✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

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✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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IVY HAD NO QUALMS WITH SECRET , ALIEN , OR DANGEROUS PLANTS .  obviously , since she spent so much time in the locked room .  She was also trying to regrow her precious giant Dionaea muscipula here in Sallow Hills .  But it did have her intrigued .  Was this going to be a plant she’d never met before ?  Was it something that people just weren’t overly common with but that she knew well ?  A dying species ?  

   SHE STOPPED WHEN SAM DID , eyes wondering over to the plants .  They looked horrendous .  Drooping and dull in color , but she could see how beautiful they would be at their peak .  Star shaped petals that would be a brilliant yellow , strong stalks of vibrant green .  They were crying though , and Ivy’s heart ached for them .  If it was anyone else , she would’ve spun on the owner with harsh words and maybe a poisoned nick .  But she knew how careful Sam was , and this was just a difficult issue .

   ❝ Magic is what some people would call it and I don’t mind the term .  I’m connected with something we call The Green in my world .  It’s an elemental force , I suppose similar to a God .  It has power over all vegetation , giving them life and power .  I was given a connection to the Green which allows me to commune with plants , grow them , manipulate them . ❞  She wasn’t sure if she wanted to explain HOW she’d gained this ability , exactly .  It wasn’t a light hearted discussion .  ❝ I believe I have this ability because I , myself , am part plant . ❞

   SHE REACHED OUT , running her fingers over the plants .  They weren’t as receptive as terran-plants , but she suspected they could tell she wanted to help and reached back out to her due to that .  ❝ I think there’s a nutrients missing .  Something from their native world that isn’t in this soil . ❞

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The first part of Ivy’s explanation made sense. Or as much sense as it could to Sam. Some people simply had magical abilities, ranging from broadly anything to very specific topics. It wasn’t until she said she was ‘part plant’ that he became truly perplexed. She looked human, acted human, felt human... but she wasn't-- by her own admission. He would have to let it go. There were worse and stranger things in the world, many of which he had dealt with himself, so knowing someone who was part plant would just have to go on the list of strange things he had encountered.

“So, you do so well with the plants because you... talk to them?” he asked, wanting to make sure that's what he heard. “And these ones tell you what they’re missing something? Can they say what it is?” He was eager and nervous at the same time. He wanted these little flowers to blossom so badly, it didn't matter how much time, effort, or money he had to pour into it. 

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“It is great to see you as well, Samwise” they said and smiled softly. It had been a slow process but it was one they were not finished with. It would take some time and they knew that. But it was only natural to have moments of frustration when things went on for a little too long and a little too slowly. All they wanted was for everything to get back to normal. But would things ever be like they once were? Zelda had just endured a life or death situation. They now had stories to tell that she didn’t want to even utter out loud. This would linger forever. 

“Oh do come in. I could make us some lunch if you want to?” the brunette asked, tilting their head as they moved to the side so Sam could enter her and Link’s home.

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To be able to hear Zelda’s voice was a comfort in and of itself. She was more important to him than most people in this place (even if he couldn’t pinpoint why that was). 

“I could never turn down a meal when it's offered, but only if you’re up to it, mind you.” He was a Hobbit after all, and they had seemingly bottomless stomachs. It was a rare occasion for any one of them to turn down a good plate of food. Sam made his way inside, careful to keep his dish upright. 

With a little gesture with it, he smiled at them. “Made the pair of you somethin if’n you don’t feel up to cooking. Do you want me to set it in the kitchen?” Sam had been there only once before, but he could find his way if needed. 

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Dorcas did her best to keep her face straight. Sam. Samwise Gamgee. Samwise Gamgee from The Lord of the Rings was standing in front of her in a hospital room. This world truly was spectacular. 

“Ah,” she said, coming close and taking a good look at the barbs in his hand. It looked painful, but she appreciated how cheerful Sam was regardless. “Well, I can definitely help you, Sam. Can you tell me about the plant these are from? I don’t recognize it.”

As she spoke, Dorcas withdrew her wand from her pocket, ready to perform an analysis spell. “I’m a witch, from another world,” she said, grinning a little bit. “So I’m going to use this to do an analysis if that’s alright.” Her professional demeanor was fading. Having Sam here was too exciting. “Are you from another world too? Or homegrown in Sallow Hills?” 

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This wasn't the first time Sam had gotten a plant related injury, and it was undoubtedly far from the last. He had been used to things like this since he was a lad, so it barely phased him anymore. The hospital visit was just for safety’s sake, as he didn’t what to make anything worse.

“‘Course I can. Its not from Earth, I don't think. Someone in town, one of my customers, they asked if I could cultivate some for a project they were working on. Its not toxic, just has a nice coat of protection on it.” All true information, he only held back the personal details, as airing out customer information (especially magic-related) was bad for business. 

Sam watched, intrigued by her wand. Earlier in his time in town, magic-users made him nervous, but he had grown much more used to it since. “That's just fine... No, no I’m not homegrown here. I’m from a different place entirely. I’m not even human,” he gave a little laugh at that. “I'm from a placed called Michel Delving in a land called the Shire.”

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✧･ﾟ　MERLIN  ft.  midna

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MERLIN COULD UNDERSTAND THAT .  he’d often been dragged away from what he was supposed to be doing because he got distracted by a creature or flower or even just a tug in his powers .  It’d let to some nasty shit sometimes - someone getting hurt , him getting kidnapped , you name it .  But he’d found incredible things because of it too .  He’d found places where magick flourish and bled from the earth itself , where animals moved with freedom and ease , where flowers bloomed in the dead of winter .

  EY SHRUGGED , letting themself debate the words .  ❝ I suppose you could call it an escape attempt .  I couldn’t sleep , so I decided a walk out here might calm my mind enough . ❞  It might make him forget all the memories that weighed on em , that kept sleep away on nights like this .  ❝ I know this probably isn’t the smartest place to walk around especially at night but … ❞ Ey shrugged .  Magick was common here in Sallow Hills , but he wasn’t sure if someone else would understand why he was so drawn to the woods .  There was a magick here that called to em , that begged them to come out and be amongst it .  It was a magick unlike most that ey had felt and seen over the years , built so fully on chaos .  ❝ I’m Merlin , by the way , ❞ ey hold their hand out for her to shake .  ❝ What brings you out here ? ❞

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Midna dispelled his comment about the safety of the forest with a wave of her hand. She wasn’t too concerned with such things. If anything happened, she would simply cross that bridge when she got to it. She had always been a more ‘live in the moment’ type of person, after all. 

“I’ve always liked a bit of excitement, but I haven’t run into much trouble so far. I’ve had many people warn me how dangerous this place is, I’ve lost count.” The woman moved to shake Merlin’s hand. She had a good handshake. How could she not after years of lessons and even more years putting it into practice in court? A queen had to have a good handshake. If it weren’t, what would that say about the person behind it? “Midna. Pleasure to meet you, Merlin.”

She smiled at em as she let go of eir hand. Midna tried to think of a good explanation for what she was doing. It was a bit hard to put into words even to herself. “I suppose I’m just mulling a few things over. Lots to think about. The forest has been the best place for me to do that since I got here. It's the closest I can get to home. Besides, it's a beautiful night.”

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It was a surprise but a good one when she placed her hand in his. It belonged there. The two fit like puzzle pieces. And for once he didn’t fear anything. He didn’t fear the unknown and he did not fear the woman before him because he had looked into those eyes so many times before and heard that voice whenever he longed for relief. She was his safety, his home, his anchor, his life. And if only that barrier could fall to the ground and become nothing more than dust, he would finally be free. 

With all the other people he had went to bed with and tried to date it felt like he was lying not only to them but to himself. Because no one was like the woman from his dreams, the woman before him. The aching in his heart, the yearning in his soul. Nothing could fill it and nothing could replace it. Geralt always tried to find a name but he was met with nothing. Just laughter, moans and crying. 

But then she said her name and something just clicked. Two of the walls fell down and he just looked at her. “You are heaven” was the only thing leaving his parted lips, eyes roaming over that face of her’s. A face he had mapped out within the realm of his mind and his dreams. Why did she feel so familiar? What kind of a relationship did the two of them have? 

She was not just a dream. Not just a wish. She was real, she was here and he couldn’t have been happier even if he tried. So the witcher lifted his hand, his finger tips dancing over his cheek. “Why are you so familiar to me? Why does it feel like we have walked alongside one another before?”

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There was a warmth that radiated from him, as there always had been. Witchers ran hot, which was quite a nicety for Yennefer, who was seemingly always cold. His hand felt just as she remembered, that was for sure. In better circumstances, she would scold him for not cleaning the dirt under his fingernails, he would huff about it, but would yield to her all the same. 

Fuck, and when he spoke, she wanted to kiss him, to press up against him so tightly there was no room left, to the point it would be entirely inappropriate to be in public any longer. She wanted to be entirely inappropriate with him. Yennefer’s eyes went a little glassy. Only Geralt had the ability to do such a thing. “I missed that awkward flirting of yours,” came a low voice. She had shared the sentiment to him more than once before, and she truly meant it. 

His next line of questioning made her stomach turn. How was she supposed to explain any of it? I’m familiar because we’ve been tied together for decades. I’m familiar because I’ve helped you time and time again; as you've mapped every inch of me. I’m familiar because we have a daughter. I’m familiar because we love one another, not perfectly, because we are not perfect, but as best we can. She said none of those things. “Why do you think? Don’t you feel there's a possibility that we have? Do you want to know who I am, Geralt— what I am?”

Placing her spare hand atop his, she looked about ready to break. Any bit of Yennefer-typical confidence had drained from her, no longer looking like the biggest person in the room. She steeled herself, trying to muster it back up. “I am something more.”

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|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

Ciri thought she could do this. She had been on her own for much longer, under much more traumatic circumstances. Those had ended… decently, with far  less issues than she initially expected to come out of those situations with. There was something about the quiet living in Sallow Hills, the lull of the town making even the smallest of situations seem mountainous. 

She couldn’t. Ciri still felt very much like a child when she slid the key into the lock- steadily ignoring the tightness in her throat when it sank in smoothly, Yennefer hadn’t changed the locks- even more so upon swinging open the door. She dropped the duffle bag to the ground, trying to ignore the sense that she had betrayed her mother by staying away for so long.

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The topic of Ciri weighed heavily on Yennefer’s mind, as it often had since the day they had met. Of course she knew that her daughter was perfectly capable of taking care of herself (especially since there was no Hunt here to chase her), but she still worried. She was still her mother, better or worse. 

Things were better with Geralt, which helped soothe her frayed nerves partially but not completely. Her flat felt so empty without Ciri there to fill it. 

The sound of the door opening sent a little jolt through her system; interrupting her thoughts as she was pouring herself a glass of wine in the kitchen. She wasn’t expecting any visitors, surely none that could simply open the door. Logically she knew nobody could get through the wards on the door if they weren't supposed to, but it was still ingrained in her to jump into fight mode. 

As Yennefer entered the front room to investigate, her heart swelled and her anxieties diminished. Holding out her hands in a welcoming gesture for the girl to take, a smile lit up her face. “Ciri, my darling girl.”

OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN in SURFACE (2022)

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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  SHE WAS A CHESS PLAYER THEN, OR WHATEVER THEY LIKED TO THINK OF THEMSELVES.  someone like falcone or oswald, who knew how to play everyone in power.  Zsasz had never taken an interest in that part of the business - better to let those who did it better than him take charge of that.  But he admired the hell out of it.  He wouldn’t have been so loyal to the people he had been if he didn’t admire it.  ❝ I can see how it’d get boring. It was never my forte.  I’d much rather scare people into what I need than play with all the pieces.  That’s for my bosses to deal with. ❞

  HE WAS A SIMPLE GUY AT THE END OF IT.  sure, he could push to be more, but he didn’t want to.  He wanted to kill and scare people, then go home to have dinner with Oswald or his family.  He didn’t need to be the most powerful man in the room - that just meant more people would try to kill him.  

  HE GRINNED AT HER COMPLIMENT, eyes casting around the shop he’d grown to be proud of.  ❝ Glad that you find it comforting.  I’ve worked hard on it - well since I took it over. ❞  Some change in merchandising, getting rid of the taxidermy (though he’d kept a pair of antlers, and spray painted them silver).  The sleeker wood flooring and glass cases.  

  HE TOOK HER HAND, SHAKING IT.  ❝ victor zsasz, though only a handful of people are allowed to call me victor. ❞  Oswald, Falcone, the Zsaszettes.  ❝ It’s nice to meet someone of a like mind to me.  I was worried this town was only going to be filled with good-doers.  It gets quite boring that way. ❞

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By the gods, she had hated her old jobs. They were born out of necessity, as its simply what most mages did. When she realized the freedom she could have if she left, Yennefer had immediately taken it. Ever since then, she had worked for herself. She understood his methods; they were similar to her own and many of the other sorceresses she knew. 

Yennefer took another quick look around the shop as well, smiling at him as she shook his hand. “Well, your hard work shows, Victor Zsasz, or whatever it is you would like me to call you. And I mean that sincerely. Its nice to meet you.”  When she retracted her hand, she moved to undo the belt keeping her coat together. The shop had finally warmed her up well enough that she was beginning to feel hot. The glimpse of her clothing beneath reflected the person that he had been speaking to perfectly: high quality, tailored, classical fashion with a hint of something otherworldly. 

“I agree with you there. Some of these people are painful to be around. Makes my head ache just thinking about it,” she rolled her eyes, honest yet playful, “I don’t think anything can be very fun when its black and white. The good drama comes from the outside and in-between.” 

Yennefer was all for a good show-- the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush of a fight, the forged and broken bonds between it all. As long as Ciri was safe, she didn’t have any problem watching trouble get cooked up. Not any problem at all. 

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@bombadills​ | Sam

Being home after almost a month felt amazing. It proved once again just how resilient and stubborn Zelda was. The last thing they wanted at the moment was to just lay in a hospital room, staring up at the ceiling bored out of their mind due to the fact that there was nothing she could do in that room. All she could do was lay there and twiddle her thumbs and hope she would get to return home someday soon. And here they were. 

Hearing a knock at the door, the former princess let out a soft hum and made their way to the hallway, opening the door and flashing the familiar face a soft smile. “Samwise” she greeted. 

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The news of what happened to his friend had taken Sam by a major surprise. He hadn’t thought such things could possibly happen here, but there he went thinking again. He thought of Zelda often– if she was feeling better, if she was terribly frightened, how long it would be until she could get back to normal. When she had let him know that she was home and heading in the direction of normality once more, he was overjoyed and assured her that he would be round to visit her as soon as he had the chance.

He made it to her doorstep with a large covered dish of food in hand. It was only polite to bring someone in recovery a bit to help them on their way. When she opened the door, he grinned at her. Seeing her alright and in person took a weight off of his shoulders. “Zelda! Great to see you’re upright and about again.”