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@velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes​ 

THE DOCTOR & RIVER SONG THE HUSBANDS OF RIVER SONG

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Dorcas grinned. “I agree. Magic is absolutely stunning. I love not having to hide it here, ever. Anywhere I go, I can have my wand out, and nobody bats an eye.”

“Elves,” she said. “I’d like to meet an elf. Although I doubt they’re as cool as the hobbits.” She nudged him playfully, a grin on her face. “So you were at the nursery right? How long have you been here and doing that? It must have been a shock for you arriving here. I know it was for me.”

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Dorcas’ comment made Sam chuckle. He could never fathom comparing Elves and Hobbits; it would be like comparing a shovel to an ephemeral garden. The elves were magnificent, and he felt lucky to this day that he had the chance to see them with his own eyes, and stay in their lands even though it was only for a short while. 

“It was a dream of mine for a long time to meet them. I’m glad I got the chance. Nothing in this world could ever match the beauty of them, except my Rosie of course.” He smiled then, thinking of what she may be doing a world away. “I do work there, yes. I own it, matter of fact. I have since I got here, but I’ve been tending plants my whole life. Not much change except now I get paid for it.”

Sam took a moment to figure out how to answer her last statement. He still wasn’t sure he had completely adapted to this new way of life. Most of the things here were still quite foreign. “I’m getting by, I suppose. It's a very different way of living, but I manage. The community sense has been the strangest. In the Shire, everyone knew everyone else, and was always happy to lend a helping hand, but I haven’t seen too much of that here. Not in the same way, if you understand me.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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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.”

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of Midna Twili⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

midna | Midna Twili. I live in an townhouse on Duffryn Way on my own.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

m | I’ve been here for four-ish months-- since February.

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

m | I’m not particularly homesick at all. I miss my people, of course, but this place is much more exciting and freeing than the Twilight often allowed me to be. Besides, Link is here, and that helps quell any of the nerves.

Would you ever want to leave?

m | I’m not sure. I don’t want to leave Link and Zelda behind again. They’re my best friends. 

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

m | Its a fine place. Not my first choice, but its decent enough. I do wish there were more fun things to do around here, though. You spook one resident, you’ve spooked them all, ya know? 

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

m | Nope! I really don’t have the time to waste thinking of bs to add to your little question packet. 

I wonder if people will ever say, ‘Let’s hear about Frodo and the Ring.’ And they’ll say 'Yes, that’s one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn’t he, Dad?’ 'Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that’s saying a lot.' 

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shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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It was stupid to believe Geralt. Back home, believing her father was a matter of her own life or death. Trusting Geralt meant Ciri had a much better chance of living. Even if it scared her in the process. She had spent longer than she thought with him that day, holding onto that same hope.

If she was with Geralt, she was safe.

Cirilla had never imagined one of her core tenants would shatter around her like broken glass.

“I know, I know I shouldn’t.” But she wanted to.

“I liked it better when I thought he was on a different sphere,” she muttered, dark and low. Selfish, she knew but Ciri would say anything, wish for anything, in order to contain the gaping wound in her chest.

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If Yennefer could’ve stopped the pain herself, she would’ve. She wanted to find every one of the fragmented pieces around her daughter, to take them on as her own; for those she couldn't take, she would file them down until they couldn't do harm any longer. Ciri was the only person she could ever fathom doing such a thing for. 

“I preferred it that way too. It was much easier like that.” Her fingers continued smoothing down her back, until she decided to make a little attempt at capturing Ciri’s attention. A wisp of concentrated pale smoke came up from one of the few burning candles in the room. Though the fire was not its source, Yennefer was. It grew in size until it was nearly the size of a basketball. It danced around the living room in the shape of little animals and birds and figures. 

“I think the pair of us deserve a Skellige beach vacation after all of this. Don’t you?” 

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ DID UNDERSTAND THAT, VERY VERY WELL.  ❝ i was trained to adapt in the moment to things going wrong.  Things still are un-saveable at times, but I understand what you mean.  You can’t plan for everything, and even if you do, the universe is chaotic and things will still go wrong. You just need to adjust and fix where you’re going. ❞

HE WATCHED HER CAREFULLY PICK OUT A BLADE AND BALANCE IT.  yes, she did know exactly what she was doing.  Which was good.  The short swords didn’t get sold often, as they required a good bit of training.  The people who did buy them, Zsasz suspected, just wanted to have a sword.  But he liked having them in stock, if even just to have them here.  

HE SQUINTED AT THE ONE SHE HELD IN HER HAND, going through the catalog in his head.  ❝ That one is from one of the makers I contact in France.  They specialize in swords, though I am only interested in the short ones.  It’s a bit utilitarian, I know, but I’m sure you understand that they aren’t super popular here. ❞

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Fingers roving the hilt of the blade, the mage looked to him, a little glimmer of intrigue still in her eye. “It's good.” She played with the grip of it for a moment before continuing, “It's good to know that somebody else around here has a decent head on their shoulders… or perhaps it's concerning. Either way, you’re one of a small few I’ve met here that could say they’ve got a brain and not come out of it looking idiotic.”

She hadn’t necessarily meant it as a compliment, more a statement of observation. Yennefer knew stupid. She had worked for her fair share of stupid for decades, and he simply wasn’t it. 

“Well, I think this one suits me well. Hopefully, I shan’t need use of it, but you can never be too careful,” Yennefer set the blade down on the counter again.

ofmvoonlight​:

Guilt, shame, longing and love. It was the emotions he felt when his eyes landed on her. The love part did confuse the man as once again; he had not met her before outside of his dreams. But maybe the dreams was enough to make him fall?

It was a good question, a great one even. But it was one he had no answer to which made things even more frustrating. Because all he wanted to do was hold her, kiss her and to tell her that everything would be alright. But how could he say such a thing when he didn’t know if that was the truth? Was it alright or was he in a weird state of denial? Yeah he only made things worse by asking himself all of these questions. And it didn’t make the conversation with Yennefer less awkward and strained. 

“Not really. I have been alone for years. And around here especially so. But maybe that fits me. I have always been told I am rather grumpy”

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“Because you are,” the comment came before she could think better of herself to bite her tongue. A half smile. “I don’t know if it fits you or not. I think one can only reap from life that of which they’ve sown.”

Yennefer tried to take all of him in: his stance, the shape of his shoulders beneath modern Earth clothing, the fall of his hair, the look in his eyes. She wondered what he was thinking, but found herself hesitant to take a peak in his head. She really only did it because the dry way he responded made her laugh, but she felt little like laughing now. 

“I’ve interrupted your day.” A true enough statement. She didn’t want to end things, not really, but at the same time she wanted to run from him. Half to save her own heart, and half to see if he would come chasing after. Yennefer ran her fingers over the hard cover of the book she had originally come out for, not knowing the best move. She was snapped out of it when a little fumble caused one of the pages to cut her finger. She quickly retracted the hand and wiped it against her black coat to dull the feeling. Barely acknowledging it otherwise, she looked to him again. “The universe always seems to have plans for you, Geralt. You won’t be lonely forever.”

⌘Midna & Merlin⌘ 

for the one and only @wickedpotions​

 Midna was restless. She was spending more time taking walks these days. They helped to clear her head in a way that nothing else she had found here could. Everything was so messy now. 

After the initial elation to be reunited with Link came the explanation of where she was (and where she couldn’t return). She was unsure of how that made her feel— yes, she loved her realm and her people, but it was exhausting work to support them. Midna thought of them often on her walks, which were often at night. 

She rarely came across others, especially the later the hours became, and the deeper in the forest she ventured. Of course, she had been warned of the dangers that could be waiting for her there, but Midna didn’t mind it. The bit of adrenaline kept things exciting. In the few weeks since she had arrived, her path had crossed with only one other person in the wood. The vague possibility of meeting another felt like just that— a vague possibility. 

Midna should have known better than to expect things to stay that way. 

As she strolled down the path, head swimming with thoughts of her beloved Twili and her far away home, her feet made no sound as they trampled the debris of the forest floor. Her attention was caught by a wisp of red fur a few meters off— a fox. She smiled slightly as she watched it paw at something hidden by the shrubbery, though her face scrunched when it heard something and bolted in the opposite direction. Midna turned to come face to face with a man she hadn't seen before. Placing a hand on her chest, she gasped softly, “Goddesses you scared me. Don’t you know its rude to sneak up on people like that?”