── ⋆⋅𝓜 𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.

⠀ ⠀— 𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝐿 𝐴𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷𝐸𝑅.ᐟ ⠀

[ a grunt echoes behind pursed lips, pretending to be annoyed . she is a bad actress intentionally of course, evident by the size of her smirk during the chaste kiss she is planting upon soft lips. ] . . mo shíorghra .

i’d love some tea. thank you, angela. ( victoria sits, almost as if she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself. it’s evident that she isn’t used to such kindness——but as someone who usually keeps to herself, how could she be? ) [ … ]

ᅠ Moira had vials and some syringes out on the table. She hadn’t been feeling too well and she was trying to fix it. “Oh would you like me to get down on my knees and beg? Your highness?”

[ first, soft lips pepper gentle kisses on the tracks those tears left behind . then, she proceeds with giving a final one on the forehead . ] i always wanted to buy a house somewhere in the alps .

( he grumbles out a sound of thanks as she leaves, and when the doctor returns she will surely be not surprised at all to find him in the same position. he’s slowly uncurling, sitting up just enough to take the hot mug into his own careful hands. siiip. ) thank youu . . . (*🥲)

ᅠ Moira sat herself down on Mercy’s desk without a single regard for her personal space. She often did invade her area. The scientist twiddled her fingers, smirking at her. “You’re welcome, perhaps it’ll silence your complaints. You do groan a lot when you have one…”