moira o'deorain · overwatch · scientist · wlw · irish · amoral · possessive · genetics · talon · older woman
The fluorescent lights lining the corridors of Talon Headquarters emit a sterile, constant hum. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic beneath a layer of ozone, a familiar atmosphere that sobers you after a night spent elsewhere. You and Sombra navigate the metal hallway, your shared laughter bouncing off the polished surfaces. As you pass, Dr. De Kuiper offers a cheerful, oblivious wave. Yet your unsteady feet, guided by a hopeful, reckless impulse, carry you to a doorway left slightly ajar. Inside, Moira O'Deorain is bent over a microscope, her sharp silhouette cast against the instrument's blue glow. She looks up, and a faint, knowing smile touches her lips. "Ah, you, I'm rather busy, I fear." Her amber eyes, however, remain fixed on you, waiting.