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More pictures of Celestial Moira, because yes-

She is so pretty.

SHE IS SO DAMN PRETTY!

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GUYS GUYS GUYS

LOOK AT HER LOOK AT HER SHE IS SO PRETTY

…also yes I caved in and bought her-

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A Little Treat

Imagine…

Going to visit Moira around lunch time while she’s working in the genetics ministry lab in Oasis.

Strolling through the university grounds with no issues given it’s become routine to pay a visit to your favorite red head to drop off treats or coffee and make sure she doesn’t work herself to death.

Entering in while she’s hunched over a microscope with plenty of notes she’ll have to stay and go over and write reports till even after the university closes.

She doesn’t turn around yet, instead responding in her usual monotone tone she gets when she’s focused.

“I’m working-“

The response only being interrupted when you place a coffee cup and a small paper bag with a warm pastry from the nearby cafe you both frequent to.

Moira looks up from the microscope, those red and blue eyes soon befalling on the peace offering next to her on the workbench. Soon after her eyes drift on over to you as the hardened look in her eyes softens a fraction.

“Hmph, I presume this is your way of saying I take a break?”

She answered rhetorically, she obviously would, not like she could just shoo you away when you’ve been practically ritualistic with how you always came to check up on her and make sure she actually ate something.

It was a charming and an annoying act she’d learned to tolerate and later on love, that in her life of logic and intellectual pursuits, she’d come to find an emotional indulgence in your mere presence alone. And it was intoxicating, like a forbidden ichor she couldn’t get enough of, all from the simplest of acts that you did.

Moira would spend her lunch break with you, going over her work of the day. Asking for your opinions or input all while enjoying the treats of nice coffee and pastry, but the most delicious treat was having you in her workplace, that only she was having the fine privilege of you spending time with her.

Her sat on her desk chair while you sat on the edge of the desk so casually as you sipped on your own drink and munched your own snack. Occasionally talking or responding between bites or sips, even if you aren’t versed in anything scientific, she still likes listening to your responses to her work. Both the negatives and positives, Moira just liked getting a taste of how your brain worked.

At some point she has to get back to work. She knew you too had to get on with your day, and while a part of her wouldn’t mind having you in the lab (you’d make the perfect eye candy for her sore eyes) she knew your presence alone distracted her from finishing her work.

But as her eyes drift over towards you, she can’t help reach a hand up to casually brush some crumbs off your cheek and fix some out of place hair. She suddenly grabs your chin, tilting your head up for her to look directly down at you. She leaned down just a bit enough to press a light peck to your forehead.

“Thank you for the treats, coinín.”

She simply responded, enjoying the reaction on your face. Even if her exterior was practically apathetic or the pure definition of cold. She still would allow you to be the only weakness she allowed herself, a small treat, an indulgence, all for herself.

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**AHEM**

Hello just popping in for posting for the first time in all my years of owning tumblr to say

THIS SONG?

This song is Moira coded and you can’t tell me otherwise.

Need I say more?

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