Ofmvoonlight​:

⌘Samwise & Laurie⌘

@shallowmagics​

The Dwarven Nursery was the best place in town to find plants of many sorts: common, uncommon, and… otherly. The shop was not very large, but it was brimming with life. On certain shelves you would find lush plants, already stable and ready to take home for decorative use. A few shelves, brightly lit by special bulbs, featured tiny sprouts that were barely more than an inch. The back corner was where most of the otherly plants were kept, as they tended to benefit from special treatment. A vast majority of the place held intermediary growths, ready to be planted and still in need of support. 

All of the current greenery was being taken care of by one Samwise Gamgee, a man with a kind heart and a particular proclivity for plants. He kept himself busy with work, having little else to do with his time. 

Against one wall of the shop, there was a nicely lit workbench (currently littered with loose soils and plants). It’s where Sam had stationed himself nearly an hour ago, now. He had been toying with a strange plant species unfamiliar to him, trying to deduce the best soil and lighting for it. He had cross referenced a few books from the library, yet none had agreed. 

It was in the midst of examining freshly cleaned roots with a pair of tweezers that he heard the door. “Be there in a moment!” In a fluid motion, he removed the magnifying glasses he wore, switched the lamplight off, and dusted his hands off on his jeans. Sam made his way up to the counter at the front. 

“Welcome in! Can I help you find something? Or do you have a mind already?”

picturedspells​:

⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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Missing memories. River was missing all of her memories pre Sallow Hills. Jenny was fascinated by this. She knew people with partial memory loss, and had heard about those with false memories and memories completely wiped, but she hadn’t actually gotten the chance to meet someone like that yet. It was fascinating, from a scientific viewpoint at least. Jenny wanted to learn everything she could about this town and the strange things it did to the mind.

“Oh no, it’s exactly what I want to hear!” they said hurriedly, and then bit their lip. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so eager. But the whole memory loss is part of what I’m studying at the Research Center. My main focus is the aspect of people arriving from different points in time, but I’m very intrigued by the memory issues here as well. I would love to hear about these odd flashes and gut instincts… if you’re comfortable sharing, of course.”

Jenny smiled nervously and took another sip of their tea. “To answer your question though, I’m not from here. I think I’m from a different universe entirely actually. I sort of… travel through time and space, looking for people to help and planets to save. Or at least I used to, before I got stuck here.”

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River considered, and gave a nonchalant shrug. “No offence taken. If my memory loss can be helpful to someone, I don’t see the harm in sharing any of my experience.”

She was ever so slightly unsettled by Jenny’s past, purely from a historical standpoint. A time traveler had the potential to disturb the course of history, which River found improper, but she wasn't about to say anything. It didn’t throw her off too much. She had heard about the different universes people here came from many times before. 

“That's an impressive resume you’ve got there. I’d assume it’s helpful in your field of work.”

picturedspells​:

✧･ﾟ    CATRA && MIDNA

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Catra stared at Midna with no hint of friendliness in xir eyes, but after her explanation, xe decided it might be best to be a little less hostile.

“Oh,” xe said. “Well, okay. That makes sense I guess.”

Xe were silent for a moment before speaking again.

“I’m Catra. I only got here a couple of days ago,” xe said. “They all said I couldn’t leave, but… I had to try. I had to try to get back to her.”

Catra looked at her, watching for her reaction, and also not elaborating on who the “her” was that xe mentioned.

“What were you doing out in the woods anyways? Everyone in town says it’s dangerous. Not that I’m scared. I just know most people like to avoid dangerous things.”

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Midna looked at xem, perplexed for a moment, and just where most people would have asked about the person xe was trying to return to, the redhead tilted her head to the side, “Catra? That's a strange name. You aren’t from this world then, are you?” There was a weird air to the woman. She spoke with a formality, yet her body and actions were relaxed-- bordering on overly so. She quickly followed up with a reassurance, not wanting to completely scare the stranger off. “I’m not either.”

She shrugged at the question, not knowing the answer for herself. Midna was a “night owl” as they called it around here. She felt more at home in the dark, though she wasn’t as homesick these days.

“I’ve faced much scarier things than live in this forest. I’m wary, of course. I’m not dumb enough to think myself invincible, but I enjoy exploring by the light of the moon,” a light smile tugged at her lips, and she pointed up at it. “Its pretty tonight, no?”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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“If he ever gets here, you’re teaching him how to behave around technology . You brought it up, you get to handle him,” Ciri gave a laugh, but it was cut off too short. Being without her parents wasn’t what bothered her. Them having to bury her was what sat heavily in Ciri’s chest, having already come far too close to that fate in the past. She squeezed around Yenn’s hand once, more as a comfort to herself than her mother. “Neither of you will let that happen.”

The bed and breakfast came into view, Ciri leading her mother inside and to the door of her room. She was reluctant to separate contact from Yennefer, but practicality won out as she dug in her gym bag for her key to unlock the door.

The room was plain, pretty in an unoffending, universal sort of way. Thick curtains, light colors, light wood furniture. Ciri dropped her gym bag onto the small bed as she stepped inside, fishing out a slightly larger one to begin placing her meager belongings inside. “You can come in, I won’t be long. I didn’t see the need for much.”

Basic toiletries, a few changes of clothes, everything she had appeared with. Zireael, thankfully, was included with the latter. Leaving Cintra had taught her at least one thing, to pack light. Safety in one place was never a given.

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Squeezing the hand in her own, Yennefer shook her head. “No, no we will not. So long as I have my way, and you know I always do, nothings happening to you.” Briefly, the phantom figures of The Hunt crossed her mind, but she dispelled it as fast as it came. They were spheres away, and the pair of them were stuck here. Ciri would be fine. 

As she followed Ciri on the way to her room, Yennefer surveyed the people in the bed and breakfast. She liked to see who was where, who they were meeting, and to surmise the why behind it. In short: she was nosy. 

When they got up to Ciri’s room, she slipped in when she was directed to. It was much the same as the one she had stayed in upon her own arrival. “When we get back to my flat, we’ll match up our schedules, and find a day where we can go out to the shops to get you some new things.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･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.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

━━━━━━━━━    *•̩̩͙ ♔ •̩̩͙*　 ━━━━━━━━━

Ciri’s nose scrunched up as she smiled. There had been issues between them, beginning and ending with the witch, but Ciri knew Yennefer would rather die than actually hurt her. Yenn had seen the chaos within Ciri, how she was drowning under the weight of it, and had chosen to help her. For that, Ciri would always be grateful. Yennefer made her feel safe. 

Lacing their fingers together, Ciri playfully knocked her smaller body into Yenn’s. “I would like that. I don’t have much, the people in town helped me. I don’t have a lot from home either.” The thought was sobering. The people were the most important to her, at least she had one with her now. “Zireael managed to come with me.”

“I don’t understand the technology but the bakery… they’re nice to me. Helpful. How long have you been here?”

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A laugh bubbled out of Yennefer as Ciri bumped into her, the sound a true rarity, especially in the past few months of being here on her own. She mirrored the action, lightly knocking into Ciri. Elation couldn’t begin to describe her feelings in that moment. Even if it were only to last a little while, for now she had her daughter, which was the only thing that mattered.

“Its good to know the realms still respect the first rule of being a witcher. ‘A witcher can forget to eat, to drink, to breathe even, but a witcher never forgets to care for their blade,’“ It was a sentiment the pair had heard rattled off by Geralt and Vesemir countless times. She knew the importance the blade held, and was glad it had made it across. For a moment, she wondered if Ciri could escape this place, for she was the only person she knew of who could easily hop between realms. She dispelled the idea with a minute shake of her head.

Yennefer nodded as understood the bit about technology well, “I’m glad they’ve shown you kindness. I’ve been here, oh, five months now? Maybe more. Tracking time was a little hard at first. I was trying to find my way back to you, mostly, but there doesn’t seem to be a way to leave. I’ve got a job at the little metaphysical shop. Its nice enough, but its not as pleasing as what I used to do. You know how well I take being told what to do.”

I don’t wanna do this. I don’t.

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?”

ofmvoonlight​:

“Oh” he breathed out as his gaze moved to land on her beautiful face. Just standing there, flabbergasted by her words, Geralt then ran a hand down his face. “Oh I am such a fool” he whispered. Of course his mind went into chaos mode the second she started to talk. He was in a constant fear of losing her and yet he always said and did things that could possibly push her away. Geralt was not only confusing to other people but also to himself. He had all of these feelings yet he didn’t know how to express them. He had all of these opinions and yet he didn’t know how to say them without coming across in a certain way. 

“I am sorry" 

Rubbing his forearm for a couple of seconds, Geralt then felt a small smile form on his lips. "If you want me back then I am the happiest Witcher in the world” he extended one of his hands towards her and arched a brow. “Would you like to join me for dinner? Or do you want to be alone for the rest of the day?”

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“Yes. You are a fool,” Yennefer replied with an exasperated fondness. She shook her head a little, happy to have finally gotten through that thick skull of his. She didn't need the ability to read his mind to figure out how sorry he was feeling right now, it was evident enough. “I know, Geralt. I know you are.”

Reaching for his hand, she accepted it with a practiced ease. She thought about his offer momentarily; it was hardly a difficult choice. She had spent so much time alone these past months, and didn’t want to do it for longer than she had to. 

Despite her striking independence and tendency to bite at the hands that fed her, she desperately hated being lonely. 

“How about dinner, then you can show me just how much you've missed me?“ she proposed, mischief gleaming in her eyes.