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[steellegacy]

🖼 Lamia by John Waterhouse (1849-1917), 1905

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🖼 Джон Уильям Уотерхаус (1849-1917) "Ламия", 1905 г.

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[moiraxknight]

@knightsarmor

“You and I need to come up with some strategies here, little lady.” Moira whispered to her daughter, who was now but two weeks old but already much bigger than she was at birth, her hair had grown as well and her features were more and more like her dad’s. Except for her eyes, those were getting a darker shade of blue, the same shape as Moira’s. “Abba is not a morning person, we can’t overdo it with the 5 am calls.” She added while strapping Yael to the sling and onto her chest before getting up from the couch. Much to her appreciation, Yael was a rather calm baby. A hungry one, for sure, but she would wake up two, maybe three times during the night, eat until her little belly was even looking a little too stuffed and then pass out for another few hours. Sometimes she’d wake up around midnight, then around three and then not until Moira was already up and ready, moving about the house. The last few nights, though, she’d switched to 9-2-5 crying fests and while both of her parents were exhausted, Oliver’s brain just didn’t function at 5 am, not unless he had been awake all night waiting for it, which was simply not a doable thing.  Yael had eaten plenty after that last cry and now Moira was leaving a passed out and groggy Oliver on the couch to go make some coffee. “We need a fully functioning daddy so we can function too, girl.” Moira kept her voice a gentle, soft whisper while Yael looked at her, tucked inside the sling, looking all cute in her onesie. “When you do midnight, 3 and 7, I’m half awake for the first time, but dad is awake and he can change your diapers after you eat. When you wake up the last time, I’m up and running, dad wakes up not long after and everything is smooth. Bills and Wolf are fed too, Richard is out in the sun.” She explained the home dynamics while she began gathering what she needed to make coffee.  Yael let out a soft coo and Moira nodded. “Exactly, gotta make it work for all of us, humans and pets.” She continued while measuring the coffee beans to grind them. “Especially tomorrow and Friday. We need strong and well rested daddy to knead the challah dough. Otherwise there’s no challah on shabat and we both know while you don’t eat it yet, you looove it. You’d do backflips in my tummy every Friday.” Moira smiled at the memory. Only two weeks but it felt like a lifetime ago while they watched Yael’s daily development. She was already so smart, grabbing onto things, paying attention to stimuli, interacting with the pets. 

“Promise to go back to 12-3-7?” She looked at her daughter, Yael blinking and her lips shaped in an O, hands gripping onto the sides of the sling. “Good, let me teach you how to make coffee then.” She showed the coffee beans and Yael blinked, having no idea what those were but still curious. “This is the thing you have to learn before anything else: mom and dad are coffee addicts. If there’s no coffee at home, there’s no peace.” She whispered, putting the beans in the coffee grinder. As she turned it on, Yael made a sound, squirming lightly, and Moira covered her ears until it was done. When she opened it, her little nose was moving, catching the new scent in the air. “Delicious, right?” Moira smiled, taking the ground to the machine.  She continued the process, narrating every step to her curious, observing daughter as if Yael could already understand everything. She would one day, Moira knew. Before they could even blink, she would be big enough to get the coffee going for her parents in the morning, and for herself as well. The smell filled the kitchen and the whole front of the house as it always did, and finally the animals were waking up as the sun went up, Billie trotting towards her and demanding some love. “Morning, Bills, hi.” Moira grinned, patting her chest where Yael’s little but was so Billie would go up to sniff her sister. “She’s up already, woke up before you, can you believe it?” Billie ruffed happily, then moving back to the touch where she been with Oliver, trying to wake him up.

Wolf jumped on the counter right when the coffee was fully done and Moira was grabbing the mugs. “Hi, buddy.” She greeted him, scratching his chin and then letting him sniff Yael. By now he was not only used to her presence at home, she had become his favorite thing to watch and keep track of. He made sure to know where she was, go and sniff her before he went back to his naps. He sniffed her head, her little nose and then leaned back again, satisfied with knowing her whereabouts. 

Moira heard a soft grunt coming from the living room direction and then the sound of Oliver’s feet dragging on the floor as he made his way to the kitchen and towards her, wrapping his arms around her body and dropping his head on hers. “Good morning.” She chuckled when he only responded with another grunt and Yael seemed to recognize the sound, squealing happily. Oliver’s chin was on her shoulder now and he was looking at their daughter. “Somebody made abba his coffee this morning, tell him, neshama.”

Yael cooed, recognizing that face as well and moving her arms. Oliver’s grip went tighter around her body and Moira looked at him, noticing the way his eyes were shining while he looked at the baby in the sling. “What is it, baby?” Moira whispered to him, kissing his jawline and gently rubbing his arms around her.

“Feeling lucky, that’s all.” Oliver’s voice was hoarse in the morning and it sent a shiver down Moira’s spine, one she ignored for the sake of the forty days they had promised to Naina they wouldn’t touch each other in any possible way that could make another baby too fast.

“We’re the lucky ones.” Moira grinned, moving in his embrace only to remove Yael from the sling and hold her up and closer to their faces. “Right, neshama?” Moira kissed her cheek, her little neck, holding her between her and Oliver. “We’re the real lucky ones here.” She smiled at him, her husband, her very best friend, while their daughter reached out and grabbed his nose, launching herself forward to bite onto it as well and making Moira’s laugh fill their home. 

[thediamondpaw]

Here we are! Second set! Finally some cold hard steel to go with those digitigrade legs! 😸

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[dakotaharaden]

Portrait painting of @louderwithcrowder. Done in Photoshop CC. #StevenCrowder #LouderwithCrowder #MugClub #ChangemyMind #MedievalArmor #KnightsArmor #KnightArmor #Knight #Armor #Portraiture #Portraits #Portrait #PhotoshopPainting #Photoshop #Painting #DigitalPaintings #DigitalPainting #Art #Illustrations #Illustration (at East Patchogue, New York)

[durifmdarchived]

duri posted a new instagram post! (210716, 8PM KST.) ⏤

we’ve ended promotions for goodbye well, haven’t we? thank you so much for all your love and support on goodbye! i hope you enjoyed the song. i’ll see you again really soon with something new, don’t miss me for too long ~ ^_^

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[steellegacy]

⚜️ Landsknecht armor, ca. 1520-1540

Made by our Creative Workshop "Steel Legacy"

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Photo by @sergey_tanita

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⚜️ Доспехи Ландскнехта, около 1520-1540 гг.

Изготовлены в нашей Художественной Мастерской "Стальное Наследие"

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Фото: @sergey_tanita

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[moiraxknight]

@knightsarmor

Thanksgiving, 2040. 

“Look.” Yael gently touched Danny’s arm, tilting her head towards their left.

They had been sitting around the bonfire at the Knight’s backyard, Yael, Danny, Aidan and Haki. The Hayeses and Hughes couldn’t make it to Friendsgiving that year, all abroad to spend time with their extender family, in Mexico and England. All four of them had blankets over their legs,drinks on their hands and a belly full of food. In fact, bellies so full they had been sitting in silence for a while, Aidan almost asleep (as always). Ahead of them, still sitting around the dining table on the back balcony, were their parents. And that’s what Yael was pointing at.

Her dad’s record player had been on all day, and Etta James had started singing “At Last”, Vivian and Wesley immediately standing up and wrapping each other in the sweetest embrace so they could dance, cheek to cheek, while the others continued talking happily and snacking on nuts and Jewish treats her mom had prepared. Yael smiled at the sight, those two looking as elegant as ever, dancing like there was no one else in the world. It was heart-warming, and immediately all four were watching with smile on their faces.

“Yeah, they do that every day.” Danny smiled quite proudly, sipping on his hot cocoa. He’d been out of the house for about a year now, having lived at home still for the first couple years of college and then deciding to move out and in with his friends, not too far from where he had grown up really. “I used to watch them hidden behind the couch when I was little.” He admitted with a chuckle. “Sometimes I still do.” He smiled at his friends and then looked back at his parents. “Especially when she’s trimming his beard. It’s almost mesmerizing to watch, the trust, the connection. Gives me chills.” Danny sighed, looking at his parents with a happy and proud heart. 

“My dad still unrolls my mom’s mat for her prayers, every morning.” Haki commented, glancing at the other three with a smile on his lips, holding his hot cocoa filled mug between his hands to warm them up. “Eighteen years of marriage, he wakes up before her, unrolls the mat and goes back to sleep.” He told them, smiles curling on all their lips, even Aidan’s now as he looked more alert and awaken, sitting up on his chair. 

Just as they looked back, Vivian and Wes remained dancing and Naina was gently tucking a strand of Ryan’s graying hair behind his ear to keep it in place and he was thanking her with the most loving of smiles, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her closer. 

“Did your father learn how to speak Farsi?” Danny asked and Haki nodded, a wide grin on his lips. 

“Still sounds funny, though.” He snorted. “Your father’s sounding a lot more fluent with his Hebrew.” He tilted his head towards Yael and she grinned.

“Genetic memory, I guess.” She shrugged, a bit smug with how crazy intelligent her dad was. “They hug, you know? It’s their thing.” She pointed discreetly at her parents, Oliver reaching for the coffee pot to fill his wife’s mug, Moira thanking him with a gently peck on the nose that had him scrunching up his nose and kissing her back. 

“What do you mean?” Aidan asked, a bit confused. Didn’t everybody hug? 

“They hug.” Yael shrugged. “Like they’ll look for each other around the house and hug, out of the blue, for five, sometimes ten whole minutes. Just be there in silence, in each other’s arms.” She explained, Aidan nodding, a little smile popping on his lips. “Always have. I remember being a kid and coming out of my room in the morning and they’d be there, right int he middle of the kitchen, hugging while they waited for the coffee to brew. Sometimes I’d climb on my father’s back and join them.” She confessed with a chuckle.

“You still do that.” Aidan pointed out and she glared at him, then smiled, waving him off. “My parents have a pinch thing.” He added, all three staring at him, confused. “Apparently when they met they were in this ‘just friends’ bullshit for a while but they clearly already had feelings for each other, so instead of voicing those feelings, my mom started gently pinching my dad every time she wanted to say she loved him.” He explained, demonstrating the pinch on his forearm. “To this day they still do it, when they’re around other people or just feeling romantic, I guess. My mom does it most but my dad thinks I don’t see it when he pinches her back.” He snorted, shaking his head. “Those fools, look at them.” He pointed.

You could only see their back as they were on the side of the table turned towards the house, Ava’s gray hair cascading over Andrew’s shoulder and half his back as she rested her head against his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head, stopping for a moment to breathe her in before pressing his cheek against her head, nodding at something Ryan was saying to them all. 

“I don’t particularly enjoy imagining my parents’ sex life.” Danny started, making a face. “But I gotta say, I was made with a whole lot of love. We all have, clearly.” He waved towards the group of parents, Wes spinning Vivian around and making her laugh when he pulled her back into his arms and they swayed together. “My ma says that’s why I got so tall.” He laughed. 

“I think that’s why we’re not idiots, though.” Aidan reasoned after sipping his drink. “Growing up with that much love and respect at home, that’s why we’re not assholes and bullies. Why we’re here, a Muslim, a Jew, this guy here with five hundred nationalities and a Catholic family.” He teased, pointing at Danny and making him laugh. “And a white ass yogi.” He pointed at himself. 

“Why we always had great holidays.” Haki added.

“And amazing music at every family and friends event.” Danny raised his mug to that, humming happily.

“And food.” Aidan added, a happy smile on his face. 

“And why we tell them we love them every day.” Yael said, smelling her coffee before she sipped on it, her nose scrunching like her dad’s. 

“I hope we have what they have one day.” Danny said, his voice a little lower as they watched their parents, Viv and Wes returning to the table, Moira kissing Oliver’s head as she got up to pick something up in the kitchen, Ryan and Naina telling a story and Ava reaching up to gently brush her fingers on the back of Andrew’s head. 

They all stood in silence for a moment, like they were realizing how lucky they had been to grow up in the homes they did, with the love they had, how different it had been from some of their own parents’ lives and how different it was from the reality of so many people in the world. 

“We will.” Yael said, smiling to herself and then perking up when her mom waved at her, a cake on her other hand.

“Cake’s ready, neshama, come on.” Moira called, smile brightening up her face, the copper wedding ring shining in the sun when she moved her hand. 

“We’re coming, eema.” Yael called back, waving, and got up, dropping her blanket on the chair. “Is there coffee?” She asked.

“Abba is brewing some more.” She waved so they’d all come.

“God, I love my family.” Yael sighed, chuckling when Haki wrapped his arm around her shoulders so they could all walk back to the house. They climbed up the steps to the balcony and she went straight to her mother’s embrace.

Aidan stopped behind his parents and wrapped his arms around them, resting his head on his dad’s; Danny kissed Vivian’s head and sat beside Wes, wrapping his arm around his dad; Haki let him mom pull him between his parents, taking a seat and letting him both hold onto him while his mom filled his mug with more cocoa. 

“Coffee will be done in a minute.” Oliver said as he was coming back from the kitchen and embracing his girls in his arms, kissing their temples. 

“We’re very lucky, aren’t we?” Yael whispered to her parents and they both looked at her, smiling proudly. 

“We are, sweetheart.” Oliver nodded. 

“We truly are.” Moira kissed her forehead and gently led her back to her chair as they were all around the table again, sharing yet another Friendsgiving. 

[dakotaharaden]

Portrait drawing of @louderwithcrowder for a digital painting. Done in graphite and @generalpencil white charcoal, on @strathmoreart paper. #StevenCrowder #LouderwithCrowder #MugClub #ChangemyMind #MedievalArmor #KnightsArmor #KnightArmor #Knight #Armor #GraphitePortraits #GraphitePortrait #Portraiture #Portraits #Portrait #GraphiteDrawings #GraphiteDrawing #Graphite #Charcoal #Drawings #Drawing #Art #Illustrations #Illustration (at Bellport, New York)

[durifmdarchived]

duri posted a new instagram photo! (191202, 8AM KST.)  ⏤

this shoot was so much fun! ^_^ ~ it was really cool getting to see barcelona! i really hope you like this shoot as much as i do, it really felt like my own personal style! ^_^ see you all really soon! 

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[steellegacy]

"Getting ready for the next Crusade"

Artist: Olga Dugina & Andrej Dugin

📝 Interesting fact: Illustrators were invited to create the artwork for the famous film "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban".

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"Готовимся к следующему Крестовому походу"

Авторы: Андрей и Ольга Дугины

📝 Интересный факт: Иллюстраторы были приглашены для художественного оформления известного фильма "Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана".

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#fridaymood #Crusade #armor #armour #KnightsArmor #Крестовыйпоход #пятничныйюмор #animalsarmor #knight #armour #medievalarmour #armsandarmor

[steellegacy]

📸 1 or 2?  ⚜️ Landsknecht armor, ca. 1520-1540 Made by our Creative Workshop "Steel Legacy" ⠀ - - 📸 1 или 2?  ⚜️ Доспехи Ландскнехта, около 1520-1540 гг. Изготовлены в нашей Художественной Мастерской "Стальное Наследие"

[moiraxknight]

@knightsarmor​

“Be careful, please.” Moira whispered to the delivery guy as he opened the trunk of his toll truck. She had a finger over her lips, insisting yet again that the guy worked as silently as possible, even though it was quite hard to do so when pulling something as heavy as a motorcycle from a truck and into a garage.

The guy gave her the most menacing look he could master, and that didn’t pull even the slightest reaction from Moira. Nothing would in that moment, not when she was about to make Oliver the happiest man on earth for the millionth time. That was the only thing in her mind, to make her husband, the love of her life, smile on his birthday - the first ever birthday he’d get to commemorate on the actual date of his birth, with his entire family, the family he thought he had lost and the family he never imagined he would build. 

Somehow she had managed to keep his present a surprise, she truly had no idea how. Many times for the past months she had felt that itch to tell him, whenever he spoke of his lost bike, when he talked about it the day they recorded their ten essentials video, whenever they saw someone riding a bike by them in town or in the city. But she’d kept the secret, and she kept the facade that she was far too worried and hesitant to see him on a bike again. In fact, she was, she genuinely was. But she also longed to see Oliver smile in that free and careless way he did when he took her on a ride, to see him cleaning the bike and caring for it like he did their pets on a lazy Sunday morning. The video only had made her more certain that she was doing the right thing: the bike was a part of him.

So she did the one thing her artist’ brain could think of: she designed his very own, unique motorcycle. For months she studied anything she could about bike design, the models, handles, seats, wheels, anything she needed to take into account. And she listened to every little thing Oliver said about his old bike or bikes in general, any little detail that could help her make that present absolutely perfect. Even the mechanical parts, she listened enough to know what to tell the guys at the custom Indian bikes shop in New York. It was Oliver’s fortieth birthday, the one after he had almost lost his life. It had to be special, more special than any other. 

Moira watched the guy lower the bike onto the floor carefully and then push it into the garage, right next to their car in the spot that had been empty since the accident. “There.” Moira whispered, smiling. “Perfect.” It truly was perfect, just the way she had designed it, every line in the exact place she had imagined, the matte, barely there Hebrew letters surrounding the gas tank. It was a simple protection prayer to keep him safe, but she couldn’t help it. It would be just a little boost of protection. “Thank you so, so much.” Moira smiled at the man.

“Any time, it was a pleasure working with you.” He nodded. “Let us know how Knight likes it, tell him to ride by whenever.” The man smiled back at her and shook Moira’s hand before he was heading back to his truck. 

Moira tied her robe even tighter around her body and quickly closed the garage again, thankful the guys at Indian had agreed to deliver the bike early so she still would have time to prepare a big breakfast to Oliver. Which was what she did right away, a full on breakfast just the way he liked. Soon enough though she was stepping quietly into their room, Oliver still peacefully sleep, Billie tangled up in his legs and Wolf looking like a little donut on his head. Moira was pretty sure that was what Heaven looked like; that sight made her heart swell in her chest, painfully almost, and she tip-toed to the bed, carefully leaning over to plan a kiss on Oliver’s cheek.

“Yom huledet sameach, Mr. Knight.” She whispered in his ear, nibbling on his ear lobe. 

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[moiraxknight]

@knightsarmor​

Moira crossed her legs and held her mug between her hands, watching Kyle and Annette move behind the camera like they were on the most important mission of their lives. It was both scary and adorable. She should have known they’d be more excited than anyone else when she called Annette for help with the video, after all it would be the first time she’d be filming anything non-artistic or comic related in a long time, and with Oliver even. Moira looked to her right, watching him as he sipped on his coffee while messing with the items he’d brought with him to filme their “10 essentials” video. God, she was the fucking luckiest woman in the entire world.

Anyone that didn’t know Oliver and would be watching that video had no idea what he had been through since the beginning of the year, what they had been through as a married couple, as a family. Oliver was looking a lot better now, healthier, already gaining back his regular weight as he was now free to move more, free of those plates on his chest and they had been going on hikes and working out together more. They had been slowly going back to exploring their own land, enjoying the perks of their newlywed life. And she’d been so happy that slowly Oliver had gotten more comfortable showing himself to her followers, to the fans of the comic, participating in her work on a new level.

“Are we allowed to say each other as one of our essentials?” Moira whispered teasingly to him, gently nudging him and leaning closer to plant a kiss on his shoulder. 

“Only if you want your fans to pass out.” Annette answered and Moira looked at her, arching an eyebrow at the girl. “The gentle kisses too, you’ll have people fainting if you do it on camera.” Annette added with a helpless shrug and Moira waved her off, looking back at Oliver.

“Ready to be on camera, Mr. Knight?” She asked, a grin on her lips.

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[moiraxknight]

@knightsarmor​

Hanukkah, 2021

when: November, 28

where: Rhineback, NY (Knightman home)

“Out of the way, out of the way!” Ilam called as he saw Noah coming directly at him right as he had removed the freshly baked challah from the oven.

Noah laughed out loud as he rolled on the floor under his grandfather’s arms and ran outside with Billie on his tail. The two had been playing hide and seek for almost an hour now and somehow neither seemed to get tired, all while Wolf peacefully slept on the cat hammock they’d put up on the living room glass windows, loving the extra pets he was getting from everyone that saw him there. 

“Noah, be careful!” Laila called out while she fried the latkes, shaking her head at her son. 

“Give me that.” Moira chuckled at her father, picking up the bread from him and taking it to the dining table inside. She’d been in the kitchen since early in the morning, preparing their Hanukkah feast, and her dad didn’t take a second to join her the moment they had arrived, about an hour into the afternoon. Since she couldn’t do much about the food still in the oven, Moira was now finishing the decorations on the table with Laila’s help. They’d put up the lights again just like they had done for Oliver’s wedding, so even though the night would have fallen completely by the time they sat down to eat, it would still be bright and cozy. 

The menorah was right in the center of the table, candles waiting too be lit by its base, and Moira had really outdone herself with the table, all decorated in white, silver and blue. The one thing missing was the actual food, but soon enough everything would be there and the table would be full of people, full of family, so Oliver would experience his very first Hanukkah properly. She realized the preparation wasn’t much different from what she knew was Christmas for Christians, but she wasn’t sure if he had ever participated in that either, the kitchen full of people, the family aspect of it all. He’d been the absolutely most helpful with decorating the house, starting on the food, helping her keep the rooms and the guest house prepared to receive his family. 

She had stopped by the table with a smile on her lips, hands on her hips, looking quite proudly at her work. Ilam wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his chest, squeezing her in his arms like he did when she was a little girl. 

“It looks amazing, neshama.” He kissed her forehead and Moira squeezed him back, a silent thank you. “When do they arrive?”

“They’ll be here any minute.” She checked the clock on the kitchen wall. “Micah, leave Oliver alone.” She shouted back to her brother, who had been nagging Oliver about his work and trying to understand possible cybercrimes, something his firm was starting to get more into. 

“Excuse me, I’m consulting an expert, shut up.” Micah shouted back from the living room where they were with his laptop.

Moira rolled her eyes and looked up at her dad. “Let Oliver get the door when they arrive, okay? It’s his home, he should do the hosting, show them everything, just like I did with you.” She spoke in a low voice and Ilam nodded.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give him some time before Alexander and I go have some important in-law conversations.” The old man teased her and let her go. “Come on, we have to get the knish and rugelah out of the oven before they burn.” He patted her back before moving away and Moira was back on cooking mode, playfully kicking her dad’s butt and getting a teasing glare in return.  

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[steellegacy]

Steampunk knight mask ⠀ Designed By Katie Byron and Grant Pearse for Patrick Spring in 🎬 Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency ⠀ - - Маска рыцаря в стиле стимпанк ⠀ Разработана Кэти Байрон и Грантом Пирсом для Патрика Спринга в фильме 🎬 "Детективное агентство Дирка Джентли" ⠀ #KnightsArmor #knights #photooftheday

[moiraxknight]

@knightsarmor​

Moira was doing her very best to ignore how tense she felt while she carefully set the big table she and Naina had brought together at the center of the yard between the two buildings. It wasn’t that she was worried their friends would approve of finding out Moira and Oliver were now officially together. She just didn’t want to deal with the teasing for too long, really. Nai had arrived earlier for their potluck lunch at Moira’s request, so they could set everything up and make it easier for everyone to settle down when they arrived. Regina had come earlier too mostly to gossip about some of her clients, not doing much helping really.

They had managed to put all the tables together into a big one to fit all of them, the girls, the boys, the spouses and kids. It had been such a long time since Moira had been a potluck like that, especially with people that not her family, and she was happy to finally be able to gather some more friends without being worried they’d all get sick. Everyone was vaccinated, they could be a bit less zealous all the time. 

And she was excited about seeing Oliver, simple as that. The more time she got to spend with him after their trip, the harder it became to stay away. They’d gone one more dates, spent mother’s day together (and Oliver had, yet again, proven himself to be the best gift possible, finding ways to keep her focused on what was good on a day that could have been sad). Still, Moira couldn’t wait for the next time they’d meet, the next text she’d get, or a phone call just to hear his voice. He’d be there soon with his side of the family and she was already thrilled.

“You gonna help at all?” Naina asked Regina and the blonde looked at her from behind her glass of rosé. 

“I’m helping, moral support.” She raised the glass and Nai looked at Moira with a frown. 

“Does she not know this is the first time I’m having lunch in a month? I am a dangerous person right now.” Naina had been pumped to end Ramadan with her friends like that, especially now that she was officially Ryan’s girlfriend. 

“I’m ignoring her, I’m too hungry to listen.” Moira teased, putting the napkins in place and then patting her hands on her skirt. “Maggie should be here soon and I think the boys too.”

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