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Catra blushed bright red at Midna’s giggle, feeling even more embarrassed, but xe hoped the dark of the night before them hid xir flushed cheeks. Xe cleared xir throat, trying not to let it get to xem.

“That does sound beautiful,” xe said, once the embarrassment had faded a bit. “People who are afraid of the dark are usually not the best ones to take judgement from anyway.”

Catra swallowed, not making eye contact as Midna became more serious. “Yeah, I’ve got… I’ve got my Adora back home. I mean- my girlfriend,” they said. “I mean, there’s friends too, I guess. Her friends sort of accepted me into their-” Catra made a face, clearly showing her disdain for the words they were about to say “best friend squad. But Adora’s the one I want to get back to the most. She’s…” everything to me.

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Midna shrugged off xer comment. At this point, she couldn’t, or wouldn't, judge people who were scared of the dark. It was natural in Hylians and humans alike. She supposed it could’ve been part of the curse the goddesses put on her people so long ago— to not only cast them out, but to make everyone afraid. She didn’t like that notion.

“That's a pretty name,” Midna replied softly. “She sounds like a wonderful person. Missing her must… I know what its like to miss someone like that.”

She didn’t say anything else for a little while, her hands playing with the soft fabric of her skirt. “I won’t say it gets easier, because it doesn't. But you learn how to cope. Funny enough, this place brought me back to the person I was missing, so maybe it’ll bring her here for you too.”

rebellioussnips​:

Ahsoka had fallen in love with the way Earth did holidays, they felt so soft and warm to ward off the winter cold. She both loved and hated the snow and the cold, for what she felt was good reason. The reality, though, was that she hadn’t particularly allowed herself to get close to anyone and it made it a lonely time of year as well. 

Distracted, she walked through town for her break from the inn, knowing it was important she let herself walk away from time to time. But, even distracted, she had a habit of paying attention to the people around her. Hearing the rip, her eyebrow arched as she looked to the source. She followed that instinct she always had that said go help and immediately knelt to help him gather up the few stragglers. 

“Here you go,” she mused, holding onto the things she’d picked up. “I have a spare bag, one of the reusable ones,” she offered, reaching into her bag and pulling it out, tucking his things into it before holding it out. “Don’t want you to lose anything,” she said gently, a soft smile on her face. 

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It took a moment to register the woman’s words as he had been wrangling in the items that had rolled. Samwise, obviously frazzled, needed a second to find his voice again, “Oh, thank you very much.“

He was grinning now, and, taking the bag from her, Sam put the items he had picked up into it. A quick glance over the contents told him that everything had been retrieved, aside from… aha! He reached over to grab the missing bag of cinnamon, and dropped it in. Standing, he offered a hand to help her up.

“I really appreciate the hand. I don’t think we’ve met! Sam Gamgee, at your service.” The whole non-Middle-Earth greeting thing was still slightly confusing to him, but it's the thought that counts. Right?

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 ⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  CATRA && MIDNA

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Catra found xemself laughing as xe watching Midna spin around. She looked quite elegant, and if xe were being honest with xemself (which xe rarely were), if it weren’t for xem being in love with Adora, xe’d probably have a thing for Midna. She was quite beautiful. And she was right. Catra and Midna did have a ring to it.

Catra tilted their head. They had no idea what a pannini was, but from context clues, they could guess it was some kind of food.

“Actually yeah, that would be great,” Catra said, their stomach growling at just that moment. “I don’t know if I’ve eaten today. I’ve been a bit preoccupied with the whole escape attempt and being miserable thing, so I forgot.”

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Midna seemed overjoyed at the idea of having company. It was becoming quite clear how joyful and bouncy she truly was. 

“I understand. I’ve been there once or twice myself. But now you have me to perk you up a bit! Now, let's see if I can find the way back to town proper.”

Her eyes scanned their surroundings, them being so well adjusted to the dark made it easier to search for her target. It only took a few seconds before she found what she was looking for. 

Gently tugging on Catra’s sleeve, she pointed, “Footpath’s right over there. Should make our walk much easier!”

As Midna linked arms with Catra (not really knowing or caring if Catra was a link-arms-with type of person or not), she began to walk towards the little path. For a moment, she considered the person beside her. Xe was shorter than Midna, far shorter, but that wasn't a big surprise as she was an abnormally tall being for all who weren't Twili. Catra seemed an interesting friend to have— mysterious background, angst, and all. Xe was quite pretty too, but not exactly Midna’s type. 

“Sooo,” Midna began, not liking to stew in silence. “Do you have a place in town yet, or are you still at the B&B?”

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Geralt really did wish that he had a filter because hurting the people he loved the most wasn’t really the way to live. He didn’t like seeing the pain in their eyes after he had once again opened his mouth and said something harsh and even unforgiveable. He wondered why he was the way he was and why he had been so comfortable with the way he carried himself. No one should like being cold and harsh, no one should like pushing people away and no one should like being this lonely. 

He wanted to protect her from harm and that also meant protecting her from himself and the way he was acting. Yes he was a rather selfish man from time to time when it came to Yennefer. He was selfish due to the need of keeping her in his life and the lengths he would go to make sure that she would always be there. But could he really do that when he had said the things he had said? When he had been acting in such a disgusting and vile way?

When she started to talk, he could feel his heart sink further and further down into the pit of his stomach because he knew that she was right. “I understand” he mumbled. Running a hand through his hair, Geralt looked at her and let out a shaky breath. “What I did.. I do not deserve a second, a third or a fourth chance. If you want this to end then I will respect your wishes and leave you alone" 

It’s the least he could do after all the torment and emotional whiplash. Sometimes he even confused himself with the intense emotions he constantly went through. The up’s and the down’s, the love and the hate. It wasn’t easy to have a heart that was beating inside your chest and it wasn’t easy to feel that heart shatter into a tiny little pieces.

But he deserved it.

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Exasperation. It was the only emotion that Yennefer could manage to feel when he spoke. Her brow furrowed in momentary confusion before realization settled over her. This bumbling idiot was so stupid, and it was a miracle that he had lived so long with a little brain like that rattling about his head. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to collect herself before speaking again. What the hell was she going to do with him? 

“Geralt.” Her voice was strained, trying not to bounce back out of control, “You deserve the award for stupidest witcher in creation. I’m not breaking things off, you oaf. I’m taking you back.”

Yennefer sighed, eyes narrowing at him, “So unless that isn’t what you want to do, can we just get on with things?”

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“Earth isn’t so different from the continent. Sure there are new kingdoms to learn about including this ‘Wales’ that we live in, although why anyone would name their kingdom after a large sea animal I don’t know” Jaskier smiled softly he didn’t know how to respond about Geralt, finding out that he was forgotten burned to the bard’s core, It killed him on the inside.

“Not solely yours, no.” Jaskier dipped his head

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Yennefer chuckled, having to steady her drink to stop it from spilling. It was one of the first actual laughs she had in a few weeks now. Jaskier had a penchant for making the smallest remarks the funniest (and the alcohol helped a little, too). Shaking her head, a little smile still on her mouth, she sighed. 

“Well, damn him! He’s done nothing but cause us strife since his stupid white-haired head popped back up. I say we try and make some happiness of our own. No witchers necessary.” It was a nice sentiment, and one Yennefer would love to hold onto, but when the alcohol cleared from her mind she would know that simply couldn’t work. But just for the night, she would hold onto it. She held her drink out to toast with him on it.

“Say what you will about this sphere-- their liquor far surpasses most of the grog you find on The Continent. I’ll give them that much,” Yennefer said before she took a sip of her fruity cocktail.

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Catra breathed almost a sigh of relief when Midna said she wasn’t from this world either. For some reason, it made xem feel slightly closer to home.

“Yeah, I’m from a world called Etheria,” xe said. “We’ve got magic there, with princesses ands sorcerers who wield it. I’m neither, but I’ve got plenty of my own skills to make up for it… what world are you from?”

Catra looked up at the sky when Midna mentioned it. Xe hadn’t taken the time to notice any beauty here, having been too focused on escaping. But she was right. It was a lovely night, objectively. Xe nodded. 

“I guess you’re right. And I’ve faced scarier too. Random terrors in the night were my bread and butter growing up.”

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Midna looked Catra over, letting her mind wander about Etheria for a moment. How different was it? What were people like there? Was it as similar to her own world as it sounded on the surface? She dispelled the thoughts quickly, no time to dwell on it. 

“The place I’m from is called The Twilight Realm. We’ve got all of those things, and I am them,” she replied. “It’s a place of perpetual darkness, and it's strange to those who dwell in the light, but it's home and it's beautiful.” And I miss it. She knew better than to say that aloud at a time like this, but she felt it in her heart. 

Midna kept her eyes on xer as xe looked up at the moon, before mirroring the action. “I was missing someone for a very long time. Someone who meant the world to me. He wasn't dead, but, well, we couldn't see each other. We were separated by a barrier much like this one. Him in the light, and I in the dark. I tried not to think about him too much, but… sometimes I’d liked to look at the moon and think that he would be looking at it too. Maybe that can be the same for you and your person, whoever they are.” 

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|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

Things should be fine. Geralt remembered her, was close to remembering Yennefer, remembered Uncle Jaskier. She should be okay. The withdrawal-like aches in her chest would not leave her. Ciri had only felt like this once, in the few days between arriving at Kaer Mohren and starting training. As if her body was protesting the lack of adrenaline and grief that had been coursing through her system ever since she watched her grandmother fall from the tower.

Ciri let herself in through the front door, readying an explanation for her shaking hands (trained too much, ask Ben or Jesus or even Poe and they would back her up). The explanation and bone-deep exhaustion seemed to leave her as a furry, color-changing creature wound around her legs.

“We have a… cat now?” Ciri spoke more out of confusion than directly to her mother.

It certainly looked like a cat- if she didn’t concentrate too hard or look directly at it- but things here always hid behind masks.

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He had nearly sent her skidding across the pavement. One moment Yennefer was walking home from work, and the next a streak of dark fur was scrambling across the sidewalk beneath her feet. 

She had learned of the sudden appearance of the animals a few hours previously from a coworker when she had gone into work, so she knew exactly what it was that had crossed her path. Yennefer steadied herself, eyes fixed on the animal as it bobbed and weaved around her feet. Two minutes later, the scary mage lady could be seen carrying home a (very cute) ball of fur.  

She hadn’t owned a cat before. By the time she was stable enough to (the first time around), she was living in Vengerberg with Geralt. Cats notoriously don’t like Witchers, no matter how fond they were of mages, so Yennefer didn’t even attempt to lure one in to stick around. After that breif time, she had been on the move too much to give it a second thought.

Yennefer hoped Ciri would be as happy with the little addition as she was. She figured the pair of them could use something like this with the recent stress they had been through. 

“Ciri,” Yenner smiled as she came into the front room from the kitchen, a soft and loving greeting. “Ah, yes, I see you’ve met Kotek. Isn't he sweet? He looked like he needed a good home, and I’ve been wanting one, so here he is.”

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Geralt felt so heavy. Because no matter what he did or said he only dug a deeper hole. He should have never even wrote the things he wrote in that group chat but yet he did. He made the decision to send those messages. Could he ever forgive himself for the things he had put Yennefer through? Yes sure people make mistakes but to constantly make the same one? Now that wasn’t a mistake that was just a habit. 

Just watching her and the beauty that she was, listening to every single word that left her lips, he sighed softly. Of course he wanted to fight for her. He would fight day and night, year after year for decades because he loved her that much. He didn’t want anyone else and he knew that the second his eyes landed on her all those years ago. Now Geralt wasn’t someone who believed in the notion of love at first sight. But if he did then what he experienced that day sure fell under that category. He wanted to spend forever with her but how would she know if he didn’t tell her?

He closed the gap between the two which could be a big mistake. But he was willing to take that chance. “I do” Geralt told her and nodded. “Yennefer” letting out a soft sigh, he tilted his head to the side. “I have wanted you from the second I saw you. You are so much more than anything I could have ever dreamed of. You are everything. My everything” looking away, Geralt felt the blade of guilt dig into his flesh once again. “But I hurt you”

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Had Geralt always been this infuriating? Yennefer supposed she had heard it enough times from people on their various trips about the Continent, but she had never actually considered its truth before. She considered little that did not pertain to her, especially in those days. Even if he hadn’t been infuriating then, he sure had figured out a way to be extraordinarily so now. He made her skin crawl, though she didn’t know if it was in a good way, bad way, or combination of the two.

Despite everything, if she were truly honest with herself, she still knew what she always had: she would never not choose to be with him. It didn’t matter what evils he did to her, as Yennefer would never be able to truly stay away. She did love him, and always had, even when he had made it extraordinarily hard to do so. Geralt could cheat, steal, lie, betray, murder, or do anything to anyone at all, and at the end of the day, she knew she would go back to him. She wasn’t stupid enough to think that to be healthy, but it was the truth of the matter nonetheless. 

“Geralt,” she breathed his name, but said nothing else until he had finished speaking. 

Yennefer listened, actually taking in his words instead of hitting them back with a metaphorical  verbal tennis racket. On a nicer day, in a better circumstance, she would have teased him, but this was a rare occasion of silence. 

“You did… You said something despicable to me, merely because you knew it would hurt, because you were angry with me for what I don’t even know. But I shouldn’t want to remain like this, not for any longer. Frankly, I’m tired of it-- of all of it.” The mage paused, knowing that she could get one last jab in making him wait to hear her choice; her last bit of cruelty on the matter before she finally relented. “I think it's best if we stop acting fools, and put this situation behind us. I think you and I both know that's how this was always going to end, and I don’t see any point in drawing it out any longer.”

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|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

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Giving Kotek’s head another pat, Ciri figured the cat would be good for the two. Ciri needed something she could pick up and almost squeeze the life out of and Yennefer… well, her mother needed something to parent when Ciri wasn’t around. A cat seemed perfect for that. A whatever kind of cat Kotek was. One her way to work, she’d overheard some terrifying blonde… creature talk about them and the misuse of their names. Cat-sí, she had called the little chaos gremlins.

Ciri could only hope her hands weren’t shaking as she left Kotek to his own devices, folding herself around her mother’s outstretched arms. She was weak for touch, she always had been.

She couldn’t lie to Yennefer. No, they had agreed to never lie to one another. “I went to work then the gym.” There. Normal. But a small pit of guilt was creeping at her. “I overdid it though, I think I almost caused Jesus or Ben to call the emergency services.”

Ciri’s eyes widened, realizing just how that would sound. “I didn’t pass out!”

Not quite.

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Wrapping her arms tightly around Ciri, Yennefer pressed her nose into her blonde hair and held her for a moment. It didn’t take long for her to feel there was something slightly off with the girl. Despite the little weirdness, Yennefer wasn't expecting something on that scale. 

“Cirilla!” Usually Yennefer refrained from using Ciri’s full name, but the statement came as such a shock it just came out of her. She pulled back a little, holding the girl by her shoulders and immediately began going full mother hen mode as her hands searched over Ciri’s head and face to identify the problem. “What were you doing? What happened? You know I take no issue with your training, but this— you have to take care of yourself first.” 

Suddenly there was a glass of water on the nearest end table which Yennefer quickly picked up and gave Ciri no other option than to at the very least hold it. She was no medical professional, but usually these things stemmed from dehydration. “I should hope you didn’t pass out, gods give me strength.”

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✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ  ft.  yenn

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ZSASZ’S BODY MOVEMENTS FROZE , settling into the stillness he often pulled off when during a stake out or when lining up a shot .  He was certain he hadn’t said any of that out loud .  Unless he was intoxicated , Zsasz was pretty good with that kind of thing .  He’d never understood stories where someone said something out loud they thought was only a thought .  And yet , here she was answering an unspoken question .  Slowly , very slowly , his brow bone rose .  Then he shifted , pushing his body into something more relaxed .  ❝ I hadn’t asked , though I appreciate the information .  I am not taken though , so you’ll have to try your luck elsewhere . ❞  There was a teasing bite to his words , a devious smirk on his lips .  ❝ My partner doesn’t share .  I’d offer to set you up , but my friend is back at home unfortunately . ❞

  HE WAS CERTAIN SHE’D SOMEHOW PLUCKED THE THOUGHTS FROM HIS MIND .  maybe something in his body language had given it away , though even liz had a hard time reading him .  He had to decide if he wanted to push it or not , and eventually he decided it would be far more fascinating to  N O T  push it and see where things went .  He had very little to hide anyway .  ❝ I’m glad to see we still agree on these things .  People are fascinating , especially when you get them riled up . ❞

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A fox caught in the hunt. That's what he looked like-- what they all looked like when she did it to them the first time. A devious little smile tugged at Yennefer’s lips as she watched the cogs turn behind his eyes. Likely, he would be running through possible explanations in his head. The mind never liked things it couldn’t explain. He was handling it interestingly enough, and if she were a bit more bored, she would've taken another peek.

She made a sound half between a scoff and a laugh. “Trust me, if I were looking to fuck someone, I wouldn't walk into a hunting store in the middle of a Thursday afternoon. And, while I appreciate the offer, I do quite well on my own.”

For a brief, annoying moment, she was hit with a pang of... well, she didn’t want to name the feeling. It was true. It was. But she was lonelier than she’d like to admit in this place. “The actions of those under duress are always intriguing to me, especially when I hold them in contempt. I think if I had been able to choose another career path, it could've had to do with studying the mind. Though, science where I come from pales in comparison to what this town has.”