#stilva

[radroller]

[partiallypearl]

It's not Halloween, but the ghost you dressed up as Sure knows how to haunt, yes, it knows how to haunt

[lilsyl]

my inner shipper is screaming from this dialogue

[misscrimsondawn]

Saul Silva & Princess Stella ~ Stilva Historical! au

[partiallypearl]

“I have to admit, an unrequited love is so much better than a real one. I mean, it's perfect... As long as something is never even started, you never have to worry about it ending. It has endless potential.” ― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

[relentlessescapism]

would anyone like to hold hands with me and skip down the road while chitchatting about stella and silva?

[relentlessescapism]

stilva + coffee shop date 😌

ty for the prompt anne <3

"Thanks for meeting me here," Stella said softly, taking in the man who had seated himself across from her on the rickety little table.

Saul looked up from studying the menu. "Of course." He had scoped out the area before walking in and then stared down the two other customers and the one barista as if delving into their minds to figure out their intentions. "Nobody will see us here?"

Stella nodded. "Yeah. And if they do, they won't know who we are. It's completely safe." It was completely safe. The owner, Matilda, had chatted with her on so many occasions and Stella had kept her cover. Until she realized that everyone in this sleepy little town was so far removed from everything that was going on in the heart of Solaria that they didn't know who she was and nor did they care.

It was refreshing. And now it was her safe haven. Everything about this little town made her heart swell with love.

The adorable mom and pop shops that lined the two-lane streets. The breathtaking view of the vast mountains and green forest surrounding the run-down buildings and residential streets. The lively energy in the air you could just sense from any interactions around. It was a place Stella would love to call home one day. In another life.

"I'm going to have the spinach and cheese omelet." His sensible order came. "Have you decided?"

Stella nodded, already moving to stand so she could go place the order. "Yeah, I'll have my usual latte with avocado toast. No coffee for you?"

Silva gave her a small smile. "You can surprise me, but," he made a similar move to stand, "it's on me today."

Stella shook her head, the beginnings of a smile already playing on her lips. "I already have my card out, sorry. Plus, you drove an hour out because of me, so I owe you this."

He shook his head, already walking ahead of her until they were a few feet away from the counter. "Nonsense. I drove here willingly and I'm paying willingly, too."

"Saul, you don't have to," but her face had broken into an exasperated grin, knowing he wouldn't back down.

He crossed his arms over his chest and rubbed his shoulder against hers. "I want to, Stell. It's no big deal."

As if he hadn't funded her monthly stays with him for the past three years.

They ordered quickly and after a little scuffle over paying – which Saul won by having cash on hand – they headed back to their seats.

(that's all i've got lol just imagine an outside the glass window shot of them happily chatting away as they enjoy their meals and exchange shy smiles zooming out slowly the end <3)

[relentlessescapism]

It's a lonely night of scrolling and swiping, until she stumbles upon a familiar face.

What the hell was Professor Silva doing on Tinder?

She screen-shotted the profile almost on autopilot, not knowing what to do about it while simply absorbing the pictures and the bio written underneath.

Specialism Professor at Alfea School of Magic. 43. Love adventures, nights in, and everything in between.

She stared some more.

It hadn't been long since she'd seen him on campus everyday, all suited up in his uniform with his hair trimmed neatly above his ears. His look had clearly changed since then. He looked less like the man who lived as a soldier and more like the middle-aged man he really was. One seeking a life outside of his job.

It made Stella wonder who had encouraged this profile and who had helped him put it out there. Had he and Ben discussed this together? She couldn't imagine Terra's dad and Professor Silva sitting around discussing their dating lives. Or lack of them.

Silva was probably at home alone on a weeknight like this, squandering his time on an app that barely assured his companionship. He was going to need all the help he could get.

She leaned up, reaching for the nightstand drawer where she was sure she had stashed an old key to his place. If she didn't want Saul to be lonely anymore, she'd need to find the key and a good enough reason to show up at his place on a weekday.