⌘Samwise & Sirius⌘

⌘ Samwise & Zelda ⌘

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Samwise Gamgee had developed a nice routine over the past few months. Most days, he would go to work, maintain the various plants he looked after, go home, repeat. His days off held slightly more variety, leading him in and out of different shops and eateries, but even they remained relatively dull. 

Sam was still fairly new to the town of Sallow Hills, and he was so focused on balancing things out, he had gotten little time to make friends (which was a great disappointment as he loved to socialize). Most who lived there were kind, though. They helped make the sudden change of scenery a little easier. 

As in all places, there were people who weren’t so kind. Sam made it a purpose to not stick his nose into other people’s business, his Gaffer’s advice still echoing in his ears after all this time; keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble will come to you. Though it seemed today was one to break that rule; to his displeasure, he noticed a bit of a scene on his walk home.

It nearly didn’t catch his eye. There was a small mass of people on the side of the walk, and it wasn’t until he had drawn closer that he realized they were amassing around a nervous-looking woman. She looked vaguely familiar, but there wasn't time to dwell on such things. Pushing in on the crowd helped him better figure out the situation.

“Isn't it a bit late in the day to be bothering people on their walks home? Get out of here, the lot of you.” He hadn’t shouted, but said it loud enough for them all to have heard. When he was able, he held out a hand to the woman they had been surrounding. “Come on, best to get you away from here.”

I don’t wanna do this. I don’t.

simcnsncwsalisbury​:

   He’s disappointed in her response because he’d really love to know what it is about this place that keeps calling him. Maybe it’s the magick and since a part of him still aches for what once was, this shop’s own power keeps pulling him in. Although, he could consider it a relief that they don’t know each other. That’s one less person he has to apologize to for forgetting them. One less person he has unintentionally hurt. 

   ❝ Okay. Well that’s a good thing, I guess. Thank you. I’m Simon. It’s nice to meet you. ❞ He glances over at the shelf he knocked into and makes his way over to pick up the items he’d accidentally tipped over. It isn’t many of them but Simon takes his time putting each one in it’s place. He doesn’t want to leave just yet. This place feels familiar and Simon wants to keep digging for more clues. 

   He also doesn’t want to leave yet because he’s a bit enthralled by the retailer. Not in a way that he’s being unfaithful to his partner, of course not. Not ever. There’s only one soul in the universe for him- but he’s also not blind. 

   She’s beautiful. Completely beautiful all around but it’s her eyes that captivate him the most. Simon’s never seen someone with one’s like hers. Out of all the creatures and people he’s come across, none of them had had violet eyes. Not that he remembers anyway, and he would have recalled seeing eyes like hers. Simon tries to swallow the question he so badly wanted to ask upon first seeing her, but curiosity gets the best of him this time around. He finishes up with the trinkets and faces her again.

   ❝ Did you make your eyes that color? Are they magickal? ❞

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There was nothing subtle about Yennefer of Vengerberg. A very long time ago, near a century now, she had been the opposite. She used to shrink back into the shadows until she was barely perceptible. Though all of that changed when she gained more confidence in herself (and had a touch of cosmetic work done). There were few people like her on The Continent, and even fewer in Sallow Hills. She always wore a choker with a black obsidian star on it, and her hair was nearly always tumbling down in perfect curls. Her wardrobe was stunning, with every piece suiting her style and body perfectly. Almost everything she wore was black or white, and there was only the occasional pop of colour. Her skill with makeup was equal to that of her skill with clothing, and at this point it was unclear if the precision came from magic or decades of practice. 

In the same way her clothes accentuated her body, her makeup did the same to her face. She supposed that was why people often complimented her eyes-- they popped in contrast to the neutral colours otherwise on her face. She didn’t know that purple eyes didn’t exist on this sphere, for that would have been the true answer to her curiosity. 

“It’s not a problem. Pleasure to meet you Simon. I’m Yennefer.” She was slightly astounded when he turned to fix the items on the shelf. Most people who made a mess never thought to stay and fix it. The mage stared at him as he did, trying to paint herself a picture of the person before her with every detail available. She was about to ask him if there was anything else she could help him with when he spoke first.

Yennefer gave a small laugh at the question. She could respect the blunt nature of his asking. “No, no I was born with them. I’m not sure what genetic factor gave me them, but from my research, they have to do with my father’s bloodline. He was a half-elf. They aren’t magical, either. They work the same yours do. I have been told they’re hypnotic, but I think the man who said it was just trying to get a free favor from me.”

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“Thanks, me too,” Catra said. They were silent, pondering the next thing Midna had said. Her offer of friendship. Catra didn’t usually do friends. In the past, their only friend had been Adora, but recently, Adora’s friends had become theirs. And now here, in this new place, they had no friends, and it felt far more lonely than it had in the past. 

“Okay,” xe said. “I accept your offer of friendship.” It was rather a formal and awkward way of saying it, but Catra could be sort of awkward when it came to new things, like friendship. Xe offer her a shy smile, trying not to feel self conscious. 

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Grinning at xer words, Midna gave an enthusiastic spin around. Any normal being would have tripped on the countless twisting tree roots or forest debris, but Midna was far from normal. She stuck out in the forest: much too tall, red hair cutting through the pitch black, a skirt and nice shoes. Of course, if she truly desired to sink deep enough into the shadows that she went unseen, she could, though she saw little fun in that. 

“Midna and Catra. Catra and Midna. I think it has a ring to it,” she said lightly. As they approached the edge of the forest, Midna stretched out her arms and sighed as if she had just finished a lovely yoga class. She looked over at her new friend, trying to figure out the best move. While Midna had much more experience with being friendly, her royal status made it difficult to have any sense of normalcy. She hoped she had a decent enough grasp on the concept to make this work. “I’m starving. You wanna swing over to my apartment for some late night paninis?”

Yennefer of Vengerberg | Details. 

⌘Yennefer Open Starter⌘

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Earth was a strange place. That was one thing Yennefer knew for sure. The planet did have its upsides, yet many of the downsides were… frustrating, to say the least. The largest of which arose from her employment situation. Yennefer had never been good with authority. Nobody got to have the satisfaction of telling her what to do. Even when she seemed to release control to someone else, it was a façade she had deceived them into believing. Her chronic insubordination was why she had gone freelance; she got to be her own boss, and answered to nobody save herself. Yet that wasn’t an option here. She couldn’t trade magical favours for some coin, meaning she had no income. 

Doing the sensible thing, she got an actual job. She could handle customers just fine, and the little metaphysical shop suited her quite well, so it all ended up falling into place. It was easy enough, and she could card through some of the ancient looking books found there in her down time. She was sitting near the register doing just that when she heard the door. By the time she had gotten to the front, the person seemed already intrigued by something. Yennefer gave her very best customer service smile, “Can I help you find something?”

velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes​:

They knew they were failing at keeping themselves entirely in check. River had made that difficult for a very long time. They could see things flickering through that devastatingly clever mind, she had always been so very clever, and they forced themself to take a deep breath and still their hearts. 

“What do you do for work?” They couldn’t help the question, wanting to know what River did when she didn’t know them, didn’t travel the universe and time. “I see, I have plenty of all of that. Would you prefer Oriental? Mediterranean? Classic British? A mixture of any and everything that just catches your eye?” 

They watched her step closer and resisted the urge to close that distance. River had been one person they hadn’t wanted space from in many years. A slow smile spread over their face, a little sad at the edges in the way so many of the Doctor’s smiles were when faced with one of their losses. “Hello, River. I’m The Doctor,” they introduced as they accepted her hand.

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There was an odd feeling creeping over her. River didn’t understand it, and she hated things she didn’t understand. She was the type to keep digging at a mystery until she found the explanation she was looking for (at least she thought as much– the amnesia made feelings and reactions a little confusing for her at times).

“Really? Your name is just ‘The Doctor’? It's an interesting one I’ll give you that. It's lovely to make your acquaintance.. I work at the secondary school– year eight history and advanced history,” she returned the smile, though her own was much more cheery.

It was only then River realized that she hadn’t let go of their hand. She dropped it quickly, flustered, and that creeping feeling found itself a home and settled in the pit of her stomach. Oh god. Her students must be rubbing off on her, as she suddenly understood it: she fancied the bloody shopkeep. Trying her best to not come across as a socially awkward freak, River replied with an easy, “I’m definitely the anything and everything sort.”

The way she said it, and the little smirk pulling at her mouth, made it sound much dirtier than simply buying antiquities.

“I like a bit of character in a piece, a bit of story. With my job, it's probably no surprise when I say I like older pieces, but I’m open to whatever you think I would like, Doctor,” she supplied, hopeful they would have a few things that fit the bill.

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of Yennefer of Vengerberg Wilczynski⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

yennefer | Yennefer Wilczynski. I live in a nice large flat with my daughter Ciri.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

y | Thirteen months now, since May of last year.

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

y | That's none of your business. I have Ciri and Geralt, and that's what matters.

Would you ever want to leave?

y | Easily, yes.

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

y | Its alright. There's nothing remarkable about this place that I haven't seen a million other human settlements do before

Any other comments, questions, or other tidbits you would like to add?

y | You all are so nosy, and I would appreciate if you kept your noses out of my business in the future.

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.·:*¨༺  KATE  ft.  river

KATE  FINISHED  WIPING  DOWN  YESTERDAY’S  FACTOID  OFF  THE  MINI  CHALKBOARD  SHE’D  BOUGHT,  and  thumbed  through  her  phone  for  the  next  one.    It  was  one  of  her  favorite  bits  of  the  White  Rabbit  during  Pride  Month  -  getting  to  share  information  to  the  community.    When  did  the  first  gay  bar  open?    1936  -  Mona’s  440  Club  in  San  Francisco.      The  bell  chiming  pulled  Kate’s  attention  away  from  the  board,  as  she  smiled  at  the  woman  who  walked  in.      

     ❝  Welcome!    We’re  not  too  packed  right  now,  but  be  warned  -  it’s  poetry  night  tonight  and  I’ve  had  a  lot  of  people  promise  to  come.  ❞

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❃゜・。. ・°゜

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River had not had much time to explore town since she had arrived a few months back. Her job kept her busy making lesson plans, grading papers, and coming up with engaging activities for her students.  She had heard people reference places here and there, and felt it was high time she actually got around to visiting some of them for herself. 

Having decided to go to the White Rabbit after work was one of the best ideas she’d had in a long while. Upon entering it was easy to see why people liked the place so much. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been individually greeted when walking into a bar (but to be completely fair— River didn’t remember much of anything). 

“Poetry night?” River flashed a smile, “I had no idea. How exciting!”