✧･ﾟ    CATRA && OPEN

Samwise’s Intro

I think I just saw Samwise Gamgee (he/him, cis man, 39). he’s a canon character from lord of the rings. have you heard he remembers most things from his previous life? he appeared here in June 2021 after having a quiet night in with his partners in bag-end. now he’s working as the owner of the Dwarven Nursery. still, he does have that heart of gold, summer rain shower, green-thumb vibe about him.

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“But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.”

--The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers

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Can you tell me your name?

“Samwise Gamgee, but my friends call me Sam

Where are you from?

“Hobbiton-- that's in the West Farthing of the Shire

What’s the last thing you remember?

“I was just finishing the washing up after dinner [post returning from the quest]-- talking to Rosie and Frodo you see. I think... oh doesn’t matter.

We have a history of memory loss here. Do you feel as if you may be missing some memories?

“I wager there are some things missing. There's a lot that's fuzzy.

Have you found a job here in Sallow Hills?

“I took up running the Dwarven Nursery. I’ve always enjoyed working with greenery.

What was the strangest thing you saw before arriving here?

“I think its best not to talk about it.

What traits would your friends give to you?

“Brave, I think. Eager to learn, but not always to act. Levelheaded.

Is there anything else you would like to say?

“My old Gaffer always said ‘keep your nose out of trouble, and no trouble will come to you.’ I try to live by that.

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[midna] [river] [yennefer]

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✧･ﾟ    CATRA && MIDNA

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Catra was so shocked by the woman approaching xem that xir mouth gaped open, staring. The bright orange hair and the height on her was rather alarming, especially since Catra had thought xe were alone.

And then she sat down next to xem. Catra scooted away a little, not wanting to be so close. Xe stared at her, words failing xem. Catra wasn’t fond of the forced familiarity. If xe had been thinking straight, xe might have recognized the stranger as a kindred spirit—after all, this person had been just as desperate to leave as xe were.

Catra stared harshly at her, not answering any of her questions.

“Who are you and why were you watching me?” xe finally spoke, xir voice coming out harsh. “Don’t you know spying on somebody while they’re having a breakdown is a breath of privacy?”

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Midna had never been the best at words of comfort. She hadn’t had many friends growing up (mostly due to her royal status, and partly due to her lack of caring), so she didn’t have too much practice. Fiddling with the charm on one of her bracelets, Midna shrugged.

“I’m Midna,” she stated simply. “And I wasn't intending to watch you, silly, I was making my way about the forest when I heard you, and came to see what was wrong. I haven’t met someone else out here before.” Her explanation was genuine. She didn’t have much use for stalking people around the woods, especially those she had never met before.

After a moment, she continued as she smoothed down the fabric of her skirt, “I wasn't thinking how weird it is to see someone like me just melt out of the shadows and interrupt you like that. I only wanted to help, but it seems my actions were misplaced. I can leave if that would please you.”

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.”

The Garden

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⌘Yennefer and Jaskier⌘

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Yennefer was so over this week. With the whole Geralt situation pressing down on her like a lead weight, she was sick and tired of this stupid town, and wanted nothing more than to be able to make her escape. The nature of the town prevented her, and she hated the place for it. 

So she did the only thing she could manage, and kept going through the motions. Work, home, sleep, repeat. In her down time, she would do her best to make herself happy with the little things: watch the television, spend time with Ciri, and occasionally go for a drink when the girl was busy for the evening. 

It was one of those nights, she entered the local pub shortly after she had gotten off of work. A drink would do wonders for her aching heart. She had only been in the place long enough to order herself some sort of fruity concoction when she heard him. Singing filled the place. There was no mistaking who the owner was. She had dealt with it for decades now. Turning on her heel, black skirt flowing out around her knees, she looked round for him. 

Surely enough, he was making his way round the tables. She wanted to hate the display, she wanted to feel annoyed at his appearance, yet the only thing she felt was relief. If nothing else was normal, she could always count on Jaskier to be, well, himself. She met his eyes while he was giving his little performance, and offered a little smile. Yennefer approached him as soon as he finished; smirking, she raised an eyebrow. 

“Bard,” her voice was much less biting than it usually was, almost, nearly, affectionate.

⌘Midna & Zelda Hylia⌘

@ofmvoonlight 

Midna loved spending time with people— always had. Being alone was never quite her thing, not that it was really an option growing up in the castle. Even as an adult, she busied herself with company and spending time with others. 

More often than not her urge to find people to pass the time with led to her going to them. It was typically easier for both parties that way, as Midna didn’t have a job to keep her tied to a schedule like most of her friends did. It was a rarity anyone ever made it back to her own apartment, which was a shame considering how nice it was. Despite her unemployment status, Midna was far from strapped for cash. She had a hefty amount in a savings account which allowed for her to do whatever she pleased in comfort. 

Midna never hesitated in sharing that comfort from her friends when she could and when they would allow. It's why she invited Zelda over for what she heard people around here call a ‘girls night’. She knew her fellow princess had been having a time lately, and figured she could use a bit of cheering up. 

Luckily for Zelda, Midna considered herself a professional at brightening people’s moods. 

When she heard the knock at her front door, she cheerfully bounded over to open it. “Hey Zelds! You made it! Glad you were able to find the place alright.”

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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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Are you kidding me? I’m going to cry.

They’re so kind with each other, he’s not only promising to comfort her by letting her hide in his shadow, but also using that to say they’ll walk together, so she doesn’t have to do it alone.

I am sobbing.

ofmvoonlight​: 

He wanted to kiss each and every tear away from that beautiful face of hers. To know that in a way he caused her that much pain made the decision almost final. But that should be her decision to make. Geralt didn’t want to just leave more heartbreak and he especially didn’t want that heart to be hers. The last thing he wanted to do is hurt the one person who made him come alive. The one person that made sense in this wretched world. Everyone else just melted away into a blur. Louisa, she was gone. The only focus at this very moment was her. 

If he only knew just how much power the other possessed over him. Every movement he made, word he said and glance he threw was her’s and her’s alone. His last wish, the only wish that mattered. To be with her to the end of days. To lay next to her, kiss her shoulder and feel the warm embrace of someone who wasn’t afraid of him. The only woman who had ever caused the ground underneath his feet to crack open. 

“You do not need to apologize” he assured her and then cleared his throat, nodding to himself. “If you want me to stay away then I will. I do not want to cause you more pain. I just can’t do that. Not when it’s you. I may not understand why there’s such a pull towards you. But truth be told, I don’t even care. The only thing that matters is you. Which is why I will put the offer on the table. I will stay away. All you need to do is say the word and I’ll be nothing more than a distant memory”

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The words that he spoke dug right into her, and every alarm bell in her head was going off at once-- fear, panic, worry, and the one that only stirred into action when she was about to do something incredibly stupid. Making peace with that, she let it happen. She would feel just as bad if she didn’t make a move, than if she did. It was the look on his face that did her in; one Yennefer was familiar with quite well. though, she was familiar with all of Geralt’s faces, a side effect of having known him for decades.

“Shut up. Isn’t it obvious, you oaf?” It was not obvious to anyone except Yennefer. “I don’t want that at all. Not even a little. I want you to- fuck. If I told you all of the things I truly wanted, you would go red as an apple. You feel like this because you made a choice that destined us to stay intertwined, and I chose you back, because I-” There it was again, the words stubbornly lodged in her throat.

The way she looked at him, eyes piercing, pupils dilatated, said what she couldn’t. She reached out, and, grabbing him by the collar to pull him sharply down to her level, kissed him. Yennefer knew that she would likely loathe herself for it later; she didn’t know if she could bear the look on his face when they parted, but she would suffer it for one tiny moment of selfish joy.