forum Farah Dowling [Fate: The Winx Saga] x OC (Closed)

Started January 31, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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(OMG SHE SHOULD COME TO FARAH TO HELP HER WITH HER HAIR SINCE FARAH IS A HAIR GODDESS)

Farah was ready early, so she perched herself on her bed and opened the runes book Neva had helped her find earlier to read a few pages.

a knock on farahs door was the only indication someone was there " hey far.. i need a bit of help.." neva said

Farah frowned at the knock on her door. She was confused about who would be here at this hour until she heard Neva's voice. She shut her book and abandoned it on her bed to open the door.

It took all her willpower to hold in her gasp at Neva's appearance. "You look… stunning," she said softly. "What did you need help with?"

" my hair, im not good with it. " she said and pointed to the messy attempt at a braid. " think you could help?" she asked softy

Farah smiled and nodded. "I'm honored you thought of me," she said, stepping back from the door so Neva could enter. The room smelled like Farah – earthy tea, old books, and a faint whiff of hair product.

neva took in the room, noticing the smell and smiling. "woah.." she mumbled under her breath.

Farah laughed a bit. "It's not much, but it's mine," she remarked. "Have a seat." She motioned to the small stool set up at her vanity where a brush, a curler, a straightener, an extreme amount of hair products, and the biggest container of bobby pins Neva had ever seen were set up and waiting.

neva chuckled at all the things, sitting down and taking her hair down. her hair was pretty long when it wasnt in her usual bun or ponytail. she watched farah, wanting to see her while she did it.

"What?" Farah asked after hearing Neva's chuckle. "It's my vice." She slowly ran her fingers through Neva's hair to get a feel for the thickness and what she could do. "Did you have any ideas of what you wanted?" she asked softly.

" not really." she said softly, nevas whole demeaner changed when farah toyed with her hair, she relaxed almost immediately. her soft hum escaped her as she thought. " go with what you feel is right..'

God, her hair is so soft, Farah couldn't help but think. She considered for a moment, then got an idea. Leaning forward slightly, her fingers closed around the handle of her hairbrush, and she began to brush out any residual knots in Neva's hair. When she was finished, she reached over and plugged in her curler so it could heat up. "So, do you still resent me for making you come?" she asked, taking a piece of Neva's hair and expertly twisting it.

" no, it was a joke far, " she said and gave a soft smile

Farah shook her head. "I thought you were upset with me," she murmured, but Neva could see in the mirror that Farah was smiling. She reached for the bobby pins and stuck a few in between her lips for easy access as she used two to pin the twisted piece behind Neva's head. She then reached for a can of hairspray and gently sprayed the twist.

neva loved farah doing her hair, she flushed a bit at farahs smile, i wish i could tell you, tell you how beautiful you are, how your voice is sweet like honey, how much i love you.. nevas own smile seemed to grow a small bit.

Farah hummed to herself, repeating the process of twisting and curling and braiding and pinning hair until she was satisfied. “What do you think?”

The style was extremely elegant with all the hair pulled away from Neva’s face except for two curled pieces to as a frame her beautiful features.

" i love it.. thank you" she said softly

"I'm glad," Farah murmured, eyeing her work fondly. "I'll see you at the party then."

" yeah," she said softly. neva got up to leave the room.
at the party neva walked around, a drink in hand.

Farah milled around, chatting politely with her staff. They all admired Farah and looked up to her as a leader and headmistress. She sipped frequently on a glass of wine, currently sitting and listening to Saul Silva telling a story to a group of teachers.

"Neva?" a hesitant male voice addressed her.

neva turned around, looking to the man " hello," she said gently " what is it?"

The man was her colleague, Professor Liam Pelskey, and he smiled hesitantly. "How is your time doing with the headmistress?" he asked, trying to make small talk.

" its good, im learning a lot an keeping pace with what i need to." she said simply and took another sip of her beer.

"That's good," he remarked. Liam's hand fidgeted with his glass, and he seemed anxious. "Could I… ask you something?"

"sure! ask away." she said and gave a soft smile. she was oblivious to what would happen next, her eyes resting on farah in the corner

Farah was listening to Saul's story and occasionally glancing up, subtly keeping track of where Neva was. She noted Liam's presence near her and kept it in her mind.

Liam smiled nervously. "Would you want to go out to dinner with me some time?"