Fareeha has got a whole personality of her very own! She’s headstrong, a little cocky, she’s got a strong sense of right and wrong and a corny sense of humor, she’s a skilled leader, like, approximately none of her personality is “follows Mercy around marveling at how pretty she is.” I’m not by a long shot objecting to shipping them or making fanworks about them being together, but, maybe let Fareeha act like herself a little bit and do something other than “stand in the background worshipping Angela and talking about how perfect she is?”
Sometimes I just can’t get over the fact that Fareeha is like a head taller than Angela. She’s 180 and Angie is only 170. It’s 10 centimeters difference people!!! Imagine Angela has to stand on tip toe to kiss her wife. That’s the cutest shit ever (≧∀≦)
Fareeha lifted the lid on her trunk, one hand scooping out the neat folders and piles of accumulated uniforms until she came upon the hard case she had been looking for. She pulled it from the trunk, replacing the displaced objects in order.
She sat back on her heels, laying the case on the ground and flicking the latches open. She opened the lid to reveal a camera, its charger, and several lenses. At the top edge of the case, golden letters in black velvet spelled ‘ANA AMARI,’ no less bright than the day her mother had first bought the case, ushering her over, and saying, in their native tongue:
“Darling,” she had turned the camera over in her hands, “our memories are precious, and everything changes. But we must do all we can not to forget.”