✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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✧･ﾟ　MERLIN  ft.  midna

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MERLIN COULD UNDERSTAND THAT .  he’d often been dragged away from what he was supposed to be doing because he got distracted by a creature or flower or even just a tug in his powers .  It’d let to some nasty shit sometimes - someone getting hurt , him getting kidnapped , you name it .  But he’d found incredible things because of it too .  He’d found places where magick flourish and bled from the earth itself , where animals moved with freedom and ease , where flowers bloomed in the dead of winter .

  EY SHRUGGED , letting themself debate the words .  ❝ I suppose you could call it an escape attempt .  I couldn’t sleep , so I decided a walk out here might calm my mind enough . ❞  It might make him forget all the memories that weighed on em , that kept sleep away on nights like this .  ❝ I know this probably isn’t the smartest place to walk around especially at night but … ❞ Ey shrugged .  Magick was common here in Sallow Hills , but he wasn’t sure if someone else would understand why he was so drawn to the woods .  There was a magick here that called to em , that begged them to come out and be amongst it .  It was a magick unlike most that ey had felt and seen over the years , built so fully on chaos .  ❝ I’m Merlin , by the way , ❞ ey hold their hand out for her to shake .  ❝ What brings you out here ? ❞

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Midna dispelled his comment about the safety of the forest with a wave of her hand. She wasn’t too concerned with such things. If anything happened, she would simply cross that bridge when she got to it. She had always been a more ‘live in the moment’ type of person, after all. 

“I’ve always liked a bit of excitement, but I haven’t run into much trouble so far. I’ve had many people warn me how dangerous this place is, I’ve lost count.” The woman moved to shake Merlin’s hand. She had a good handshake. How could she not after years of lessons and even more years putting it into practice in court? A queen had to have a good handshake. If it weren’t, what would that say about the person behind it? “Midna. Pleasure to meet you, Merlin.”

She smiled at em as she let go of eir hand. Midna tried to think of a good explanation for what she was doing. It was a bit hard to put into words even to herself. “I suppose I’m just mulling a few things over. Lots to think about. The forest has been the best place for me to do that since I got here. It's the closest I can get to home. Besides, it's a beautiful night.”

ofmvoonlight​:

Zelda knew the risks when they decided to pursue modeling. They knew that their life would change and that privacy no longer would exist in their world. It was all rather tragic. But it had gotten worse and worse by each passing day. In the beginning of living here things had been pretty calm due to Zelda just starting off this career path. But now that they had lived here for a while and have made a name for herself, things had quickly changed. Some days they could go to the store and not be surrounded. But there were days, like this one for instance, when they didn’t really have a choice in the matter. 

It started with maybe ten people and then it escalated into thirty. Truth be told, Zelda had lost count and now it felt like they were drowning out at sea. No one seemed to care however. They must think; it’s her own fault. She is a celebrity, she knew what she signed up for. 

It was close minded and it was cruel. No one deserved to lose their humanity just because of the job they have. And being a model shouldn’t really be that big of a deal but guess they were wrong. They didn’t want to change career path, of course not. But maybe they should listen to their boss about getting security. Back home in Hyrule, they had been isolated from the rest of the world. But here? Here she could be free. And she didn’t want to lose that. So they would just have to come up with a deal. 

They had about given up when it came to getting help when they heard someone speak up. Their eyes widened when they saw a kind looking man hold out his hand to them. Taking it without hesitation, they let out a sigh of relief.

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Pulling on the hand clasped to his, Sam managed to tug the stranger through the crowd. He kept her close until they were a ways away from the mess of people. He had vaguely remembered doing something similar with someone close to him before, but the specifics of memory felt intangible (as many of them did these days), so he gave up on the train of thought for the time being. 

When it was safe, Sam let go of her hand. He looked at her, concern etched into his brow. “You alright, miss? Seemed like quite the fuss. What’s that all about, if you don’t mind me asking?”

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✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

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RIVER DIDN’T HAVE A FAMILIAR FACE .  that was the issue .  The reason why Bill’d recognized her the moment she’d walked in .  There was something about her that stood out , that made her different than anyone else . ( And yes she was hot but it wasn’t just that .  Bill wasn’t that lonely , though she’d always had a thing for older women ) .  She wished the Doctor was here so she could pester them .  She would the minute she tracked them down , and maybe even get a direct answer about who River Song was .  But for now , she had a River who didn’t know the Doctor to deal with .

  ❝ Honestly , I think I can only find my way around cuz the Doctor was my professor and tutor , so I vaguely understand how their mind works .  Key word on vaguely . ❞  The rugs and paintings .  Rugs should be over by the furniture but they wouldn’t be .  No .  They’d be by the bedroom trinkets - nightstand books , clocks , etc .  So Bill started off that way .  ❝ Are you decorating your home ? ❞

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River raised an eyebrow when Bill mentioned the fact the Doctor was both her professor and tutor, but said nothing of it. She had always wanted to be a professor herself, but here she was: in The Middle of Nowhere, Wales. She laughed a bit at the other’s wit. River understood the sentiment after only having been around the Doctor for a little while, and she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have to deal with them all the time (though she’d like to).

“Flat, but yes, I am. I got to town quite recently, and the little box feels far too empty to be anything remotely near comfortable.” River followed as Bill walked, and eyed everything on display. She was finding it to be much easier to focus on the actual objects on sale this time round. Remembering what the Doctor had asked on her first visit, she figured she would give Bill a bit of guidance, “I don’t have a particular theme or anything. Just pieces with some nice character to them.”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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THE  WOMAN  WAS  DRESSED  INTERESTINGLY,  TO  SAY  THE  LEAST.    not  that  zsasz  had  any  place  to  talk  with  his  nearly  all-leather  get  up.    Hers  was  certainly  more  fitting  for  a  Welsh  countryside  town  than  his  own,  but  he’d  never  been  one  to  mind  standing  out  in  a  crowd.    In  fact,  it  usually  was  quite  the  opposite.    Zsasz  knew  how  to  use  shadows  and  darkness  to  his  aid,  but  also  when  to  draw  the  eye  of  everyone  around  him.

HE  PUT  THE  BOX  OF  GOOD  ON  THE  COUNTER,  raising  a  brow  bone  at  kai  who  seemed  to  look  up  at  him  in  question.    He  sighed.    He  supposed  he  and  Oswald  were  spoiling  the  dragon  a  bit  too  much.    ❝ Don’t  you  have  a  register  to  guard? ❞    Kai  let  out  a  snort,  but  did  turn  and  head  over  to  the  small,  purple  pillow  beside  the  cash  register.      With  that,  Zsasz  turned  his  attention  back  to  the  woman.

HE  TOOK  THE  KNIFE,  CAREFULLY  MOVING  IT  TO  NOT  CUT  EITHER  OF  THEM.    ❝ yes  well,  i  suppose  the  knives  either  moved  in  transport  or  my  shop  assistant  was  messing  around  in  the  back  and  hoped  i  wouldn’t  notice.    Either  way,  thank  you.    If  you  feel  I  need  to  prove  myself  proficient  at  weapons,  I’m  always  happy  to  give  a  demonstration. ❞    He  spun  the  knife  in  his  hand,  getting  it  into  a  more  comfortable  grip.    Quickly,  he  took  aim  at  the  board  he  had  across  the  store  for  just  this  and  sent  the  knife  flying.    It  landed  in  the  bullseye  with  a  thunk.    He  gave  a  flourish  of  a  half  bow.    ❝ Now,  is  there  anything  I  can  assist  you  with? ❞

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Yennefer couldn’t help but to watch the dragon retreat to its spot beside the register. It was a mistake in the end, as the sight once again took her mind elsewhere. She was quickly brought back to the moment when he spoke once again. 

She wasn’t sure if it had been the intention, but she wasn't intimidated or startled. In fact, she was far from it. For the first time since she had arrived in Sallow Hills, she was hit with a startling amount of familiarity. The way he dressed, the dramatics, the set up and contents of the shop: they reminded her of home. She could’ve sworn something identical had happened with Lambert when she was visiting Kaer Morhen once, but she didn’t want to dwell on it. She had business to do. 

“Impressive. Though, I was making a joke.” A smirk grew on her face as she met his eyes, and there was a quirk to her brow in sudden intrigue of the man before her. Yennefer nonchalantly crossed her arms in front of her as she looked between him and the blade now protruding from the wall. “I’m new here. I don’t have any... guarantee of personal protection, and I should like to remedy that. What would you recommend?”

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Just looking down on the ground, he slowly nodded. “I didn’t mean to make myself sound like the victim because I am not one. I dug this hole and I shall lie in it” because that is what he should do. He should lay in the cold and realize that what had transpired was far worse than any other mistake he had made back home. Because this time around he used something against her that should have never been used in the first place. It should have been left alone, kept away from the rest of the world. He hit her where it hurt the most and for that he could never forgive himself. That was why he could never blame her if she didn’t want to forgive him either.

“Do you want me to win you back? You have a choice in this as well, Yennefer” he finally looked at her and sighed softly. “I could never force you to stay. That is just not in my nature” he had always believed that every single person had the choice to stay or to leave. And now when he had hurt her so deeply it was only fair for him to actually back off and let her decide what she wanted. 

Geralt loved her and he always would. Wishing for her, yearning for her and begging that she would one day be his had become such a big part of his everyday life. But could he with a clear conscience continue this if the damage was too grave? “You deserve the world, Yennefer. And if you want me to fight then I will. I will fight until my body screams for misery and even then I will push through it. Because you are my wish, my one and only. You always will be no matter what happens”

To be this in love with someone was dangerous. Geralt knew that but he did not care. Because she was everything he wanted and more. She had passion and she had a fire inside her heart that many people feared. But not Geralt. Never.

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Making fists at her sides to steady hands that were shaking with rage, Yennefer wanted to scream in frustration. Why was this all so difficult? Why did life have to be so cruel to her after all this time? Was her childhood spent tending to pigs worth more money than her not enough? Were the days trapped in Aretuza with nobody to write to her, the days serving selfish kings, the pain of fighting battles not her own not enough to satisfy whatever cruel bit of the universe that was seemingly after her? Why did Geralt have to be wrapped up in it too?

“Do you think you would still be alive and standing here talking to me if I didn’t want you to? After all this time I thought you’d know me well enough to get that.” Yennefer took a breath and let go of the fists she had made. She wanted somebody to try for her, to want her in the same way she wanted. She had wanted Geralt back so badly, she took drastic measures to be able to have him. It wasn't the fact there had been someone else that made her angry, it was that he had put so little effort into coming back to her after. 

There was the talk of the wish again. It got to her more than it should’ve. How did she know what they felt for each other wasn't just some djinn’s spell and not their own natural feelings? He had known her all of five minutes when he made it, and they had been wrapped up around one another ever since. She would dwell on that another day. 

“I want—“ a sound of frustration. “I want you to want me like I want you.” It sounded almost pathetic to her as she sighed in something nearing defeat. The tide of anger was slowly receding from her at last. 

⌘Samwise Open Starter⌘

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Samwise had never heard of any of the holidays that the people of Sallow Hills began to buzz about as the days began to chill. Then again, he had never heard of many things people here talked of. He did his best to learn through library books or stories told by friends and customers.

He had always loved holidays back home. Festivities sprawled out from under the Party Tree across the entire Party Field. If there was one thing a hobbit knew, it was enjoy a good party. It combined their three favorite activities: eating good food, drinking good ale, and having good company. Foreyule (a celebration of the new year) was upon him, and he wasn't going to let the location stop him from having a little party between friends. 

This is why he found himself walking down the street, hands full of bags from various shops in town. Everything was going just fine until one of the brown paper bags ripped, sending various items tumbling down the sidewalk. Blast, Samwise Gamgee. Bending down to pick things up, he was really hoping his mishap had gone unnoticed. Unfortunately, he was mistaken, as someone had already approached him. 

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He understood the sentiment, maybe it would be best to sever ties with Geralt, but he also knew that it wouldn’t last long. “yes, the liqour does seem alot nicer here. and there seem to be many different types aswell, each with unique flavours.and all of the special mixes and combinations of colourful liquids, it looks like an alchemical workshop in every bar.”

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Yennefer nodded, being quite happy with the newfound assortment of liquor herself. She was beginning to understand why the pub was so often brimming with people. It wasn't so people could confer and it happened to be the only place in town for such a thing, but because they actually enjoyed the drink and company. She missed The Continent as much as the rest of them did, but Yennefer didn’t think she could ever miss the stench or service or patrons of one of its inns.

“It is indeed,” she murmured as she eyed the colorful bottles on display. There was silence between them for a minute before she broke the tension. “You know, I’ve dreamt up a lot of things in my time, but I never thought the pair of us would ever be stood together lamenting our sorrows over drinks.”