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|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

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“Kotek,” She repeated. The little cat’s name seemed to break the spell, Ciri bending down to scratch behind his ears. She loved him already, the cat seeming to return the love tenfold. “Hi Kotek, I’m Ciri.”

Yennefer always seemed to know what Ciri needed, and the solution to it, before she had even pinned down the actual problem. She loved her mother, but sometimes it scared her, how in tune she was. Was it a mage thing? Or was it just something uniquely Yennefer?

“Grandmother didn’t let me have animals.” Ciri’s voice was soft, as if speaking too loud would cause Kotek to run. “We’d lose them too easily. Kelpie was my first one.”

And now Kotek.

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Immensely glad that Ciri liked the newest addition to their flat, Yennefer watched the pair interact with a genuine smile on her lips. She idly wondered what a younger version of herself would think about the display before her, but she was quickly brought back to reality when Ciri spoke.

“I’m happy you have a second, then. And I’m glad he’s made you happy. He seems to like the place well enough.” Yennefer held an arm open for a hug, not wanting to impose the affection if Ciri wasn’t in the mood for it. She knew her daughter better than anyone else (bar Geralt of course), and could recognize when she was having a rough time easily enough. Try as she might, Ciri had never been good at hiding things from her. 

“One reason to be happy you haven’t undergone the Mutations– cats can’t stand the presence of Witchers. I can’t speak for those of this sphere’s magickal origin, but back home… the look you’re giving me tells me you already knew that,” she spoke in the gentle and kind tone that was reserved only for Ciri. She should’ve known better than to try and lecture the girl tied for ‘most stubborn witcher in existence’ on something she had already gone over, no matter how long ago that was. A smile was still dancing on her lips. “Nevermind that. You’ve met the events of my day. How was yours, daughter?”

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 ⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  CATRA && MIDNA

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Catra couldn’t help but smile a little bit. Midna was indeed perking them up, a task which had felt impossible an hour ago.

Xe felt a bit odd when Midna linked arms with xem. It was rather intimate, at least in Catra’s opinion. Xe weren’t used to a lot of physical touch from people that weren’t Adora. But it was nice, and xe let Midna lead xem, enjoying the path and the silence.

Xe weren’t suprised though when Midna spoke up. Midna definitely had a way about her. She seemed to be good at drawing Catra out of xir shell.

“Still at the B&B,” Catra said. “I hadn’t bothered looking for a place of my own, given that I was determined to get the hell out of here. But I suppose I should start looking now that I’m most definitely stuck.”

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Understanding what Catra meant, Midna nodded. Everything about arriving in this place was stressful, and she couldn’t blame them for stubbornly trying to abandon the place. 

“I suppose you should,” she agreed. “Places here aren’t hard to come by. There's a bunch of different options, and someone is always looking for a roommate. I’m sure you’ll find something soon enough. You can at least make yourself comfortable while you try and plan a break out or while you wait for your friends to show up.”

It wasn't long before they were nearing one of the roads into town. There wasn't anyone on the street that Midna could see, but that was to be expected at this time of night. The moon was high, and the hour was getting late. This was admittedly her favorite way to see Sallow Hills— blanketed by the soft glow of the moon. It was the closest to the feeling of home she could get.

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3 years ago

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✧・゚ IVY  ft.  samwise

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IVY WAS AS CAREFUL AND PRECIOUS AS SHE WAS WITH ANY PLANT , but she suspected that sam was watching her closely .  Not in the way that men usually watch her closely , but rather because these plants clearly meant a lot to him .  She could understand that , could understand wanting to have something that reminded you of home in a town like this .  She respected that , among many other things she respected in Sam .  ❝ They’re very beautiful .  Are all the plants on your home world this beautiful ? ❞  It was probably a bad question , seeing as Ivy considered all plants beautiful .  But she was curious what he thought of them all .  Especially since she trusted him to see the beauty in plants as well .

THERE WERE A FEW THINGS IVY WANTED TO TRY .  modifying clay with different nutrients was the top of her list .  Adding crushed bones , different compost materials , even putting them with different plants that might give them the nutrients they needed .  ❝ Obviously I’ll be careful .  If you don’t mind , I’ll take a few cuttings from these ones and regrow them , that way you can still have these ones that you maintain and we don’t risk the fully grown ones . ❞

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These plants meant more to Sam than he fully understood. Of course, he loved everything in his shop whether it was from Middle Earth or not, but this was different somehow. He knew in his heart that it was important to him. 

“I think they are. Maybe not as gorgeous as these are meant to be, but quite beautiful indeed. The soil there seems to be richer than most anything here. These are from the most beautiful lands on the east continent of Arda. They’re called—“ he broke off, the name of them dancing on the tip of his tongue, but not coming to him. He looked a little confused when this happened. After another two attempts, he shook his head in dismissal. “That sounds like a good idea. I really appreciate your help, Miss Ivy.”

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3 years ago

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Did he want her to leave? No of course not. But she had a life to live and to be selfish and ask her to stay wasn’t really his thing. He didn’t want to ask for too much when all he had done was ruin things between them. Because that’s what he had done, right? Due to his oblivious state of mind, he must have ruined whatever the two of them had. There was no way someone could forgive him for forgetting who they were. Right? He didn’t want to assume but he couldn’t help but to worry that he had stepped over the line without even knowing. 

“Oh right right. I am so sorry for keeping you” Geralt cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. “Seems like time stopped the second my eyes met yours” and with that he looked down at his wrist watch and cringed. He was late, oh so late. How the hell would he explain to Louisa why he was late? Oh yeah I met a woman that makes me feel a hundred times better than you ever have. 

No it would be best to bite his tongue and come up with a different explanation. “Can I have your number?” when he noticed how weird that sounded, he let out a groan and waved his hands. “Ah sorry I didn’t mean it in a creepy way. I just.. I want to actually keep in touch. I feel like you could help me remember”

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Hair neatly tucked back into place, Yennefer sighed. “No matter. No need for apologies; it's far from the worst thing that's happened to me. Simply a little run in. Nobody’s fault.” Other than destiny’s. She nearly chuckled at the comment. He never had been good at flirting, or compliments, or many things of that nature. 

“My numb- oh, yes.” The initial confused expression on her face melted into understanding. Despite having been there for months, mobile phones as a concept were still a little elusive to her. The earnest nature of the question made her laugh, not having expected such a schoolboy air to be about Geralt. “I want to keep in touch, though I’m no expert on memory. Do you want me to write it down for you or just let you put it in your mobile yourself?”

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3 years ago

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“MY STUP… you know what? I can’t really argue with you there, wish I could because you know I would take any excuse to argue with you but I can’t, but what my ‘Stupid show tunes’ give people? Hope, Adventure, a look at the world outside of their little bubble, one day when I am long gone people will hear my songs and think of how great those adventures must have been.”

The bard sighs, and took a swig again to focus himself, “I do agree with you, Ciri doesn’t deserve this. She’s been through enough. and she’s still just a kid.” Jaskier may appear like a self-agrandising, pompus, douchebag on the outside but he truly cared for other people, that why he became the Sandpiper and helped elves escape Cintra.

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It made her chuckle to hear him agree. Those ballads could be gods awful sometimes, especially when they were stuck on an expedition and there was no escaping the strumming of his lute. As he went, Yennefer gave him an extremely exasperated look. She took a drink in hopes it would help her to get through it. 

It didn’t. 

“Yeah,” she replied softly. She had wanted to protect Ciri from the cruelty of the world as much as she possibly could. Yennefer hadn't wanted the girl to feel even a modicum of the same things she had when she was small. It would be up to the pair of them to ensure the whole Geralt situation didn’t end up too badly. 

“So…” Clearing her throat, attempting to dispel some of the awkwardness between them, she continued, “Where are you staying? Have you been, erm, alright?”

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Destined to stay intertwined. Nothing made sense. Her words only made the confusion ten times worse and he was about to tell her that when she grabbed his collar and kissed him. So familiar. It felt like whatever or whoever it was that had taken his memories was now laughing at him for how foolish he was. The kiss felt right but he knew that it was wrong. So he fought against the urge to kiss her back, hold her close to his own frame. Reluctantly he pulled back and looked at her.

He knew that would only hurt her even more. And he hated him for it. But he was still with Louisa and he couldn’t hurt her either. 

Cupping her face, he shook his head. “Kissing me won’t solve anything. And it will only bring you more pain. I am hurting you by simply talking to you so tell me how that is fair? Tell me why I have the right to crush you like this? No one should have that much power over another person. And I am sorry. I will tell you that over and over until you realize that I never wanted this to happen”

Leaning forward, Geralt pressed his lips against her forehead. “Yennefer” the man softly whispered and it felt so effortless. Her name carried no weight and no shame, no regret and no sorrow.

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She knew it wasn't right before she did it. Nobody had ever taught Yennefer how to process emotions. Her parents never cared, and Tissaia had merely shown her how to bottle it up until she felt no longer. It's why containing herself when feelings got too big was such a challenge; a little anger and frustration caused her to boil over, joy caused her to get overconfident, fear and pain caused irrationality. 

When he moved away, she did not meet his eyes. In her head, she was blindly searching for her bottle in the dark. She needed to shove everything back inside of it as quick as she could. In trickled the frustration and fear, and out came the anger and irrationality. Voice low, Yennefer was losing the battle with herself, “Do not think I don’t know what I’m doing. You mistake me. It is not by your actions that I feel the way I do, that's my own doing. You don’t get to lecture me. You’ve not the right, nor the understanding of to whom you speak. You asked who I was to you, and why you felt that way, and I showed you the answer. To accept it or not, that's your decision. I won’t force you to love me.”

This was her reward for giving her heart away. She accepted that much. “Do not pity me,” she whispered. “I don’t want your pity, Geralt.” I just want you. “But tell me what you wish of me, and I'll do what I can. I’ve obviously disturbed you enough already today.”

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3 years ago

⌘Yennefer Open Starter⌘

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Earth was a strange place. That was one thing Yennefer knew for sure. The planet did have its upsides, yet many of the downsides were… frustrating, to say the least. The largest of which arose from her employment situation. Yennefer had never been good with authority. Nobody got to have the satisfaction of telling her what to do. Even when she seemed to release control to someone else, it was a façade she had deceived them into believing. Her chronic insubordination was why she had gone freelance; she got to be her own boss, and answered to nobody save herself. Yet that wasn’t an option here. She couldn’t trade magical favours for some coin, meaning she had no income. 

Doing the sensible thing, she got an actual job. She could handle customers just fine, and the little metaphysical shop suited her quite well, so it all ended up falling into place. It was easy enough, and she could card through some of the ancient looking books found there in her down time. She was sitting near the register doing just that when she heard the door. By the time she had gotten to the front, the person seemed already intrigued by something. Yennefer gave her very best customer service smile, “Can I help you find something?”

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✧・゚   ┊   ┊   ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS COULD ONLY THINK THAT THIS MAN WAS FAR TOO NICE.  it made his heart ache just a little, and he hoped not too many people were taking advantage of him for it.   It warmed his rather cold heart, though, that he was so kind.  ❝ Really, though, I can’t thank you enough for offering to help. ❞  With so much in Sallow Hills going wrong or weird, it was a comfort to know someone was willing to help a stranger.

HE HANDED THE THIRTY SIX OVER AND LOOKED OVER THE PLANTS.  he’d have to use magic to get them back to his place, if he wanted to ensure he didn’t drop them.  It was still weird doing it in public, in Sallow Hills.  ❝ So how’d you get into plants?  Were they always your thing or did you fall into it later in life.  Not that you look old! ❞

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Adjusting to life in town had been difficult, especially at first. There were so many new, odd, things to wade through: strange people, different social formalities, electricity. For a while, it left Samwise positively reeling. Despite all of it, he never faltered from his usual ways. 

“Don’t mention it, friend, really.” His next comment made Sam laugh a bit. That was another difference; people rarely knew what to make of him here. “Well, I am older by most’s standards-- older than I look anyway. Don’t age the same way as human folk do. Fifty four, I am.” The man didn’t look more than his early thirties, but that's how things were when you were a hobbit. “My Old Gaffer- that is to say- my dad got me into it. He was a gardener, as was his before that, for a man up the road. Taught me all he knew, you see, and Hobbits tend to have a proclivity for growing things in general.”

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