⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire Of River Song⌘

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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?”

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|   ⚜   |   L. & MIDNA TWILI   |   ⚜   |

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The shove was expected. A little bit of a lighter retaliation than Link had expected, but it had been seven years for Midna. Link was struck by emotion, something that rolled uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. Link playfully knocked into her shoulder, burying the emotion deep.

‘You saw us interact maybe four times. Including the possession.’ Yet another thing he didn’t like talking about. Something that still gave Link nightmares, despite having years full of even more horrific experiences. ‘You couldn’t have seen it that quickly.’

‘Lifetimes. I’ve been reborn at least three times since you left.’ Most likely four or five, but Midna didn’t need to know that confusion. Everything was- mostly- there. ‘Ten thousand years. It’s not that much, compared to the rest.’

There came that emotion, rising up again. Link pushed it back down.

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Midna was still smiling when Link returned the shove. It was enough to make her have to regain balance, but far from anything that would actually make her stumble. She shrugged, nonchalant, as he signed. She didn’t need time to see what was between Link and Zelda. For her, who had grown to know every aspect of her adventuring partner along their quest, all she needed to see was his body language to know that he had it bad for the princess of light. 

“I saw what I saw. I'm good at that kind of thing,” she made a gesture with one of her hands to emphasize just how obvious this was. ”And I was right, soooo…”

Her jest was cut short by his next revelation. Midna’s face fell into something nearly unreadable as she attempted to process it. ‘lifetimes.’ ‘at least.’ ‘ten thousand years.’ That wasn’t possible. People didn’t just get reborn as the same person they were before (was he still the same?). People couldn’t cheat death like that. There was no way for anybody to– oh. Oh but there was. “You– it's them isn't it? Its those stupid, wretched goddesses. Isn't it? Is that whose fucking with you? Those entitled, irreverent, disgusting excuses for-” Midna growled in frustration. She was never one to think of the goddesses of Hyrule in a respectful light. They were the ones who banished her ancestors to the Twilight after all. But this was something bigger than that. She met his eyes again, attempting to push down her anger to the goddesses, yet when her own anger was moved, the anger she felt on his behalf came up in its place. “Link I’m so… Are you, well, are you okay?”

It was probably a dumb question. How could someone be okay when they were thousands of years old? Midna reached out and gently cupped his cheek, as if steadying his face would help her get a better read on him. It didn’t do much to help. There wasn’t anything else she could think to say, so she pulled him into another tight hug.

“I’m so sorry.”

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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.”

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✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ ft. yennefer

[ setting : hill’s hunting , with :  bombadills ]

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ZSASZ HAD , OF COURSE , CLOCKED THAT YENNEFER WAS GORGEOUS.  he was taken , not blind.  In another time , before he’d promised everything he had to Oswald , he may have tried to make a pass on her.  Nothing serious - just a night of fun for the both of them before heading their separate ways.  The smile , catlike as it was , made her face curl up in a very appealing way.  Not for the first time he wished Liz was here - though this time because it’d be fun to watch her try to get a night with the woman.  If she was free , of course.

  HE NODDED TO HER WORDS.  he had suspected she’d understand , and he was glad he was correct in thinking so.  ❝ Exactly.  For example , there was this guy back at home.  A pain in my ass most of the time because he had a moral superiority about him.  But he picked his ground and he stood it , which I deeply respected. ❞  Jimbo was good , even if they often stood on opposite sides of the trenches.  ❝ My biggest advisory (a different guy) also has rules , though stricter than mine.  And I gotta respect it , ya know.  Sometimes it’s fun to see if you can push someone to break their own rules. ❞

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She listened intently, as she was wont to do. Yennefer learned long ago the benefits of paying attention to what people shared. It helped guide her to people who would be advantageous- or a roadblock- to her future problems. If you were good (and she was very good), you could compare it to what you didn’t know about the person, and surmise even more about them, without the subject so much as suspecting. She didn’t think she would be needing to do any of that with him, but nothing was ever certain. 

“I am unattached at the moment,” she said cooly in response to a thought he had not expressed aloud. She didn’t mean to pry into his head, but it was right there. Low hanging fruit was easy to grab after all.  It wasn’t an offer nor a suggestion, just a statement of fact. She wasn’t lying. She truly did love Geralt (as much as she thought herself capable, as she still thought such a word was unfitting for herself to use), but he was oblivious to her existence, and she had often found a bit of comfort in late night rendezvous. Her early days in town, confused and alone, told her it still did.

Yennefer continued as if randomly commentating on people’s thoughts was a normal thing to do. It was to her, after all.

“Isn’t everyone with a moral superiority complex a pain in the arse? I think the two terms to be synonymous,” she smiled at her own attempt at a joke. “Mmm, I would have to agree with you. Pushing people’s buttons can be quite entertaining. I’ve done my fair share of… interrogations that way.”

⌘Yennefer + Geralt ⌘

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To say life had been hectic as of late would be an understatement. All of the previous spare time Yennefer had swiftly got taken up upon the appearance of Ciri— not that she was complaining about that. There was something about it that felt innately right, but it kept her much busier than she had been.

Though today, Ciri was at work, and Yennefer had the day all to herself. Her plan was simply to go out and see where the day took her, so after dressing in her ever-so-typical way, the mage made her way into town. It was cold out, but the sun was shining at the very least and her woolen coat kept her warm enough. The day was proving to be uneventful, nothing too out of the ordinary for this place.

Nothing, until she had left the library. Yenna had been distracted, frigid fingers already carding through one of the massive books she had checked out. Being caught up in the prose led her to ramming into someone much too hard, book slipping from her grasp. “Excuse me,” she sneered as she bent down to retrieve the book, speaking as if it hadn't been her fault to begin with. “Maybe you should watch where-- Geralt”

His name was reverie on her lips, as it always had been. The sight of him was overwhelming. Yennefer felt her heart might beat out of her chest any second.

“Geralt, witcher, what in Meletele’s name are you doing here?Oh I'm so delighted to see you.” Arms looped around his neck, a difficult task due to the difference in height between them, she was beaming. Yennefer was pulling him into a kiss, yet stopped an inch or two from his face. Something felt wrong. Something was out of place, and it wasn't on her end. “Are you alright, Geralt? You’re stiff as a board.”

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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.”

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If Link told himself that the cold was normal, he was back on Snowpeak, he found it bearable. Pretending to be back at home was the one thing that calmed him now. After Zelda was attacked by that monster, he no longer felt safe in this world. Link had failed the goddesses. When it had mattered, he wasn’t there to protect her. Hyrule was fraught with danger, world ending scenarios were nothing but common. But it was home. It was predictable. Link had never failed, because he had never grown complacent.

He couldn’t hate this place, only the way it had made him. Even as a child he retained a sense of awareness. Who could have figured that a town full of monsters, ones even living alongside humans, would be what made Link grow soft of all things.

Some Hero he was.

Hatred of this town ran deep within him, to the point where it took Link longer than usual to turn towards the person shouting. Not by much, of course. Helpful instincts died hard, apparently. The moment he turned, he had an armful of ginger. His hands closed of their own accord around her. He would go with it. Until-

I told you I’d see you again. 

No.

The mirror had been destroyed, he had watched it with his own two eyes. Even if she had managed to travel over to this world, wouldn’t it be part of the Twilight Realm?

“Midna.”

This was a dream. It was a dream that Link never wanted to wake up from. Then Midna was saying something so ridiculously Midna it couldn’t be anything but. He laughed, only to keep himself from crying.

‘That’s because I have a job. Like a normal person.’ The Hylian signs, ones he hadn’t used in years, came back to him slowly. Link still wasn’t sure if he was using the ones from the right time period, but she would know. ‘You should try it sometime. It’s nice.’

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Had he not needed his hands for a sorry attempt at Hylian signing, Midna wouldn't have let go. The way he said her name made her heart leap, having wished to hear him call to her for over five years now. 

She had selfishly wanted him back from the moment they parted. Though she knew it was the right choice to shatter the mirror, it didn’t mean it was the easy one. 

Midna was laughing with him— the light, taunting giggle that seemed only reserved for when she was taking the piss out of Link. “First of all, your grammar is awful. Second, I’ll have you know that I do have a job, thank you very much. Have you forgotten about the whole princess business, or do I slip your mind too easily after a few years?”

A cold hand moved to hold his face, she took a moment to look him over. He was so familiar, yet… it didn’t take a genius to see the exhaustion etched into his face. 

Something was slightly off between them, but she couldn’t tell exactly what it was. Her heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest, so she did the only sensible thing, and hugged him again in an attempt to ground herself in the moment. Her lip quivered as her chin settled on his shoulder, and Midna bit down on it to stop herself from crying. She was with Link. She had never thought she would see him again despite what she had assured him before she went. 

“Link?” she asked after a moment. “We aren’t in Hyrule, no?”

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|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

Things should be fine. Geralt remembered her, was close to remembering Yennefer, remembered Uncle Jaskier. She should be okay. The withdrawal-like aches in her chest would not leave her. Ciri had only felt like this once, in the few days between arriving at Kaer Mohren and starting training. As if her body was protesting the lack of adrenaline and grief that had been coursing through her system ever since she watched her grandmother fall from the tower.

Ciri let herself in through the front door, readying an explanation for her shaking hands (trained too much, ask Ben or Jesus or even Poe and they would back her up). The explanation and bone-deep exhaustion seemed to leave her as a furry, color-changing creature wound around her legs.

“We have a… cat now?” Ciri spoke more out of confusion than directly to her mother.

It certainly looked like a cat- if she didn’t concentrate too hard or look directly at it- but things here always hid behind masks.

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He had nearly sent her skidding across the pavement. One moment Yennefer was walking home from work, and the next a streak of dark fur was scrambling across the sidewalk beneath her feet. 

She had learned of the sudden appearance of the animals a few hours previously from a coworker when she had gone into work, so she knew exactly what it was that had crossed her path. Yennefer steadied herself, eyes fixed on the animal as it bobbed and weaved around her feet. Two minutes later, the scary mage lady could be seen carrying home a (very cute) ball of fur.  

She hadn’t owned a cat before. By the time she was stable enough to (the first time around), she was living in Vengerberg with Geralt. Cats notoriously don’t like Witchers, no matter how fond they were of mages, so Yennefer didn’t even attempt to lure one in to stick around. After that breif time, she had been on the move too much to give it a second thought.

Yennefer hoped Ciri would be as happy with the little addition as she was. She figured the pair of them could use something like this with the recent stress they had been through. 

“Ciri,” Yenner smiled as she came into the front room from the kitchen, a soft and loving greeting. “Ah, yes, I see you’ve met Kotek. Isn't he sweet? He looked like he needed a good home, and I’ve been wanting one, so here he is.”