#unfogged

Hard rain comes down with an excessive amount of force, to the point that the water is almost falling sideways. It hadn’t been her intention to be out this long, drifting between alleyways and keeping to the shadows, but too many thoughts had been on her mind since she’d started to resurface, finding those she holds closest to her heart again - and some she never quite did.

But as the rain began to fall, Ana’s feet - despite her aging bones - pick up the pace, navigating through the homes, lit up with warm and comfort to one particular door, giving a loud enough knock in short repetition.

It takes a moment, and in that, Ana’s mind relapses, wonders if this is a mistake, if she should just leave -- until, of course, Dr. O’Deorain opens the door, water splattering in across the threshold. 

  “I didn’t know where else to go,” It slips out faster than she intends it, and while she contemplates repeating it for Moira’s sake, the other woman no sooner invites her inside with the offer of a drink. Relieved, she offers a small, tight smile as she walks in, clearly soaked, even through the many layers of her long coat, hood, and hijab. Careful not to drip everywhere, she stays on the doormat of the foyer, gently closing the door behind her. 

　　she opened her mouth to argue, but strangely enough, she couldn't find it in her to really make an argument. everyone had left her or maybe she had left them. regardless, the fact that her phone had remained silent throughout the worst year of her life was a sign that someone had left someone.

Penelope had never intended to make a job out of what essentially started as a fascination. She intended to be a writer and she did still find work as a writer, she had her books she was working on, but her main job was at a tattoo parlor, in a little back room decorated with light blue walls and leather books, working as a piercer. She had been lucky to find an apprenticeship at a local shop and then a job at Lisandro's shop when that one closed after the owner passed. She has been there for a bout a year now and there were still days she felt like an imposter.

"Pretzel," Howie asks, holding out the bag and giving it a little shake towards the stranger. Okay, so, the stranger might be put off by random pretzel offerings, but Howie doesn't really care. If he's stuck in this godforsaken airport for a few hours then he might as well make some friends. It's more appealing than doom scrolling insta for the fifth time and he can't text Maddie at work and he'd face time Anne again, but he knows Jee's napping and he's not going to mess up her schedule just because he's a little bored. Howie's a grown adult capable of keeping himself entertained.

Sorta.

　　' i'm actually... avoiding a certain doctor right now. i set his friend up on a date with one of the nurses in the nicu and now he blames me for the fact he no longer has anyone to watch wwe and monster trucks with. ' truthfully, this wasn't even the safest place to hide from him, but at least things were busy enough that she could successfully dodge him with work to do. and she had done it on purpose to piss him off, just to show that she could. ' i swear things weren't this complicated before i took some leave. '

The laugh that emanates the air is humorless. She hates field work, hates training for it all the more. She's bored, has no desire to continue, and wishes to get back to the quiet and solitude of her lab. But Ana, and Overwatch, have other ideas. If she wishes to participate in missions and keep her place in Blackwatch, Moira needs to meet goals. How dull. Ana's been beating her these last few minutes, getting the upperhand in a way that leaves Moira mildly disappointed in herself. Moira walks a circle around the other woman, bringing her hand out to draw some of the life out of her. In the next instant, Moira fades to the other side and replenishes that taken life. She gives, she takes, again and again. She fades once more, this time directly in front of Ana, just a few inches between them. "Give me a challenge then, Captain. You're boring me."

Ana’s intense stare does not relent; as Captain of Overwatch, often stuck behind a desk with mission briefs and damage reports, she’s needed to find an outlet for some time. Making it necessary for all members of both sides of the organization to keep up with mandated training seemed to be the best solution going forward. Despite this, she can tell Dr. O’Deorain would rather be anywhere else - but it’s what keeps Ana goading her into it. 

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Quality Time 

what is your muse’s ideal date night? God. During his hosting days, Tahno would convince a customer to drink and drink until her wallet was drained ; their determination for his devotion decided how successful his salary was.

Now? Tahno still isn't turned off on the idea of doting on his partner or buying expensive gifts ; he's just a tad more suspicious.

Tahno does adore a fancy date night, but his pleasure is now found in helping his partner get ready and finding what outfit suits them best.

how comfortable is your muse with prolonged eye contact? It depends.

He finds cute ladies and feminine men less threatening.

If it's a very masculine male or a female with a combative personality, he's bristling for a fight.

does your muse prefer conversation or just sitting quietly with their s/o? bOTH?

First dates mean conversation and feeling out the level of control he can have.

Long term relationships? End up with him laying quietly on the couch with his partner, in one of his long bath robe and cooing at them to kiss him.

is it easy for your muse to devote their full attention to one person at a time?

yES. Tahno, though an entire disaster, is VERY dedicated to whoever he decides is his partner.

　　' is it really that late? i think i might still be on antarctica time. ' a soft chuckle left mei's lips as she set down her pen on the lab counter where she had been finishing up a few charts. it was simply weather data that needed to be graphed and analyzed later, but it was relaxing and perfect to wind down with.