— *•̩̩͙   c. & Yennefer Wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

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ZSASZ SHRUGGED , THE MOTION MOVING THROUGH HIS ENTIRE BODY .  ❝ you never know .  I’ve picked people up in stranger places .  Though for most people , the idea of picking anyone up in Gotham is a gamble so I suppose it isn’t hard to go a bit further than that .  When you say alone do you just mean single or properly alone ? ❞

 IF IT WAS THE LATER , the idea sat uncomfortably in his stomach .  He’d always preferred a smaller circle , working as almost a lone wolf but not quite .  The Zsaszettes were important to him , Falcone had been , Oswald was .  Everyone deserved that one or two people that made them not feel alone in the world , and if Yennefer didn’t have that … well the answer was easy .  Zsasz would pester her until that changed .

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It took a moment for Yennefer to find the right answer. Labels had so rarely been her thing, and her life was anything but straightforward. There was no easy way to define a relationship tethered together by destiny and the haphazard wish of a djinn that you’ve been trying your best not to think about. Yennefer silently wished Geralt was there to talk to. But he wasn’t. And she would have to deal.

“I would say that it’s complicated, and he’s not here. Though, I’m not properly alone. I have my daughter here, which has been the sole nicety of this place. Before I found myself here, we were separated for far longer than I’d prefer.” Thinking of Ciri brought a little, genuine, smile to her lips. Come hell or high water, her daughter was the only person who could do no wrong to her. “And you mentioned a partner?”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ PULLED ANOTHER GUMMY BEAR FROM HIS BAG, only for it to disappear from his hands.  He knew he’d been holding it and it wasn’t like it’d fallen.  He had a better grip on things than that.  No - the bear appeared in her hands.  Without crossing the room, without breaking a sweat, she’d managed to take what was his.  It was fascinating, though it unsettled him in part too.  Would she try to steal from him? It would be a frightfully dumb move if she did, as magic or not he would hunt her down.  Kai would hunt her down as well, and he was actually magic.  A quick glance over at the dragon told Zsasz that he was eyeing them both, though he stayed curled up as though it wasn’t a big deal.  He’d learned from his father well, after all.

HE WAS MORE CURIOUS THAN WORRIED, THOUGH.  he ran with people who could take him apart if they tried, but they never did because he often showed them interest and people tended to like that.  They liked being the center of attention, whether that attention be loud or quiet.  He couldn’t help but laugh at her statement.  ❝ I like you.  You’re right about politicians.  They’re all corrupt and easy to  mold.  You just gotta figure out what they want. ❞  

HIS GRIN HAD ALWAYS BEEN SHARK-LIKE.  it’s the word yules used for it, and he felt like it fit well.  Zsasz the Shark.  He gave that grin now, all teeth and cold eyes.  ❝ I take it it doesn’t worry you if I am.  Most people would be slowly backing towards the door.  Or pulling a weapon on me. ❞  He crossed his legs, leaning back against the wall behind him.  ❝ I am, though not to everyone.  Villain seems like such a black and white kinda word.  I go against general society’s morals, for the most part, but I protect people too. ❞  Falcone, Oswald, his Zsaszettes.  

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Yennefer gave a modest smile and a little shrug that said she knew as much about each of his statements already. She could be quite likable when she wanted to be (which wasn't all that often), and she knew exactly what made a king or a duke or any of those others tick. A large majority of the time all she had to do was primp their ego a little and bring up whatever woman they had inappropriately frolicked with, and she would be set. “I know I’m right. It was my job for a few years. It's quite easy to make them all think what I want is what they want, but I got bored of such drivel after a while.”

Looking him over, she shook her head while exhaling a laugh. Despite the intensity to his smile, his gaze, it was nothing she could be afraid of. She had battled alongside witchers on any number of different potions which left their eyes and faces haunting or sickening or otherwise intimidating to gaze upon. 

“No, it doesn’t worry me. It may come as a surprise, but I haven't felt intimidated at all in this shop of yours. Quite the opposite, actually. Strangely, it reminds me of a place I’d find back home.” Yennefer made no movements, save to shift the weight on her feet and idly fiddle with the charm on her choker to ensure the clasp was still in the back. “Despite the colour scheme of my wardrobe, my thoughts are not black and white. I understand what you mean. I think I’ve been cast as a villain in peoples’ eyes more than once, and maybe I would be more permanently labeled that if it were not for the people I remain close to.” Yennefer was quite sure that she would be a vastly different person if not for Geralt’s presence in her life, and Ciri went to further mellow out the cruelty that used to run in her veins. 

“I think we have much more in common than I initially thought, you and I,” she remarked after a pause. She extended a hand in the space between them. “Yennefer of Vengerberg-- or Wilczynski, as I’m known here.”

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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. 

⌘Midna & Merlin⌘ 

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 Midna was restless. She was spending more time taking walks these days. They helped to clear her head in a way that nothing else she had found here could. Everything was so messy now. 

After the initial elation to be reunited with Link came the explanation of where she was (and where she couldn’t return). She was unsure of how that made her feel— yes, she loved her realm and her people, but it was exhausting work to support them. Midna thought of them often on her walks, which were often at night. 

She rarely came across others, especially the later the hours became, and the deeper in the forest she ventured. Of course, she had been warned of the dangers that could be waiting for her there, but Midna didn’t mind it. The bit of adrenaline kept things exciting. In the few weeks since she had arrived, her path had crossed with only one other person in the wood. The vague possibility of meeting another felt like just that— a vague possibility. 

Midna should have known better than to expect things to stay that way. 

As she strolled down the path, head swimming with thoughts of her beloved Twili and her far away home, her feet made no sound as they trampled the debris of the forest floor. Her attention was caught by a wisp of red fur a few meters off— a fox. She smiled slightly as she watched it paw at something hidden by the shrubbery, though her face scrunched when it heard something and bolted in the opposite direction. Midna turned to come face to face with a man she hadn't seen before. Placing a hand on her chest, she gasped softly, “Goddesses you scared me. Don’t you know its rude to sneak up on people like that?”

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Listening to Sam talk about his job, Zelda smiled to herself. Sometimes they didn’t know how to cope with the fact that here in Sallow they were surrounded with people that cared for her and loved her. Back home in Hyrule she had to take care of herself, protect herself and be there for herself. That was until they met Link and everything just changed for the better. 

This town had not only given her a sense of belonging but also given her the greatest gift of all; Link. Being able to be with him and actually be his was everything to Zelda. It had been a dream for so many years but now it was reality. Now they could kiss his lips and hold his hand, tell him that she loved him and sleep in his arms. 

They were finally content. “Well I am happy that you have someone at work willing to help you. You deserve a helping hand”

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As Sam continued his work with the vegetables, he nodded a soft smile to them. Maybe it wasn’t perfectly ideal to be in this town alone, but he was making do. The Shire would always be his true home, but Sallow Hills would do. He would make it so. 

“Thank you Zelda,” he hummed, careful not to catch his fingers under the knife. “It's nice to have some more time to myself, even if there's nobody to share it with.” He said it, still with a little smile on his face, but it did make his chest ache a little to know there was no Frodo or Rosie here to share his time with. He missed them greatly, though he talked about them little. It hurt too much to stir up those feelings. 

Changing the subject, he went on, “You know, I remembered something last night that I hadn't been able to the day before.”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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DEAN WAS PROUD OF HIS OWN WAND.  he’d spent weeks working on the carvings, perhaps even more time scouring ollivander’s resources for the perfect core that called to him and the wood that felt best in his skin.  It’d been the first wand he’d been allowed to make on his own, Ollivander claiming that once you’d made one for yourself, every other wand would be easier as it was just seeing which woods and cores felt like they matched.  ❝ Thank you.  I had my first wand taken from me during the war, and I had stolen a back-up but those never work the same.  I was a wandmaker’s apprentice after the war, so I got to make it myself. ❞  It was one of the few things after the war that he was proud of.

HE TOOK HIS WAND BACK, CAREFULLY SLIPPING IT INTO THE HARNESS HE HAD AT HIS SIDE.  he liked that he could have it more exposed in sallow hills, tucked carefully at his hip where he could reach it at convenience.  ❝ I suspect that there’s similar magic in my home, though wizards just aren’t tuned into it.  There’s loads of other magical beings who can do a bunch of stuff we can’t, and it’s probably tied to a magic we can’t control.  If you’re interested in that kinda stuff, one of my old professors would be the guy to talk to.  I mean, it’s kinda complicated cuz he’s not old here, but Remus Lupin.  He’s the guy to talk to. ❞

IT WAS INTERESTING.  it wasn’t something dean would want to dedicate a lot of time to studying, but it was interesting how different magic was from person to person.  He wondered even in his own world if magic felt different between people.  He’d have to ask Harry and Seamus.

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Yennefer knew war. She had been in several over the years, and had recently... well... she didn’t want to think about that. They had all come out of it alive, and that's what mattered. Either way, she had some concept of what the boy had been through, even if she wasn’t familiar with the war of his world. “Your time and dedication shows. You’ve impressed me, wandmaker, not an easy thing to do.”

Where she came from, magic was a force to be harnessed; the one casting could attempt to do such a thing in whatever manner suited them best. It could do nearly anything, for a price. Everything had its price. 

“Well, if I ever need to discuss the magic of an adjacent sphere with someone, I’ll be sure to give him a call,” she said, knowing that there was little motivation for her to do such a thing. After a brief pause, Yennefer asked what she almost didn't, “You don’t make them anymore? The wands.”

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Dorcas grinned. “I agree. Magic is absolutely stunning. I love not having to hide it here, ever. Anywhere I go, I can have my wand out, and nobody bats an eye.”

“Elves,” she said. “I’d like to meet an elf. Although I doubt they’re as cool as the hobbits.” She nudged him playfully, a grin on her face. “So you were at the nursery right? How long have you been here and doing that? It must have been a shock for you arriving here. I know it was for me.”

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Dorcas’ comment made Sam chuckle. He could never fathom comparing Elves and Hobbits; it would be like comparing a shovel to an ephemeral garden. The elves were magnificent, and he felt lucky to this day that he had the chance to see them with his own eyes, and stay in their lands even though it was only for a short while. 

“It was a dream of mine for a long time to meet them. I’m glad I got the chance. Nothing in this world could ever match the beauty of them, except my Rosie of course.” He smiled then, thinking of what she may be doing a world away. “I do work there, yes. I own it, matter of fact. I have since I got here, but I’ve been tending plants my whole life. Not much change except now I get paid for it.”

Sam took a moment to figure out how to answer her last statement. He still wasn’t sure he had completely adapted to this new way of life. Most of the things here were still quite foreign. “I’m getting by, I suppose. It's a very different way of living, but I manage. The community sense has been the strangest. In the Shire, everyone knew everyone else, and was always happy to lend a helping hand, but I haven’t seen too much of that here. Not in the same way, if you understand me.”