✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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“I do not have any right to say how you feel or dictate the outcome of this situation. But I do have say in my part in this. The last thing I want to do is cause more hurt. I just don’t know what to do because I do not want to torment you with the fact that my memories are not intact. I do not want to look into those gorgeous eyes and see anger and resentment. I don’t want to stay away. I don’t want this to be our first and last encounter in this town. But if needed be, I will at least try to give you the space you need”

That’s all he could do at the moment. Geralt couldn’t give Yennefer empty promises of a better tomorrow when everything was still up in the air. He couldn’t pretend to know what was going on because that would only end up coming back to haunt him. He wished there was a book somewhere that could tell him how to cope with what was currently happening. How to cope with crushing someone’s heart without even trying. 

“You have not disturbed me one bit. That kiss? It was glorious” he felt a small smile form on his lips as he nodded. “I just have too much respect for you to kiss you back right now. Once my memories are back I shall give you what you seek”

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Yennefer’s gaze finally met his. He was not met with anger or resentment, or anything at all. She wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing his affect on her, if she could help it. Now that she was collecting herself, it was becoming a little easier. She sighed, dropping her head for a moment to fully collect herself, before picking it back up.

“I don’t need space, and I don’t want it to be our only encounter, either; at least we can agree on that.” Eyes roving his face, Yennefer’s mind was racing as she tried to find an answer for him. She couldn’t give him one. Taking a step back, antsy hands re-tied the belt on her coat, looking for anything else to occupy them beside reaching out to touch him again.

“I’ve been told such things before, but the person saying it is usually much more desperate than you seem to be,” it was a weak attempt at a joke. “Is that a promise, then, witcher?” Yennefer didn’t know what she was supposed to do or say. She didn’t define herself by men, never had, but it was unnerving to think for the first time in over half a century, she didn’t have the safety net of Geralt to fall back on any longer.

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of River Song⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

river| I’m River Song. I live in a flat on Lôn Ddysgu sort of near the schools, on my own.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

r | I’ve been here since February. Almost Five months now. 

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

r | I’m not homesick at all, seeing as I don’t remember much of anything before arriving here.

Would you ever want to leave?

r | I don’t know. I probably will if and/or when I get my memories back.

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

r | Sallow Hills has been good to me. The people are nice, and I enjoy meeting everyone. Its a pretty place to live, if not a bit chilly. 

Any other comments, questions, or other tidbits you would like to add?

r | Yes, yes, if anyone does know anything about me or where I come from, I would appreciate being filled in on that information as soon as possible. 

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  IVY && SAMWISE

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  IVY HAD NEVER BEEN ONE WHO WORRIED ABOUT MONEY.  when she was younger, her parents took care of it all.  She grew up privileged, and she knew that well.  After she’d been changed, there were ways to make sure she had the money she needed to survive.  A bat of an eye here, a push of poison there.  Especially once she’d fallen in league with Selina and Harley, things got easier.  Though Selina was never super happy with how much of Ivy’s money got sent out to organizations fighting deforestation and other horrendous acts.  But getting a job - that was different.  As much as she sometimes hated humanity, she was still part of their world, and needed to have a tie there.  Working at the lab in Gotham, while having ended horribly, had been nice.  And working with Sam was nice.  She thought she’d have issues with not being in charge, but there had been something so genuine about him that she couldn’t push him out.  He reminded her a bit of Harley, in some ways.

  SHE PULLED AWAY FROM THE PLANT SHE WAS TENDING, setting the mister aside and brushing her hands off.  ❝ A non-terrestrial plant?  You have me intrigued, Mister Gamgee. Please, lead the way.  Though I sometimes struggle to communicate with alien plants.  I hope that’s not the case here, but as a warning I thought you should know. ❞  She watched him carefully, wondering if he’d ask more.  She knew he was curious about her, and she didn’t mind telling him more. She trusted him, somehow and someway.

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Samwise wouldn’t say what the plants were for, not yet anyways. As far as Ivy had to be concerned right now, it was just another ask from one of their usual magically inclined customers. He had nothing malicious brewing, but it was certainly a personal matter.

“Of course, I understand Miss Ivy. Not a problem at all,” he replied. He led the way to the growing tents out back of the back of the building. He stopped them in front of a tray of sad looking baby plants. It was obvious from the tools and gloves around the tray that this wasn’t for lack of trying.

Gesturing to the tray, he offered a little smile. “Right, so here it is. I’m happy to answer anything about them I can. I hope you can work your magic on them,” he paused for a moment before asking the question which had been bouncing around his head for a little while now. “Is it magic? The thing you do with the plants?”

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.

[allen leech. more information at bottom of post]

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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 && OPEN

Catra had been in this godforsaken place for four days. It was all new and strange and awful, so so awful. Not that people acted awful. In fact, everyone xe had met so far had been way too nice. Infuriatingly nice, explaining to xem that this happened all the time, that people had a habit of appearing here out of nowhere, that it would all be fine, that xe would get used to it, make friends, and be happy. Xe’d been showed to an all too charming bed and breakfast, and a weird lady had tried to interview them. 

Catra wasn’t interested in being happy or making friends or being interviewed by the strange woman with intrusive questions. All Catra was interested in was going home. But there was this barrier, keeping anyone from leaving. At least, that’s what they told xem. But Catra needed to see this barrier for xemself, needed to try, needed to beat xir fists against it.

So Catra went to the outskirts of town, to the barrier in the forest, against everybody’s advice. It was past sunset, and xe had been warned there were dangerous creatures lurking about and the barrier would make xem sick, but Catra could care less. Xe had to go.

Catra ventured through the trees, moonlight lighting xir way and shadows jumping out and startling them. Xe were starting to feel sick, which told xem that xe were close. And then suddenly, Catra couldn’t walk any further. Forest extended in front of xem, but they could go no further. Catra reached up xir hand and pushed. Pushed. Pushed. It was solid. Xe pushed harder, with xir entire body. Nothing. Tears and frustration welled up within xem, and soon xe were beating xir fists against it, kicking, screaming, willing to get through to no avail. Eventually xe collapsed against it, sobbing. The townspeople were right. There was no way through, and Catra’s sheer force of will and blunt force had no affect on the impenetrable barrier.  

Xe sat like that for awhile, ignoring the sick feeling in xir stomach, staring off into the distance, watching the trees sway in the wind. And then Catra went completely still. Footsteps. Crinkling of leaves. Xe weren’t alone.

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Midna had been watching. 

That made her sound creepy. She wasn’t trying to be creepy, but it kind of came with the territory when you were at home in the shadows. In an attempt to familiarize herself with the new town she found herself in, Midna often went exploring. Her people, the Twili, lived in darkness, making Midna nearly nocturnal by an average person’s standards. Though she had been warned of the dangers the forest held, she went in alone anyway. Her thinking was if things got too hairy, she could simply teleport herself back to the safety of town.

She didn't know why she stayed when the stranger started having a meltdown at the barrier. Maybe it was the pure defeat of it all, or maybe it was the threat of danger from within the trees, but something about xir heartache held Midna there. Finally, she decided to slide out from the shadows, and touch her feet back to solid ground again. Midna approached quietly, but knew her footsteps on the debris of the forest floor would give her position away soon enough.

“I tried that too,” she said softly, voice breaking the silence of the forest as she came into view. Midna was quite out of place in the woods. Her hair was bright orange, and she was extraordinarily tall. “My second night here I tried to make a run for it. I tried everything, but… not even magic can get you through the barrier… I’m sorry.” When Midna reached xem, she sat down at xir side. “You miss somebody? Or Something? Is that it?”

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He laughs at her words but shakes his head at them. ❝ I don’t think he was lying, but that does sounds a bit skeevy though. ❞ Literally hypnotic, perhaps not, but when someone as beautiful as she comes with her equally beautiful eyes, it makes a person stop and stare. 

The talk of her father caught his attention for a multitude of reasons. He thinks that if Shepard were here, he’d probably have a million and one questions to ask her about that. And it’s not that Simon didn’t have those same questions, but he’s not as brave as his friend when it comes to prying into other people’s business. 

Another reason that it calls his attention is the fact that her words don’t shock him as much as they should. It’s almost as if this isn’t the first he’s met someone with a unique bloodline like that, but he can’t place a face or a name to that thought. 

❝ It’s nice to meet you too, m’am. And sorry again, for making a bit of a mess. ❞

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Yennefer shrugged. The idea of ‘skeevy’ men was a norm for her, and it didn’t throw her off as it once did long ago. She was able to separate the gross from the genuine now, and knew Simon hadn’t meant it that way. Still, she remained focused on him, wanting to know his intentions for visiting the little shop. 

“Don’t worry yourself over it. What's done is done. And to be completely honest, I don’t have much grounds to be cross since you set things straight again. Not many have the decency to do such a thing,” she waved a hand in vague dismissal. She had an urge to probe for more information, though if she were a better person, she would have felt more guilty for poking around someone with what she was thinking to be town-caused amnesia. 

Crossing the room to set things back to absolute perfection, she was still eyeing him up. Thankfully for Simon, there was little in her gaze past curiosity. “So, Simon, what are you searching for exactly? It's not everyday I see kind boys like you walk into this little place.”

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✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

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YENNEFER WAS IMPRESSIVE IN MANY WAYS .  if not for oswald , and for the piss-poor bloke that somehow had wandered into yenn’s heart , zsasz wondered if there would’ve been more than admiration in his feelings .  But after Oswald - well no one would ever capture the feelings that Oswald brought out of him .  But this was quite like being back in Gotham with Liz or Candy or any of the other Zsaszettes .  She would’ve fit right in with them , especially the way she could knock back a shot .

  He leaned in , listening intently to her vent .  It really was a shitty situation , and one where he did not like the other party in the slightest .   ❝ I do agree having it out in a public chat is not the smartest move .  And I wouldn’t worry about Ciri .  I’ve heard the owner of the B&B is quite good at her job , and takes it seriously .  She’s safe here . ❞  He took a long drag of his daiquiri .  ❝ The sex is a differnet matter , but I certainly know other ways you can get your rocks off if that’s what you need .  There’s plenty of available parties in town . ❞

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Yennefer gave a little shrug, mouth in a taut line before taking a sip of her drink. There was no changing the past, and she had to accept what had happened. Undoubtedly, she was more than peeved at what Geralt had done, but she had grown tired of scratching that wound.

“I know Ciri is more than alright on her own. She has always been keen to show that much, and I can't deny after everything she’s been through that she's incapable, but no matter how nice they are at the B&B, she’s not where she belongs. That girl’s stubbornness is killer. My only real job in this place is to make sure she’s alright– something I can do much better when she’s around. She doesn’t understand what it's like to be an adult yet, and… oh it's not worth working myself up over again. I think you know what I mean, though.” After taking a good drink from the little black straw in her glass, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You mean to tell me the entire time I’ve been here there's been orgies going on? I’m only just hearing about this now?”

Yennefer pulled a look that gave the impression of a sad puppy. That would have been good to know when she was brimming with boredom and frustration a few months ago.

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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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Dorcas listened with rapt interest. She knew all about the Shire from reading The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, but this was different, hearing about it from one of the characters, one of the people who lived there. It was all so fascinating, the way this town brought together people from different worlds… and absolutely thrilling to learn that there was a universe where The Lord of the Rings was a true story. She wondered briefly how many other fictional works were based on the fact of another land, or how the stories of one world wound up in another… It was absolutely thrilling.

Dorcas shook her head at this question. “Nope,” she said cheerfully. “I’m from another place too. And time! Muggles- er, nonmagical humans exist where I’m from too, but since there are so many different sorts of magic here, and because the wizarding community I’m from certainly would have known about Sallow Hills if it existed there, I’m fairly certain I’m from a different universe.” 

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Intrigued by her story, Sam listened intently to what Dorcas had to say. He wasn’t used to the idea of it being normal for a large number of people to be able to use magic. Where he came from that was reserved particularly for wizards, not even the fair elves were able to use it. 

Even after a few months in Sallow Hills, he didn’t fully understand the concept of ‘universes’. Most of the time he just nodded along instead of asking more questions, which was usually the best route to go as it seemed there were many people who shared his confusion on the matter. 

“Is it very different from this one? Other than the wizards and moogles?” he asked, shifting to rest his open, thorn laden, palm on his lap.

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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THE  WOMAN  WAS  DRESSED  INTERESTINGLY,  TO  SAY  THE  LEAST.    not  that  zsasz  had  any  place  to  talk  with  his  nearly  all-leather  get  up.    Hers  was  certainly  more  fitting  for  a  Welsh  countryside  town  than  his  own,  but  he’d  never  been  one  to  mind  standing  out  in  a  crowd.    In  fact,  it  usually  was  quite  the  opposite.    Zsasz  knew  how  to  use  shadows  and  darkness  to  his  aid,  but  also  when  to  draw  the  eye  of  everyone  around  him.

HE  PUT  THE  BOX  OF  GOOD  ON  THE  COUNTER,  raising  a  brow  bone  at  kai  who  seemed  to  look  up  at  him  in  question.    He  sighed.    He  supposed  he  and  Oswald  were  spoiling  the  dragon  a  bit  too  much.    ❝ Don’t  you  have  a  register  to  guard? ❞    Kai  let  out  a  snort,  but  did  turn  and  head  over  to  the  small,  purple  pillow  beside  the  cash  register.      With  that,  Zsasz  turned  his  attention  back  to  the  woman.

HE  TOOK  THE  KNIFE,  CAREFULLY  MOVING  IT  TO  NOT  CUT  EITHER  OF  THEM.    ❝ yes  well,  i  suppose  the  knives  either  moved  in  transport  or  my  shop  assistant  was  messing  around  in  the  back  and  hoped  i  wouldn’t  notice.    Either  way,  thank  you.    If  you  feel  I  need  to  prove  myself  proficient  at  weapons,  I’m  always  happy  to  give  a  demonstration. ❞    He  spun  the  knife  in  his  hand,  getting  it  into  a  more  comfortable  grip.    Quickly,  he  took  aim  at  the  board  he  had  across  the  store  for  just  this  and  sent  the  knife  flying.    It  landed  in  the  bullseye  with  a  thunk.    He  gave  a  flourish  of  a  half  bow.    ❝ Now,  is  there  anything  I  can  assist  you  with? ❞

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Yennefer couldn’t help but to watch the dragon retreat to its spot beside the register. It was a mistake in the end, as the sight once again took her mind elsewhere. She was quickly brought back to the moment when he spoke once again. 

She wasn’t sure if it had been the intention, but she wasn't intimidated or startled. In fact, she was far from it. For the first time since she had arrived in Sallow Hills, she was hit with a startling amount of familiarity. The way he dressed, the dramatics, the set up and contents of the shop: they reminded her of home. She could’ve sworn something identical had happened with Lambert when she was visiting Kaer Morhen once, but she didn’t want to dwell on it. She had business to do. 

“Impressive. Though, I was making a joke.” A smirk grew on her face as she met his eyes, and there was a quirk to her brow in sudden intrigue of the man before her. Yennefer nonchalantly crossed her arms in front of her as she looked between him and the blade now protruding from the wall. “I’m new here. I don’t have any... guarantee of personal protection, and I should like to remedy that. What would you recommend?”