— *•̩̩͙   C. & Yennefer Wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

redainianbard​:

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.”

ofmvoonlight​:

Writing down the number into his phone as a new contact, he smiled to himself. Yeah sure he did feel rather stupid asking for her number like that. But it was the only way he could remember her. Because her voice was the most sweetest of sounds and it always made him feel so at peace whenever he had his dreams. And now that he had heard her speak in real life.. yeah he was done for. No one had ever made him feel like this before. No other woman or man. And that was a sign, right?

Looking up just in time to see the sun lower into the horizon, he almost forgot how to breathe. Because the sight before him was more beautiful than any work of art. Her eyes, her hair, her face and her entire being was just so gorgeous. It would bring anyone to their knees, that’s for sure. Maybe she already knew that. 

Taking the picture, he then cleared his throat. “Giving people your number or kissing them?” Geralt asked.

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One of these days, Yennefer told herself, I’ll learn not to run from my problems. It was all she had ever known to do. The problems of others were easy; the mage had no problems taking a side for the purpose of money or promises. Her own were different.

Amused, she gave a little shake of her head, “Not the kissing. That's commonplace.” A part of her knew that comment would likely spark a bit of jealousy in him. Another part of her liked that. “But I don’t give my number. Or make a fool of myself by crying in the street. Or any of this. I just keep walking.” 

Yennefer didn’t know if she actually wanted him to call or not, and even if he did, she didn’t know if she had it in her to answer.

ofmvoonlight​:

Normally he wasn’t this nervous around someone. But then again he didn’t really try and seek out conversation with other people, no he mostly tried to stay in the shadows. But not when it came to Yennefer. No when it came to her all he wanted to do was stand in the sunlight and be seen for the first time in forever. He didn’t want to just exist anymore. He wanted to actually live. 

“Ah yes yes the memory thing” Geralt rolled his eyes at himself as he looked at his phone. “Tell me your number and I will write it down as a contact. I will take a picture of you and use it as my contact picture. In a way I will remember you the second I call you” he smiled.

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Exhaling a laugh, Yennefer looked away for a moment. This felt so childish, so monumentally stupid. What were they doing? What did they hope to accomplish here? She hadn’t a clue where this could go, nor what she could do. Seeing Geralt like this was worse than if he was stuck on another sphere. At least he wouldn’t look at her like that, making her feel sick with every sweep of his gaze. 

She gave him her number, and looked him over again. An unnatural wall was between them, and she wanted for naught more than to knock it down. 

The sun was beginning to lower, casting golden rays on the back of her head, highlighting the dark curls of hair that tumbled down her shoulders. It lit his eyes too, which made her silently curse herself for not having the guts to look away for long. She could be a foolish woman.  “I hope you know, I don’t do this sort of thing often.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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IVY HAD NO QUALMS WITH SECRET , ALIEN , OR DANGEROUS PLANTS .  obviously , since she spent so much time in the locked room .  She was also trying to regrow her precious giant Dionaea muscipula here in Sallow Hills .  But it did have her intrigued .  Was this going to be a plant she’d never met before ?  Was it something that people just weren’t overly common with but that she knew well ?  A dying species ?  

   SHE STOPPED WHEN SAM DID , eyes wondering over to the plants .  They looked horrendous .  Drooping and dull in color , but she could see how beautiful they would be at their peak .  Star shaped petals that would be a brilliant yellow , strong stalks of vibrant green .  They were crying though , and Ivy’s heart ached for them .  If it was anyone else , she would’ve spun on the owner with harsh words and maybe a poisoned nick .  But she knew how careful Sam was , and this was just a difficult issue .

   ❝ Magic is what some people would call it and I don’t mind the term .  I’m connected with something we call The Green in my world .  It’s an elemental force , I suppose similar to a God .  It has power over all vegetation , giving them life and power .  I was given a connection to the Green which allows me to commune with plants , grow them , manipulate them . ❞  She wasn’t sure if she wanted to explain HOW she’d gained this ability , exactly .  It wasn’t a light hearted discussion .  ❝ I believe I have this ability because I , myself , am part plant . ❞

   SHE REACHED OUT , running her fingers over the plants .  They weren’t as receptive as terran-plants , but she suspected they could tell she wanted to help and reached back out to her due to that .  ❝ I think there’s a nutrients missing .  Something from their native world that isn’t in this soil . ❞

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The first part of Ivy’s explanation made sense. Or as much sense as it could to Sam. Some people simply had magical abilities, ranging from broadly anything to very specific topics. It wasn’t until she said she was ‘part plant’ that he became truly perplexed. She looked human, acted human, felt human... but she wasn't-- by her own admission. He would have to let it go. There were worse and stranger things in the world, many of which he had dealt with himself, so knowing someone who was part plant would just have to go on the list of strange things he had encountered.

“So, you do so well with the plants because you... talk to them?” he asked, wanting to make sure that's what he heard. “And these ones tell you what they’re missing something? Can they say what it is?” He was eager and nervous at the same time. He wanted these little flowers to blossom so badly, it didn't matter how much time, effort, or money he had to pour into it. 

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　MERLIN  ft.  midna

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THAT HAD MERLIN INTRIGUED .  he’d met many people of different levels of magick and belief throughout his centuries on earth .  Even more in the short time ey’d been in town here .  Whenever someone brought up something he hadn’t heard of before , he couldn’t help but get excited .

  ❝ THAT’S REALLY COOL !  i mean , really really cool .  I’ve never met someone from a shadow realm before .  The Other Realm , yes , but the Shadow Realm . ❞  Ey had so many questions .  Was it like the Other Realm ?  How many Realms resided so close to their own ?  She was blocked from her Realm just like the magical beings were blocked from the Other Realm .  ❝ I’m from Earth , and it’s pretty similar to this but not quite .  I’m not sure if it’s just this town or if I’ve been pulled to some alternate version of the world I know , if that makes sense to you . ❞

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The reaction her little trick with the shadows elicited from Merlin made Midna giggle. It was rare for people to get so excited about them, but she wasn’t complaining. Most people from the Twilight had some form of shadow manipulation ability, meaning it was quite a common thing to do where she came from. “Thank you, thank you,” she said playfully, giving a mock bow, “I’ll be here all night.”

Midna had never heard of this “Other Realm” before, but went with it anyway. It would stupidly selfish to believe that there was only one alternate realm to her own, she supposed. 

“It does make sense. This isn’t exactly-- Well, this isn’t exactly my first time being chucked into an alternate realm, unable to get back to my own. I think at this point I should accept that its just something that happens to me,” she laughed lighthearted, but felt the statement settle into her chest a little more uncomfortably than she had planned. “I’ve never been to Earth before, though. Or even heard of it. I would hope its a little less cold than this place is.”

[Img: four sketches of rp characters; Zsasz (Gotham tv show), Hara (an OC dressed as royalty and wearing mourning clothes), Sam (LOTR), and Piter (Dune). Zsasz is staring ahead intently, Hara is sitting regally, Sam is happily holding a plant, and Piter is in front of the other sketches & looking back at the other characters uneasily]

who are these people

(@petitsdieu from indie rp, and @wickedpotions & @bombadills from the @sallowhillshq​ rp group)

(please don’t reblog if your muse isn’t here!)

simcnsncwsalisbury​:

“Cleaning up a mess that I’ve made hardly counts as being kind. It’s just what people do. Should do.” Merlin knows that he used to be much better at creating messes than fixing them, but for now he’ll take the compliment. 

Simon shrugs at her question because although it’s a good one, he’s not sure on how to answer. Why was he here? Because something called to him, because the feeling of familiarity called to him. And isn’t that a good thing? The amnesia patient in films always remembers things after following what feels familiar. So shouldn’t this work the same? Maybe taking medical advice from Hollywood isn’t the best course of action. And he would probably benefit from seeking out a real doctor, but for the moment he’ll settle for following his instincts. 

“I guess I’m looking for someone, but I don’t know who it is I’m looking for. That doesn’t make much sense does it?” 

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Holding back a little laugh at Simon’s bout or naivety, Yennefer simply had an amused smile playing at her lips. He was right— people should clean up after themselves, but hardly anyone ever did. It was a lesson quickly learned by anyone who spent a day in any sort of service position: human beings were lazy and liked to pass off their work. But Yennefer wasn’t about to burst his bubble. 

She watched intently as the cogs turned behind his eyes. It was obvious to her that his mind was reeling in an attempt to come up with an answer. Had she liked him less, Yennefer would've taken a peek at his thoughts to see for herself, but she didn’t. Somehow this town was making her go a little soft around the edges.

“You may be surprised to hear this, but it does make sense. Some people have that feeling their whole life, though I think this situation is a bit less metaphorical than that. Have you tried looking in any other places yet? Or do we have the honour of being the first stop you've taken?”

no they aren’t friends, not at all

Yen & Jaskier | The Witcher 2x08

Alex Kingston reacted to River Song’s most iconic moments on Doctor Who

ofmvoonlight​:

Her voice was familiar not only because of his dreams but because of some nagging sensation in the back of mind. So many times before he had heard her speak his name and every single time it would bring him a raw sense of happiness. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her frame and shield her from the world. He wanted to protect her but what would he protect her from? This town may not be perfect but it wasn’t all that bad. It wasn’t dangerous unless you wandered in the woods at night. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He refused.

“I feel many things when I look into those eyes of yours. I have dreamt of you. Of your voice and the sound of your laugh. How could that be when I have not met you before? How could that be when I have searched high and low for you only to be met with blank stares. No one is like you and that is confusing”

Geralt was a normally grumpy, cold and brutal man who hid his heart and emotions from the rest of the world in order to keep himself safe. But around this woman all those walls just fell to the ground and his heart was exposed. In his hands was his beating heart and it was yearning for the other. 

“Please just tell me”

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The hand that was placed atop his between them gripped tighter, and the other moved to his face, a thumb smoothing over the crease in his brow. A silent urging to relax. She always thought him beautiful, scars, rough edges, and all. 

Yennefer cupped his cheek, pad of her thumb sweeping over it for a moment before moving it to rest in the center of his sternum. Forcing a smile, “Fine, I will tell you. Believe me or not, know that I do not lie, especially not to you. This town, wretched place, is not all it seems. Some find their minds… distorted. Memories gone, emptiness or new ones in their place. You seem to be one of those few. You don’t know anyone like me, because there isn’t anyone who could ever match up. I am one of a kind, as you once told me,” her smile went a bit more genuine before falling again. 

“You’ve met me before, of course. We are…” she never knew the word for their bond. Not friends (no matter how many times they had made that joke). Dating was too silly. They certainly weren’t married. “We are important to one another. Very important.  Neither of us are very good at saying it, but I..” 

Love you. She couldn’t finish it. Not now. 

Yennefer leaned up, difference in height aided by the slight platform of her boots. She placed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, swiping the light transfer of lipstick away with her knuckle. Not realizing how much it would affect her, she let go of him, turning away. Jaw clenched, looking up to the grey sky, eyes tightly shut in prayer that she wouldn't begin to cry.