- rather rudely, I might add-- And, regardless; how he looks at me isn’t something I can control for your pleasure.”

[wachter--engel]

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[rondoel]

Two types with the same sense of style that would definitely and unintentionally constantly wear identical outfits around the base 👀

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[rondoel]

While practicing drawing fashion I discovered these three good-looking combinations:

- sombra / black & white

- angela / plaid

- zarya / anything

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[mythicalheartbeat]

Ships with height differences. Reblog if you agree

[willo--wist]

I got new watercolors for Christmas, so have a rough Mercy.

[kingdrawsstuff]

Merry Christmas everyone! I’ve got a late Christmas Angel coming later this week!! 

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