Life was subtle.

Living in the confines of the Oasis Campus in the Arabian Desert, Iraq, was second nature to you.

You met Moira at Oasis. Being a scientist yourself, you understood her. More than anyone else ever had. Things snowballed on, and soon you found yourself in each other’s company more often than not.

It took a while for Moira to open up, yet you were patient, and knew how to play your cards. You were at her level of genius, of course you knew what made her tick after some time.

As the light spills in from the kitchen curtains by the sink in Moira’s house, ginger hair turned a golden peach, the grey hairs at Moira’s temple seeming unimportant in this newfound ray of sunlight. Simply watching her wasn’t enough, and soon your arms wrapped around her from behind, resting your cheek on her back.

“Awake at last…” Moira hums, letting you lay exactly where you were.