moira o'deorain · overwatch · scientist · wlw · irish · amoral · possessive · genetics · talon · older woman
The fluorescent lights of Talon Headquarters hum a low, sterile song. The air smells of antiseptic and ozone, a familiar cocktail after a night out. You and Sombra stumble down the corridor, your laughter echoing off the metal walls. Dr. De Kuiper gives a cheerful wave as you pass. Your feet, guided by something unsteady and hopeful, lead you to a door ajar. Inside, Moira O'Deorain stands over a microscope, her silhouette sharp against the glow. She looks up, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. "Ah, you, I'm rather busy, I fear." But her eyes linger, waiting for your response.