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If Farah Dowling was in the kitchen, which was rather rare, then it would be for tea. Peppermint, chamomile and on some days a good cup of Earl Grey. Always fresh, mostly with her own peppermint and chamomile from her front yard. The bubbling water was her sign to pur into the two, green cups on the counter. One for her and one for her wife. It was chamomile this time. A soft aroma settled in the small room. She put away the pot that was needed before. With a smile she leaned against the counter and enjoyed the sun for a moment.
Then arms wrapped around her waist from behind and a head came to rest against her shoulder blade. The woman didn’t reach Farah’s shoulder. Even then, with her eyes closed, Farah saw the mischievous smile from the other woman. From the living room came music. Softly, lovely. Without a doubt fitting to the relaxed mood. Be my, be my, be my little baby. So much for her wife’s mischievous smile. She chuckled softly and started to hum with the song. It was one of their favourites. What did the woman always say? Comfort song?Whatever it was Farah had nodded and smiled at her partner. „Comforting indeed.“ , Farah mumbled and took her wife’s hands. She felt a grin against her back in reply.
Some last rays of sunlight shone into the kitchen and landed on Farah’s face. The chamomile aroma was gone. Perhaps it settled elsewhere. The living room, the hallway. Even in a small cottage was plenty of space.
Farah slowly freed herself from the soft hug and turned towards the other woman. She put her wife’s hands on her shoulder before she placed her own on the younger woman’s waist. She chuckled and looked at Farah. She knew what would follow after they swayed with the rhythm of the song.
Soon enough it was a bit louder in the cottage. Farah giggled at her wife’s attempts to set her feet right. Dancing wasn’t her strength but Farah was willing to try and teach her nonetheless. The song had long stopped, yet neither Farah or the younger woman noticed. The moment was too perfect, to peaceful. One of the rare moments where Farah felt at ease and the mere presence of her wife silenced her worries.
Some time had passed and the woman’s head was nestled in Farah’s lap. The tea was already empty and the sun disappeared behind the hills. Bright little lights, all across the ceiling if the living room, fought against the dark of night. The work of Bloom or Deanna, or both. Farah wasn’t sure. Not that she disliked it.
„Don’t stop!“ , her wife complained and a cute pout formed on her lips. Farah sighed dramatically but smiled. Her hands started to draw soft patterns on the woman’s and through the woman’s hair once more. „What are you thinking about?“ , asked the woman and closed her eyes. She was in pure bliss. „I wonder who hung up the fairy lights.“ , answered Farah and let her own eyes fall shut. Her head leaned against the cushion of the sofa. „Hm.“ , was all the response she got. An answer wasn’t needed though. She could ask Deanna herself tomorrow. Or next week. Whenever she remembered, because right now it wasn’t important. Everything that counted was her wife next to her and her soothing presence. The silence that followed was welcome. A change from the bustling atmosphere at Alfea. No students who needed her, no Saul who delivered Queen Luna‘s complaints. And as much as she loved Deanna and Bloom, she was glad that she didn’t have to worry about them or their pranks at the moment. Whatever happened, Ben would take care of them for now. No, it was simply her and her beautiful wife. And the bright fairy lights on the ceiling.
„Are you tired, my love?“ , Farah asked and broke the peaceful silence. A few seconds past and the only sound was their breathing. „My love?“ , the headmistress opened her eyes and leaned forward. She didn’t stop the head massage. Silence. No answer. The older woman grinned and grabbed the soft, white blanket next to her. Carefully she dropped it over her sleeping wife. Tonight would be very uncomfortable for her back and her neck. But she wouldn’t complain. Not when the younger woman was snuggled against her so peacefully. Not when she finally got to rest without those dreadful nightmares. The smile on Farah’s lips widened and for a few moments she pressed her lips on the younger woman’s cheek. „Goodnight my beautiful wife.“ , she whispered and leaned back against the cushion once more. The night would be a long one. Long but beautiful.

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„With a bit milk, without sugar. I know how you like it, FayFay.“ , Nica smiled once the older fairy finally took a sip. Farah rolled her eyes playfully and leaned back against the cushion. She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed so sun on her face. Nica sat down on the other chair and looked down the hills their cottage stood. Many flowers had raised amongst the green meadow and coloured it with violet, red, yellow and white spots. The gentle hum of bees and other smaller animals could be heard. The headmistress glanced at Nica and smiled. She was dreaming once more. Or remembering something.

„With a bit milk, without sugar. I know how you like it Ms Dowling.“ , grinned a very young Nica. Farah took the cup and smirked while she lead it towards her lips. „Thank you. As always.“ , she mumbled towards the young woman, who stood behind the bar. After the soothing mix of coffee and milk was swallowed she let out a soft sigh. „I should really consider your offer.“ , said Farah with an unusual mischievous tone. „Which one? I made many.“ , Nica answered quickly. She whipped away some milk that had the audacity not to land into the cup. „Taking you home so you can always make some coffee for me.“ , a soft smile settled on the headmistress’s face.

Nica snapped back in reality when she felt a warm hand on her own. Not that it bothered her too much, reality was more than pleasant nowadays, but she would have loved to linger a little more. „Where did you travel, my love?“ , asked Farah quietly as if she tried not to pop the bubble. „Somewhere.“ , was the vague answer with a cute smile on top. The older woman chuckled and sighed in defeat. Her wife would probably never tell her. Not out of rudeness but she would forget. Maybe that was okay. Farah did not need to know. Wherever Nica had gone, she lived through the same. She carried the same memory and she could have written a book with them.

The small bell over the door ringed and Nica looked up. A smile tugged at her lips when she saw who it was. It was a familiar picture by now. A picture that Nica waited for every Wednesday morning. „Good morning, Ms Dowling. Coffee?“ , her hands itched to take the cup. They only waited for the soft nod. There it was. „And only a small one this time.“ , said Farah and sat down on one of the wooden chairs.
A small cup? That was new but Nica would remember it. Maybe Farah changed her habits with drinking only big coffee cups. Either way the work was the same. A rhythmic motion, almost like music.

„Now you left for good fifteen minutes.“ , said Nica while looking at the fairy. Farah sighed again and watched a bee on a flower. „Yes I am afraid I did. Do you want to know where?“ , Farah turned away from the bee and let her eyes linger on the sitting figure next to her. Nica shifted in her seat and started to grin. „I already do.“ , she explained and raised her brows. How? Oh, now it dawned Farah and her cheeks flushed red. A very rare thing to happen. „I don’t murmur, Nica,“ , she mumbled beneath her breath. Her wife only laughed. „Yes you do and it‘s adorable.“ , she said between giggles. Farah pouted and looked away.

„Oh stop giving me that look.“ , Farah exclaimed dramatically as she saw the pout on Nica‘s face. „You usually stay longer.“ , the other grumbled and tended to cleaning the bar. „I know but there are a lot of files that need to be done until tomorrow.“ , the fairy tried to apologise. Nica ignored her and that bothered her more than she liked to admit. Saul was right. She had indeed grown fond of the young woman. Perhaps even more than that. „I don’t have time for this.“ , she said and it sounded like a demand. She was angered by the woman’s behavior. „Come on, say goodbye at least.“ , she pleaded but her efforts stayed fruitless.

Soft kisses were peppered on Farah’s cheek until the pout disappeared and turned into a gentle smile. „Just admit it, wifey.“ , a voice whispered into her ear. It made the smile on her lips widen. „Fine.“ , she gave in and opened her eyes to look into her beloved ones. „Only this time. Don’t get used to it.“ , that only earned another laughter from Nica‘s side.

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Perhaps it was the loud noise coming from the room at the end of the corridor. The fact that Deanna turned her stereo on full volume. Perhaps it was the pictures everywhere. Across the hallway, in the living room, in the bedroom she shared with Farah or even the pictures in the room Bloom would crash in from time to time. Perhaps it was something entirely else. Just the difference between now and then. Small signs, soft spoken words and the repeating movie nights every Friday. Many cute little gifts, which where put in a wooden box beneath her side of the bed. All of them were symbols that showed how much love existed for her. Yet there was one thing that would be much more important. It was the glow in Deanna‘s or Farah‘s eyes once they saw her smile. Crazy was that it was not about the smile, but more about the knowledge that they created something that made her happy. It always meant so much to them. To sum it up, there was almost never a day (maybe only once a month) that the cottage wasn’t filled with smiles.
„Do you want some tea, my Love?“ , asked Farah from the kitchen. Nica turned around and nodded absently. „My Love?“ , Farah’s voice halted through the living room. „Uh yes. Of course.“ , replied Nice finally. Farah still couldn’t look through walls. Why not actually? Some silly thoughts crossed her mind before the steaming drink was placed in front of her. Farah gave her a soft kiss before sitting down next to her on the sofa. A soft rustle made Nica look sideways. She rolled her eyes and sighed. „Can you stop working on a weekend for once?“ , Nica asked with a longing smile. She knew the answer already. „They need to be graded until Wednesday.“ , the headmistress answered while her pen flew over the written text of clumsy first year students. „Wednesday. Not tomorrow, FayFay.“. One could hear the displeasure in Nica’s voice as she complained. „You know I can sleep better when its done.“ , the fairy mumbled and furrowed her brows in concentration. Nice let out a groan and slid from the sofa onto the floor. Farah looked up in surprise and chuckled at the sight. „What are you doing?“ , she laughed quietly, but tried to keep her focus on the grading process. She failed miserably. „Feeling neglected.“ , the younger one mumbled against the wooden ground. Farah kept laughing. „You know I would be done with it faster, if you’d let me focus on.“ , she said with an amused tone. There was no reply.
By the time Farah was done it was passed dinner time. Farah had not noticed how loud the music was that came from Deanna‘s room. However, Nica had raised from the floor with a sigh to discipline the stubborn teenager. Deanna had not noticed either. And Nica did not return to Farah, which made the fairy curios.
When she entered the bedroom her eyes widened. Deanna and Nica glanced at her before their eyes returned to the screen. Nica giggled while Deanna stuffed her mouth with popcorn. „What are you two doing?“ , asked Farah and earned a groan from Deanna. Nica paused the series and leaned back. „We are watching Vampire Dairies. Be quiet.“ , replied the girl. Farah huffed and looked at the desk. „Have you finished your homework?“ , Deanna rolled her eyes and groaned louder. „Mum!“ , was the only answer. „It’s weekend.“ , Deanna explained halfhearted wich made Farah shake her head with a smile.
„Fine. Have you had dinner?“ , Nica hold up a crisps bag and pointed on the popcorn-filled bowl. The older fairy sighed in defeat.
She did not intend to join her two favourite girls, but she did nevertheless. Farah couldn’t even understand what the series was about. She only noticed it included vampires. Nica followed the characters enthusiastically while Deanna had leaned against her at some point. Was she asleep? Farah didn’t know but it was not important at the moment. Not as much as the fact that her wife seemed very happy that she had joined them. Nica turned out the TV once she noticed Deanna‘s closed eyes. „I guess we should let her sleep.“ , she gave Farah an expectant look. Farah only hummed in responses and placed a kiss on the girl‘s head. „She wouldn’t want to wake up alone when she fell asleep with people in her room.“ , she replied. Nica knew it was true. A part of it. The other part was Farah hoping to stay next to their girl. She nodded and leaned back. „She is stealing my spot.“ , mumbled the woman and looked at Farah. The fairy chuckled once more and opened her arms as much as she could with Deanna next to her. Her wife didn’t need to think twice before she snuggled against into headmistress.
Tomorrow was far away from now even if the clock said 00:00. That feeling that only this life would bring. Time did not matter as long as they were in the cottage near the coast of Solaria. Every duty, every dirty sock, every crumb on the floor could wait until the sun stood high over the small house. Tomorrow thought Farah. It could wait until tomorrow. Nica smiled once she felt Farah relaxing.

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Cough, cough, then another. The old fairy blinked for a moment before she sat up. The cold cloth had fallen onto the bed. It was not were it belonged anymore and it certainly wasn’t cold anymore. With a sigh she swung her legs over the bed, grabbed the cloth and walked into the kitchen. There was little hope that her wife would be fine until Thursday. She dreaded Thursday. Luna would be in Alfea for a yearly speech about safety and growth. She already knew what exactly would be said. Maybe it was good that she wouldn’t attend then. Saul and Ben could survive that damn day without her. She blinked again and refilled an empty teacup. Afterwards she watered the cloth until it was cold again. Farah would not leave Nica all alone. Sure, Deanna would not have a problem with taking care of her, that girl loved Nica more than she would admit. But Farah did not like the thought.
„Can you sit up for me, dove?“ , it didn’t sound like a question, more like an impatient order. Nica complied without any complains. For now. Then she saw the cup of tea and grimaced. „Come on, please. At least a bit, darling.“ , Farah tried to bargain. Her wife was more stubborn than she thought, though. Nica shook her head and leaned back again. Well Farah couldn’t force her wife to drink could she? Or perhaps? She stood up, not before placing the cloth on Nica’s forehead, and went into the kitchen once more.
Nica looked up when Farah came back. A frown came on her face once she spotted a wine glass in the fairy’s hand. What in the world? But before she could utter a word, Farah had crossed the room. The younger woman couldn’t even react when the headmistress grabbed her chin and said: Drink! The wineglass was placed at her lips and Nica didn’t hesitate this time. She didn’t even breathe. Not that she had the chance to. Once the glass was emptied Farah put it on the nightstand and leaned closer. The younger woman readied herself for a kiss, but Farah smirked. „Good girl.“ , she whispered and stood up to fill the glass once more. Nica propped herself up on her elbows and pouted. That was very disappointing. She didn’t have to wait long for Farah’s return. This time she was prepared. She emptied the glass without any complains, which made Farah smile lovingly. And this time the reward came. Farah set the glass aside and cupped her wife’s cheeks. This kiss was rough, not as soft as usual but Nica leaned into it. That was more than pleasurable. After a long moment Farah parted their lips to take a shaky breath. „You have done very good, dove.“ , the fairy murmured and kissed the woman’s forehead. The pout on Nica’s lips appeared once more. That was all? She let out a whimper and Farah smirked. „What? You need more, darling. Such a needy thing, aren’t you?“ , the older one teased and rested her hand on her wife’s thigh. Nica whimpered once more. Yes obviously, she thought and looked at the fairy. Pleading, waiting. „Use your words, darling.“ , Farah kept teasing the woman. She enjoyed it. „Please kiss me.“ , Nica begged. The fairy smiled and leaned closer once more. Her hand wandered up, closer. Still on Nica’s thigh. „Good girl.“ , Farah closed the distance between them (if someone would even call it distance) and sealed their lips into a passionate kiss. The kind that makes you forget about anything else.
Minutes passed and Farah saw too late what Nica had in mind. But she saw it. Better late than never. „Aha not so fast, dove.“ , there was no softness in her voice. This was Farah being stern. A pout settled on the younger woman’s face as so often lately. „Why? It’s not fair.“ , she complained in a whine. Farah grinned and put a loose strand behind her wife’s ear. „You are still ill, darling. I fear I demand you to rest.“ , the older fairy sighed and gave Nica a look of pity. The groan, which escaped Nica’s throat, was one of pure annoyance.
The bad mood would not hold. Not even until the afternoon, but it still it bothered Farah. Pity, guilt, feelings so small inside her heart so they managed to hide beneath her skin like needles. Who was she, to deny her wife that joy while she was sick. Even if they both knew the sooner Nica felt better they would do it. Maybe it was Farah’s knowledge of Nica’s hate for being ill. Nica suffered, so Farah suffered with her.
„If you don’t lie down right now, I will punish you!“ , Nica stopped her tracks and gave the fairy a sheepish look. „Don’t make me.“ , Farah said in a stern voice. Her lips were pressed into a thin line ad her eyebrows raised. Not a good moment to push luck, but Nica didn’t bother. A step forwards, another until the headmistress had grabbed her wrist and, with surprising strength, pushed her back into the bed. Farah was angry and that was an understatement. The younger woman’s breath quickened once her eyes found Farah’s. „You have been a very naughty girl.“ , her voice was as cold as ice and Nica barely managed to held back a sigh. „What am I gonna do with you?“ , Farah murmured to herself.

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Cool breezes were barely enough to make it less hot for anyone. Farah had rescued herself inside with a smirk. So it was up to Deanna and Nica to collect the cherries. With an excited expression, Deanna had climbed up the tree, a basket in her hand. The young woman had groaned at the sight, before eventually starting to pick up the ones that were low enough for her to reach from the ground. By the time their baskets were full, they still drowned in the amount of the fruits that hung on the big tree.
Meanwhile in the living room Farah battled with an amount of files. On part was homework from her beloved students, reports and of course papers for a more modern system. The last part came from Luna. Farah cursed quietly as she began to read through the files. It was very much like the Queen of Solaria to put on so much work for her on her day off. With a sigh she started to leave her signature on everything she worked up. From time to time she pinched the bridge of her nose as if could keep away the coming headache. It was just so unbelievably frustrating. The work never seemed to end. Not even the third cup of chamomile tea brought some piece to her stressed mind. Farah looked up from the with ink written text. The open window brought some laughter from outside. The fairy smiled, but hesitated a moment before she decided to check on her girls. Witch a sigh she raised from the desk and went to the window. She could feel the heat of the sun through it. Maybe it was good that she stayed in.
Nica groaned for another time while she tried to free her foot that got stuck in the tree. She glanced at the young girl above her and rolled her eyes. Deanna was not much of a help right now. She was way too occupied with laughing. „How the Light did you….hahahaha….manage….“ , she giggled and tried to keep breathing. „Instead of laughing your butt off you could help me, young lady.“ , Nica replied with an annoyed voice. Deanna climbed down and litte, still giggling. She gave the situation a closer look. That seemed quite delicate. „Hmm mum didn’t teach me earth magic yet. I go get her. Don’t move.“ , the girl chuckled and jumped of the tree to get the headmistress. Nica sighed at the bad joke but couldn’t help and smile a little.
„What have you gotten into?“ , asked Farah as she heard the door open. Deanna, still with a grin on her face, entered the living room. „Nica got stuck in a tree.“ , she answered and giggled again. She watched as her mother exited the room with an amused expression.
Outside Nica was glad when Farah loosened the wood around her foot with her fairy magic. „Thank you FayFay.“ , she smiled gratefully. „Well, I guess I can’t let your clumsiness climb a cherry tree like a squirrel.“ , the older woman chuckled behind a hand, much to Nica’s annoyance. „I am not THAT clumsy.“ , she complained but any further protest died as Farah’s lips silenced her in a soft kiss. „Luckily for you, I am a soldier. I will always safe you.“ , Farah murmured softly. „Guess I am very lucky indeed. How are the files doing?“ , the younger woman asked suddenly. The usually workaholic rolled her eyes. That popped the soft bubble of romantic open, but she could not complain about it. „If I start working again, Deanna will hide my other files.“ , she groaned. They stood there for a while, hidden away from all the leaves. No sun could burn that moment too, the cherry tree was way too large. Both of them knew that Farah would go back to her papers and files once Deanna fell asleep. But that moment was luckily no ready to be reached yet. Tea would be empty tomorrow and Nica dreaded the moment she had to go to the market. Yet, that moment could not be ruined by that thoughts either.
„Let’s go inside. I forgot to hide the biscuits and I think Deanna will have noticed that.“ , Farah’s whispered and grabbed her wife’s hands.

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For Nicas‘s taste, sunrise was far too early in the summers. Deanna, of course, shared her opinion. Why by the Light tickled sunrise their noses to such an ungodly hour? The only noise, that could be heard in the cottage at that time, was ink scraped over fine paper and occasional humming. In rare moments Nica would even tease her wife with accusing her of that habit. The fairy denied it every time.
In silence Farah would wake before anyone else in the morning. Well rise before anyone else. Both women noticed quickly that Deanna was already awake mostly. But the girl stayed in bed until she was ready to face the day. The fairy thought it was cute and maybe it was the reason for her humming. To make sure Deanna could hear her. She did not admit it, though.
Quietly she stood up and made her way towards the wooden closet to put herself into a less elegant shirt and leggings. A smile was on her lips when her eyes rested on her sleeping wife. She pressed a kiss on her forehead. Another. Then the younger one smiled in sleep and Farah was satisfied enough with that.
The air was already warm as she exited her home. A yellow butterfly and bees that worked themselves through the flowers in the large garden. Her route was set. Through the cool forest first and then through the Horse Fields. Maybe further if she had the time. It was already half past seven. When she reached the forest she could finally breath better. The air was cooler, better. Not burning on her sensitive skin so much. Further away from her she headed it buzzing, cracking and whistling beneath leaves or up in trees. Once more she realised how lucky they were to live in the Otherworld, which was so different than the Otherworld and the stories Bloom shared with them. It was quiet n the field and apart from the horses nothing seemed to be here. They lifted their heads when she ran passed them but paid her no further attention.
Nica stirred once the smell of fresh coffee reached her nose and kisses were peppered on her cheek and forehead. „Mornin`“ , the woman mumbled and tried to open her eyes. Farah smiled and put the cup on her wife’s nightstand. „Good morning, dove. Slept well?“ , she asked and waited patiently for a response. Said response was a sleepy nod. The headmistress could only chuckle at the sight. For her it was the most beautiful and purest one. And there was nothing she would trade it for. „Still sleepy I see.“ , she gasped when two arms wrapped around her and pulled her down. Half lying on Nica was comfortable, though. She pressed more kisses on the younger woman’s face. „You are adorable, darling.“ , she murmured. That earned a coma-like hmm. „If you let me go, I can make you breakfast in bed.“ , the offering was part of the routine and neither Farah nor Nica had something against it. „Yes, please.“ , came the immediate reply. But no effort was made to loosen the hug. „Darling you have to let me go for that.“ , chuckled Farah and looked down with an amused expression. „Why?“ , a pout had formed on Nica’s lips. Farah kept chuckling at the situation. „Oh darling. I can’t carry you around. I’m sorry.“ , she pressed another kiss, this time on her wife’s lips. „I’ll hurry, alright?“ , maybe this could convince the woman to let her go.
„Here you go, dove.“ , the smell of morning finally settled in the bedroom. A new day had started. Coffee, scrambled eggs and fruits mixed in the air, leaving a colourful rainbow around. Breakfasts in bed were just the best ones. Comfortable, slow and calm. The opposite of the hectic and stressful mornings during weeks. „Thank you, love.“ , the younger woman said while she sipped at her cup. „Not for that, darling.“ , Farah hummed calmly.

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„Oh come one it is so sunny. You cannot keep us only here, mum.“ , Deanna whined for the hundredth time. Farah rolled her eyes, while setting down the two, steaming coffee cups. One for her wife and one for herself. Nica yawned and sipped at the hot fluid, wincing slightly. „Ahh, ouch.“ , the woman reached out a hand to touch the spot where she burned herself. Farah could only chuckle. „It is fresh out of the pot, love.“ , the teasing tone in her voice was undeniable existent. She watched the pout on her wife’s lips. It made her smile even more. „Just for three hours. Please.“ , the girl pleaded, showing the fairy her best puppy eyes. A sigh escaped from Farah‘s throat. „I’ll never understand why you both love going swimming so much.“. „Deanna only grinned and gave Nica a high five. They would go.
A sigh escaped Farah’s throat. Again. Like earlier. The only thing that was comfortably warm was the blanket underneath her. The sand felt like fire and the sun burned the skin without mercy. She could only hope that her wife wouldn’t forget the suncream from time to time. Right now it seemed like she would, though. The laughter of them both reached her ears. At least they had their fun. She would just stay here, reading her book. It was a good one.
„No, no!“ , she tried to convince her daughter, while she was already dragged into the water. „Relax mum.“ , the girl giggled. Deeper and deeper until the water reached her shoulders. The headmistress shivered slightly. Yet the girl was right. Just this once. It was cool, relaxing. One should mention that they were alone. The reason it was relaxing was that it was just the three of them. Otherwise she wouldn’t have gone in.
The sand sticked to her feet like glue. She found it annoying. Even though there were no water droplets on her skin anymore, she felt it between her toes. When they were walking back to the car she attempted to ignore the gnawing feeling. Silence echoed in the car as they drove back. Deanna had her headphones on, her eyes glued to the scenery outside. Nica carefully glanced at the older woman every now and then. She hoped that she could join Farah in the shower. „Ugh this was the last time that I joined you to rot in the sand.“ , started the complaining. The younger one could only snicker in amusement, knowing that Deanna would manage to convince the headmistress again. „Stop laughing.“ , the death glare, Farah gave Nica, would have been scarier, if she had her typical hairstyle. But her soft curls hang over her shoulders, still a little wet. A sight Nica simply admired. Farah responded to the continued laughter by rolling her eyes. She knew that the teasing would keep going at least for a week.
It was pure luck tobe able to accompany her wife to the shower. Deanna had rolled her eyes and sticked out her tongue when she saw both women disappearing into the bathroom. Farah could have sworn she heard a teasingly, disgusted „eww“ behind her, before the door fell shut.
„Are you quiet done, yet? It’s boring alone on the couch.“ , Deanna’s fingers drummed against the wooden door. Closed for an hour by now. „Give us one second, Birdie.“ , Nica answered. She heard a groan from behind the door. Not too long later, both women appeared in the living room. Seemingly satisfied. Farah’s shoulders were relaxed as she settled down next to the girl. Deanna furrowed her eyebrows and pouted. „I have one word for you guys. Disgusting.“ , Farah chuckled in response while Nica tried her best to look innocent. „Do you want tea?“ , asked the fairy softly and stood up from the sofa. „Yes!“ , was the answer from both her favourite beings in the world. With that Farah headed into the kitchen to set up a pot. She opened the shelf above her and grabbed the cups. A smile played on her thin lips as she held her own. The cup was adorned with flowers, which Deanna painted on it.
Finally, it was dark outside, Nica and Farah had the living room for themselves, the air filled with the scent of chamomile and, to Farah’s displeasure, coffee. Yet she begrudgingly let her wife sip the caffeine filled drink. Despite the fact that it wouldn’t change anything. Nica would sleep like a bear in winter. „Never again…“ , the fairy mumbled absently, her fingers playing with the cup. „You are mumbling again.“ , Nica noticed, grinning like a maniac. „That is not true. I simply stated something.“ , Farah defended herself and leaned back. What a day. „Sure.“ , the younger woman leaned against her wife, closing her eyes. She was enjoying this too much. „Stop grinning like that.“ , the older woman with fluxed exhaustion in her voice. Her wife only laughed quietly. „Never.“ , was the answer. „Idiot.“ , the headmistress murmured under her breath. She wrapped her arms around Nice, kissing her cheek affectionately. „My idiot.“ , she said with a smile.

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Sometimes it was just easier to rise with the knowledge that you had a calm day. That was not the case on this day. With a sigh Farah’s sat up on bed, rubbing her eyes. Then, with her usual composure she stood up and approached her side of the wardrobe. A blouse was picked over a dress. Well since it was colder, she thought slowly. When she headed towards the bathroom, she briefly looked at Nica, who still slept peacefully. Something that Farah envied right now.
The sun stood high over Solaria when Nica considered getting up. Coffee was her first goal, because she knew her wife well enough to know that the fairy made breakfast for her. And as usual it would be in stasis for the coffee to stay warm. With slow steps she walked into the kitchen and was greeted by too much sunlight for a morning by the start of the week. On the counter, as predicted, stood a plate with delicious looking breakfast. Next to it was a big coffee cup. It still steamed. So the stasis spell was working nicely. It glimmered softly over the decorated plate. Apart from that Nica’s gaze fell on a piece of paper. The familiar handwriting captured her instantly and the younger woman smiled at the lipstick kiss beneath the words. Those kind of things were their love language. Something they owned. Sometimes it felt like Farah invented it.
Meanwhile a car ride away the headmistress sat at her desk with a stack of files in front of her. A chamomile tea steamed, while ink scraped and scraped. Other than this noise it was silent in the office. The only thing Farah treasured when she had to finish paper work. Even though someone would never have guessed, paper work was nasty for Farah. She was always glad when it was done. It took so much time. Time she could spent with her wife. The fairy shook her head and tried to focus on the small print in front of her. Queen Luna here, Queen Luna there, she thought. That woman was a nuisance and infuriating. Always demanding the most unnecessary things in the older woman’s opinion. If she would spent half of that energy into getting along with Stella…Farah did not dare to end that thought and moved her pen across the papers again.
The empty plate waited on the kitchen as well as the coffee cup. Both needed soap and a bit of water before returning to the shelves above the stove. It was one of the situations where Nica wished for a power similar to Farah’s. A lazy flick with the finger and the work would just get done. Swish, how Deanna loved to say. Swish, but the plate did not move. It stood there on the kitchen counter like some kind of a taunting stature. It was mocking Nica. Mondays mocked Nica. With a heavy sigh the woman raised and washed the two taunting dishes. If only her wife could be here sooner. What a dream, the young woman thought.
The older woman got the message. Her mind just flicked and her thoughts went away from her duties once more. They went home where they belonged. The old fairy smiled and let out a soft sigh. “For Lights sake, I am hurrying, you impatient darling.” , she mumbled quietly and put the pen down. For some reason it felt better than she expected. She should definitely do this more often. The sound of heels on the wooden floor broke the silence. Then rustling from a fancy coat. Thud. The door closed and the office stood empty. A heavy sanctuary for people who adored work like a hobby. But Farah had something far better.
“You are home early. Not that I would ever complain.” , the younger woman had a big smile on her face before their lips crushed against each other’s. Slow and soft. An apology and a quick nod about it. Farah knew she was forgiven already. “I shall repeat it, my love.” , she responded against her wife’s lips. Another kiss. The mood was bold enough for it. The fairy pulled Nica closer, hands on her waist. The younger woman’s hands rested on the fairy’s shoulders. When she lowered them, Farah chuckled. “You are not half as sneaky as you think.” , the words drew a cute pout on Nica’s face. The fairy chuckled once more and let herself be pulled into the bedroom where she pushed Nica on the bed.