Our Fate [Farah Dowling x Saul Silva] Fate: The Winx Saga (O/O Closed)

I am obsessed with this series and, more specifically, this ship, so looking for someone to rp with. I will be Farah, so we need a Saul! Probably will be a slow burn for a bit, but once they get going, it'll get going. Hopefully we don't need a template. We could either do the rp during the series (when Bloom is at Alfea) or when Dowling, Silva, Harvey, and Andreas were at Alfea under Rosalind or even after that when Rosalind is leading them on the crusade against the Burned Ones. I'm down for whatever! :)

(Bump)

(Omg, hey! I thought this would be dead forever without starting 😂)

(Yes, of course!)

(Alright! But, do we want to do when they're under Rosalind or when Farah is Headmistress/Saul is Headmaster?)

(Perfect, let's do it.)

Farah strode through Alfea's halls. Though she put up a confident façade, she was terribly tired. Rosalind had been relentless in their pursuit of the Burned Ones for weeks now, and it was the first time in over a month that she'd brought them back to Alfea to rest. The exhaustion in her legs made Farah feel like she was trudging through mud to get back to her room.

Farah was nearly at her room. All she could think of was the comfort her bed offered and the warmth of making a nice cup of tea to sip on… Lost in her thoughts, she ran smack into someone wearing Specialist gear. She stepped back and, thinking it was Saul, smiled up at him. But instead, Andreas' face looked down at her. The smile lost its light. "Oh, hello Andreas," she greeted.

"Farah," he replied, smiling down at her.

Farah looked over and inclined her head towards Saul. "Hello, Saul," she said, her voice the only indicator of how tired she was.

Something about Andreas' smile changed when he looked from Farah to Saul. "Hey, Saul."

Farah smiled briefly before turning back to Andreas. "Excuse me," she murmured, and he stepped aside so she could pass down the hallway where the battalion's dorms were. Each member got their own room, and Farah was quick to head to hers.

(I'm not sure if that was directed at Farah or Andreas, but I'm running with this.)

"Yeah," Andreas remarked and headed down the hallway in the opposite direction, probably going to steal food from the cafeteria.

When he was far enough away, Farah, who was waiting at her door, hissed Saul's name and beckoned for him to come.

She grinned and took his wrist in her fingers. "Come on," she urged, tugging him into her room and shutting the door.

"There's not much we can really talk about when we're out there." Farah glanced at the solo window in her room before looking back at him. "In here… it's different. I like talking to Specialist Silva, but I also like talking to Saul."

Farah's jaw dropped open slightly, and she shoved him away. "Rude!" She walked over to sit on her bed and laid back with a tired sigh. She closed her eyes and relaxed for the first time in a long, long while. "I nearly forgot what comfort is," she murmured.

"And why do you think that is?" Farah asked with a sigh, still not opening her eyes.

"Mmm." Farah hummed in agreement, but her eyes still remained closed. "She does."

"No," Farah replied, opening her eyes as she felt him sit. She looked up at him with a smile, and her eyes softened like they did for no one else.