xp_logs | Cecilia and Moira (Reply)

After these posts, Moira rushes off and tracks Cecilia down to show off her new shiny. They are girly.

Moira had taken the stairs nearly three at a time, not on purpose either, in her search for Cecilia. There was no way an incredibly intelligent woman would have missed that many clues and she was determined to show her the damned ring. She looked determined, if determined could grin like a mad woman, as she stuck her head in the open door. "_There_ ye are."

"Was I hiding?" Cecilia asked innocently from the common room of her and Madelyn's suite, beaming sweetly towards Moira as she patted the spot on the couch next to herself. "Alright, get over here and let me see this thing before you vibrate through the floor."

"I think tha's Shinobi or Kitty's trick," she said, grinning, but plopped enthusiastically down next to the other woman. The ring on her left hand glittered again as she moved it up to show it off. "Oh look, me 'ands 'ave stopped shakin'!"

"I've missed out on so much, I swear," Cecilia mused, smiling brightly and leaning over to get a look at the ring. "This is the first time someone's shown an engagement ring off to me.. oh, pretty.."

"Isnae it gorgeous?" Moira breathed. "I cannae believe Nathan _made_ this."

"He didn't sprain his brain again, did he?" Cecilia asked, casting a brief, serious look up at Moira before returning her attention to the ring. Because, really.. it was pretty. "Saps, the both of you. It's adorable."

"If'n ye did I'm goin' ta 'urt 'im," she said cheerfully, wiggling her fingers slightly to make it sparkle. "We're goin' ta cause people ta 'ave diabetes, jus' watch. Meself included. Nay tha' I'm nay lovin' every minute o' this."

"Oh, and diabetes now? Are you sure this is a healthy relationship?" Cecilia teased, lightly elbowing Moira in the side and laughing. "Stop making me acutely aware of how pathetic my personal life is, damn it."

Sticking out her tongue, she reached over and lightly poked Cecilia in the shoulder. "Ye dinnae even want ta see mine before Nathan came alon'. More barren than th' desert, I tell ye."

Cecilia rolled her eyes, and flashed a self-depricating grin. "Moira, honey, it is literally impossible to have a more barren track record than mine. Which is fine, really, since it gives me more attention to devote to important things."

"Work, school, yep, know where yer goin' wit' tha'." She waggled her eyebrows slightly. "Still, at least 'tis a bit more people friendly 'ere than it was at Muir when I did tha'."

"I wouldn't mind seeing Muir sometime," Cecilia admitted. "The way you and Nate go on about it sometimes.."

"I'd love ta 'ave ye over," Moira answered, truthfully. "I dinnae think I'd be able ta get ye out o' some o' th' labs, but yer more than welcome ta come alon' next time."

"I'll work on my fear of trans-Atlantic flights," Cecilia promised, smiling sheepishly. "Furthest out of New York I've ever been is Jersey."

"Nothin' ta fear, really. Fear is less when yer ridin' first class."

Cecilia shook her head, chuckling. "Doesn't matter which part of the plane you're in, you're still flying over nothing but water."

"Before I stopped drinkin', I was in love wit' th' little bottles o' drinks they gave ye. Makes ye think yer nay over water." Moira grinned.

"Madelyn's been a horrible influence on me, in that department," Cecilia groaned, grinning as she covered her face with both hands. "A month in this place, and I'm dragging her out for drinks."

"If I still drank, I would be ta. I've got other outlets, thankfully." She gestured around her. "Place'll drive ye completely bonkers. Speakin' o'..." Moira nudged her gently in the shoulder. "'ow're yer powers comin' alon'?"

"Slowly," Cecilia admitted, dropping her hands back into her lap. "I haven't had much time to do much with them.. and you, for the record, are a workaholic, asking me that right now."

She blinked innocently and put a hand up to her chest. "Who, me?"

"And I'm the one telling you so, too," Cecilia nodded, taking a turn to nudge the other woman in the shoulder. "So it must be true."

Moira snickered quickly. "Well, from one workacholic ta th' next, I suppose. An' I did promise ye I would work wit' ye on yer powers."

Cecilia nodded, if reluctantly. "This is true," she admitted. "Sure we can't just find an off-switch or something?"

"Who knows, we might be able ta. Most o' th' time there's an off switch, o' some kind, anyway."

"That would be nice," Cecilia nodded, smiling almost wistfully. "Even if it wasn't a permanent off-switch."

Moira watched her for a second before throwing an arm over Cecilia's shoulders and pulling her in for a quick hug, despite the surprised squeak that came out of the other woman. "Work on it an' it may surprise ye, Cecilia," she remarked.

Cecilia blinked rapidly as she tried to regain her mental balance. No, not used to being spontaneously hugged at all. "I would say you're in a mood, but I think we established that," she said, giving Moira an amused look.

Another snicker. "I'd deny it if it werenae so verra true."

"All things considered, I don't think anyone would believe you if you denied it, no," Cecilia chuckled, leaning down to peek at the ring again. "He made this?"

"'ard ta believe, isnae it?" Moira shook her head, still in a state of blissful shock. "I jus' thought 'e was doin' extra thin's for 'is class. Pulled one over on me but good, this time."

"I'm impressed. That he managed to spring it on you, I mean." Cecilia grinned. "You have an unfair advantage, and you still missed it? Come on."

She pouted, just slightly. "I'd like ta think I _purposely_ missed it," she half-argued. "Better tha' way, really."

"Selective hearing, got'cha," Cecilia nodded seriously, winking and leaning back against the couch.

"Makes me want ta throw a tanturm 'bout it less, anyway." Moira pointed to the ring and smiled brightly. "But I think _this_ more than makes up for it, dinnae ye?" She grimaced, though. "God 'elp us if people start askin' 'bout dates, though."

Cecilia held a hand to her chest. "I promise I will never ask you about dates," she beamed. "I'm sure once one is picked, I won't be able to stop hearing about it even if I tried, anyway."

Moira's eyes grew wide with fake indignation. "Who, us? Cheerfully rant an' rave ta any livin' soul tha' cannae move faster than we can? _Never_. My dear, I am insulted!" Reaching over, she poked her again, this time in the ribs.

Though she'd deny it later, Cecilia squeaked at the poke, grinning as she reached down to playfully swat at the offending finger. "The truth hurts," she beamed.

"I'll make sure I babble constantly at ye, then," she said sweetly.

"And this would be different from how we always do things.. how?"

"..." Moira thought about that for a second and then snickered. "All right, ye win."

"I always win," Cecilia beamed smugly. "Even if I have to twist things around in my head to let myself think that way, I do."