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"What I understand is that I let another fox into my hen house!" Farah snapped. She had had enough of being deceived. Was there not a soul she could trust? Even Ben had betrayed her by betraying Saul (the trio was still working through that).

Rising to her feet, she stared Zelda down. "What are your intentions? Are you here to finish what Sebastian started? Do not lie to me again, I have ways of finding out the truth." Hazel eyes gleamed silver and the witch would feel an ominous tugging at the corners of her mind.

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@auntiezelda gets a random farah starter

One might have considered it to be a bit helicopter-mom of her to pick up her sixteen-year-old daughter from a study date with a new friend, but Farah was often anxious to let Bloom out of her sight for long. Principal Wardwell having pegged her as something other than human upon first meeting and warning her that Greendale was one of the best and worst places for a fairy to lay low in had left her especially wary.

But the smile fixed on her face when the door to the Spellman house (mortuary) to reveal a striking red-head was nothing but polite and serene. "Hello, you must be one of Sabrina's aunts. I'm Farah Dowling, here to escort my daughter home. She's already late for dinner and I was getting a little worried so I decided to come get her myself."

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Fun note: I have NJ icons now that can double for Modern!Rhaenys.

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Farah was slightly pale when she returned from the doctor’s after going to find out why she couldn’t keep down a meal. Pale and evasive, avoiding Ben’s questions. Naturally, Saul was out sparring with Andreas at the time, so she had to wait awhile, trying to to fidget as she did so, until she could get him alone. The moment he was within reach, she grabbed her specialist by the arm and pulled him into a secluded corner. 

“I’m pregnant,” came the announcement as she wasted no time dancing around the matter. “The doctor estimates about four months along.” When she didn’t get an immediate response, she shook Saul a little. “Well? Aren’t you going to say anything?”

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@alyafae sent: "be honest... do you regret having me?" / from astrid for farah in the verse where she was raised by rosalind and andreas <3

Farah froze at the question, just staring at Astrid for a long moment. "Do you...think I should?" She eventually managed to ask in turn. "Because I don't. Not at all." Nothing that had happened since her daughter had come back to her could change that fact. "I only regret losing so much time with you."

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@alyafae gets a holiday silrah starter

"Saul," Farah admonished from where she was sitting curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee. "I thought we said no presents." There had been enough to worry about with taking the school back and trying to establish peace and order without figuring out what to buy each other for Yule. "You're making me feel guilty."

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"As serious as I was the day we said our vows," Farah said, daring to take a careful step forward, watching Zelda carefully. She held up her left hand and the wedding ring on her finger caught the light. "If you look on your left hand, you'll see a matching one."

What had happened? A spell gone wrong? Or one gone right designed to mess with Zelda's head? "Zelda, what do you remember from last night?"

It was a lovely name, she thought before her mind came to a screeching halt. "My what," she replied and then burst into laughter after a beat. "You can't be-" She stopped and took in the woman's expression and body language. "You're serious," she realized. Was she wrong, was she actually dreaming? What other explanation could there be, she thought.

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@elaleph liked for a farah starter for alice

"I have to admit," Farah said as the group made their way down the leaf strewn path, barefoot, (much to her displeasure), "I didn't think the Road was actually real. I'd heard the ballad before in small circles-and your mother's version, of course-but I thought it was just that. A song." But it was hard to argue with her own two eyes.

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@ofherdowlingohara sent: You pushed me away - for Eleanor to Jackie

"I pushed you away?" Eleanor retorted, anger rising. She had not come all the way from London for a confrontation, but here they were having it anyway. "Don't play the injured party, Jacks! You're the one who pushed everyone away! Grace, Fiona, Zoey, me! Even that nice bloke Zoey mentioned you were living with for awhile! All because of the drugs. I tried to help you, Jackie, but I finally had to start thinking of myself, of Emma. You make every environment you're in toxic and I didn't want to expose her to that anymore!"

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@ellevenie sent: "I don't wear shoe covers in the OR for the same reason I don't wear bibs. I have confidence in myself." - For Eleanor with love <3

Despite having a love for expensive shoes that equaled Elle's, Eleanor always opted for sneakers in the OR. She shot the other surgeon a look. "Considering you insist on wearing your Louboutins during surgery, I would advise rethinking that unless you want blood all over your $1,100 shoes."

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A nexus, a cursed place.

Wonderful, Farah thought dryly. Of course she had chosen to move here. Although it was possible that she had been drawn to Greendale because the magic rooted in it had somehow tugged at her own even from halfway across the country. While it was something of a relief to be known after sixteen years of hiding, it was also terrifying.

"They are creatures forged from an ancient magic," she said in answer to Principal Wardwell's question, repeating what she had learned from Rosalind, "whose only purpose and drive is to kill. They don't have to tear you apart to do it, either, although that is often the case. If they break your skin, a dark magic poisons you, slowly creeping towards your heart. It is a painful, horrendous way to die and the only way to stop it is to kill the Burned One that infected you."

Farah flexed her fingers a little in her lap. "Sometimes, though, the poison doesn't kill you," she went on, "and turns you into one of them instead. Equally horrific. To put it more succinctly, if they were to turn up here in Greendale, it would be catastrophic."

"Fairy?" Lilith repeated in a half-question, mild surprise and interest crossing her features as she looked at the woman. Fairies weren't exactly common in Greendale-- there was, she was aware, a group of hobgoblins making their home in the woods, but they rarely if ever ventured into the town-- and it had been centuries upon centuries since Lilith had come across one herself. Witches, after all, weren't the only creatures forced into the shadows by prejudiced and bloodthirsty mortals.

"Ah," Lilith said simply, nodding in understanding as everything began to so quickly fall into place. She had seen how the Spellmans so readily stood by one another, ready to sacrifice anything to protect their loved ones, sometimes putting themselves directly at risk with what were, essentially, idiot decisions. Moving around was, by comparison, relatively low key.

"Well, this is a town where you might more easily blend. It's also where you might be more easily recognised." A paradox admittedly. "Greendale is a nexus, a cursed place. There's more than just witches here; so while you wont stand out, you will be noticed...by those who know what to look for."

Already having decided to give her the job, out of curiosity and interest to see how things might play out more than anything, Lilith decided other things needed to be discussed before she confirmed the appointment.

"Now, what, precisely, are the 'Burned Ones'?"

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@korolnichevoya sent: " it finally happened. you've lost your mind. " { they're so mean to each other ^.^ }

"At least I have a mind to lose!" Baghra barks in retort with a scowl. "I'm not always so sure you do, but that would hardly make you an anomaly among Lantsov kings."

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@alyafae sent:  🎁   - for my muse to cup your muse’s face with their hands . / from illyrian!saul for high lady!farah

Farah looked at Saul in wonder as he cupped her cheek. After all these centuries, she had met her mate. Her mate. She knew it could happen at any point in one’s life, at the most unexpected times with the most unexpected person. The moment when the bond had clicked into place had sucked the breath right out of her, but now it was as if the two of them were breathing in tandem, their chests rising and falling at the same time. She turned her face into his hand, pressing a kiss to the calloused palm. 

“I love you,” she murmured into his skin. “I love you, I love you.”

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"What is someone so pretty doing hiding away in a morgue?"

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"You would need to change your face again," Baghra says curtly, taking a sip from her cup of kvas. "Even those in Ravka would recognize you at this point." Nikolai has never shied away from public appearances or having his portraiture done.

She listens as he goes on, blind eyes staring straight ahead. "Faking one's death is easy enough," the old woman allows, speaking from what the king would know is experience. She then snorts at the mention of a statue. "A statue of a puppy, perhaps."

❝ I WAS thinking fjerda , actually . well - technically the border of fjerda and ravka . i think i'd like to build an inn , a little safeway place for those going between , especially for grisha . and if anyone can keep it safe, i can . ❞ baghra's teachings over the years have certainly honed his abilities as a summoner, and then , of course , any ne'erdowells have the DEMON to contend with as well .

❝ i'll have die , of course . i can't have people going looking for me , either for better or for worse . it's better they think me dead . maybe they'll build me a statue in my honor . i hope they get the jaw right . ❞

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"Haven't you plagued me enough for one day?" Baghra mutters with scarcely a glance in the prince's direction. "I see more of you than I do my own son." It is meant to sound like a complaint, but it is far from that. Despite herself, she has come to enjoy Nikolai's company. More than she did Alekander's these days-a very unmotherly way to feel, she knew, but with her son becoming ever more consumed by the merzost, she feels as if she hardly knows him anymore.