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ofmvoonlight​:

The gentle nature of Sam was a stark contrast to what she was normally used to. If this had happened back home in the presence of her biological father then she wouldn’t have been met with the same warmth. Instead she would have been told to wipe those tears and pull herself together. A princess didn’t have the right to have moments of weakness. No no she had to be strong and cold. That is what their beloved father wanted. Zelda had made it their own personal goal back in Hyrule to go against everything he stood for. They wanted to follow the beat of their own drum and man did that stress him out. 

Good.

Looking at Sam, she frowned. They could feel how tense their shoulders were and how stiff their body became due to it. His gentle nature and the way he looked at them surprising them to their very core. “It..” they whispered and closed their eyes. “Hurts” admitting it out loud made them feel so vulnerable. But Samwise had proven time and time again that he can be trusted.

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Taking care of someone recovering from the edge of a knife was unfortunately not a foreign concept to Sam. He had tended Frodo’s shoulder on the road for two weeks with the help of Strider, and looked after it carefully when the dull aches popped up in the following years. He could do the same for Zelda (though luckily this time he wouldn't have to heal their wounds himself). 

“I believe it would,” he nodded, speaking gently. “So stop straining yourself. It's alright to sit and take it easy on yourself. Physically and mentally.”

He gently rubbed her bicep for a moment before pulling back to give her a little space. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

⌘ 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. 

ofmvoonlight​:

Normally he wasn’t this nervous around someone. But then again he didn’t really try and seek out conversation with other people, no he mostly tried to stay in the shadows. But not when it came to Yennefer. No when it came to her all he wanted to do was stand in the sunlight and be seen for the first time in forever. He didn’t want to just exist anymore. He wanted to actually live. 

“Ah yes yes the memory thing” Geralt rolled his eyes at himself as he looked at his phone. “Tell me your number and I will write it down as a contact. I will take a picture of you and use it as my contact picture. In a way I will remember you the second I call you” he smiled.

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Exhaling a laugh, Yennefer looked away for a moment. This felt so childish, so monumentally stupid. What were they doing? What did they hope to accomplish here? She hadn’t a clue where this could go, nor what she could do. Seeing Geralt like this was worse than if he was stuck on another sphere. At least he wouldn’t look at her like that, making her feel sick with every sweep of his gaze. 

She gave him her number, and looked him over again. An unnatural wall was between them, and she wanted for naught more than to knock it down. 

The sun was beginning to lower, casting golden rays on the back of her head, highlighting the dark curls of hair that tumbled down her shoulders. It lit his eyes too, which made her silently curse herself for not having the guts to look away for long. She could be a foolish woman.  “I hope you know, I don’t do this sort of thing often.”

picturedspells​:

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Dorcas grinned at him, happy to receive the compliment. “Well, I’d say magic does help me do my job efficiently. Some things do take more time of course, more serious injuries and illnesses, but a simple prick like this, well-” She shrugged. “No problem at all, and I’m happy to be of service.”

Dorcas listened to him speak.

“It really is fascinating,” she agreed. She glanced at the door, not wanting to cut their conversation short, but knowing she really should get back to work and fill out the necessary paperwork for Sam’s visit… but then again, it wasn’t very busy today, so what’s the harm of staying a little extra longer to chat with one of her favorite literary figures? It wasn’t every day you got to talk to somebody from Middle Earth. 

“What’s magic like where you’re from?” she asked, knowing the answer but eager to hear about it from someone who had actually witnessed it.

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Samwise was more than happy to stay and chat for a while. He was always content to chatter on for as long as anyone would let him. He rested his newly fixed hand back in his lap, thinking how to answer Dorcas’ question.

“Magic is something the wizards and fair elves use. I haven't seen either of those over here, well not yet. There were originally five wizards that came to middle earth from the undying lands. There's only two left now. And few of the fair elves remain too. The magic is breathtaking. Beautiful.” He didn't want to bring up the darker parts of magic he had seen. The business with the war of the ring was heavy, and this was not the time nor place to bring it up, especially to a stranger. “I like seeing it being used more commonly here, though. As I said before, its stunning.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS FELT RELIEF WITH THE MAN.  he wasn’t asking many questions, and was willing to help him through this.  Remus was more worried about the potion part of the wolfsbane than the plant upkeep.  He’d always been better at herbology than potions.  But raising plants on your own wasn’t the same as being walked through the steps by a professor.  

HE GAVE THE MAN A SMALL, THANKFUL SMILE.  ❝ i’d really appreciate that.  I don’t want to jip you out of your money or plants though.  If I kill them, I’m happy to buy new ones. ❞  He carefully ran his fingers around the pot of the wolfsbane plants.  It was strange, being reliant on a poison to help him.  He watched the valerian plant get placed down as well.   ❝ Really.  I really really appreciate it.  I don’t have a brown thumb, but I’ve heard mint can be a temperamental plant. ❞

TWO PLANTS HERE.  no price tags.  ❝ How much will it be for these two and say - the mint and sage this trip? ❞

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Generous as always, Sam shook his head a bit in a dismissive gesture. He had said it was for medical reasons, and a plant or two wasn’t going to cost him much at all. The Nursery was a decently popular place, after all.

“Ah, it's alright. I don’ mind it. ‘The world could always do with more good in it’ my old Gaffer used to say. Besides, it keeps the customers coming back, you know?” With a kind smile he began to make his way behind the counter. “It isn’t too temperamental if you know how to handle it correctly, you see. Alls it needs is room to branch out. It can get a bit out of hand if you aren’t careful. It likes to branch out all over.”

After a brief demonstration on how to handle each of the plants on the counter, Sam tidied up the bits of dirt that had escaped the pots. Dusting the mess into a small waste bin kept behind the counter, he looked the items over. He pressed a few buttons on the register before looking back at him. “Right, should be 36 even.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

The lock of the door made a soft click as Ciri stepped inside, not daring to make a sound louder than that. It would break the fragile calm she had pieced together, causing her heart to shatter. Being transported to this town had already made her brittle, deep cracks spidering out from the center. Geralt had taken a hammer to that heart of glass, Ciri keeping it- and herself- together by sheer willpower. 

The soft sounds of the television caught her attention, turning to find Yennefer on the couch. For the second time that day, Ciri wanted to scream. She caught her mother’s gaze, mouth opening in an attempt to speak. When words escaped her, she shut it again. Anger and despair tore through her body, ripping her psyche in two. Ciri squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she couldn’t be looking at her mother when she spoke. 

“Did you know?”

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Fuck. She knew. Yennefer didn’t have to ask what Ciri was talking about. It had only been three days since she had found Geralt, if found was the right word for it. She had wanted to tell Ciri, but the thought of it made her sick. How was one supposed to deliver that sort of news? She had spent all the time since trying to figure it out, but it seemed the universe had another idea. The TV shut off with a click, and she sat up to look at her daughter properly.

There was no want nor need for her to lie. Yennefer didn’t like lying to Ciri, there had been enough trouble stirred up by that in the past, and she found no good came from it. Her reply was quiet, “Yes.” She let the word hang in the air for a minute, before continuing, “You have every right to be angry with me, but would you let me explain?”

ofmvoonlight​:

Due to everything that had just taken place, Zelda was a little dizzy. And that was understandable. So many different faces, smells and voices. It would overwhelm just about anyone. Especially when you are not prepared. Meeting fans was something she loved but she would much rather have a meet up planned than to be rushed and cornered like this. Their heart was beating fast in their chest but the more they let the stranger guide them away from the crowd, the more safe she started to feel. 

Blinking a couple of times, Zelda looked at him and then cleared her throat. “I am not so sure. I feel a little lightheaded” they admitted and then cleared their throat. “Ah that? Those were my fans. I work as a model”

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There was something strangely familiar, being in their presence. It wasn't that Samwise thought knew her specifically, but looking at her gave that strange sort of tug in his chest— the one which always came about when a blurred memory of someone was dancing at the edge of his mind and wouldn't come into focus. They reminded him of someone he had forgotten. What an odd feeling.

This only caused the concern he had to grow. You could say what you would about Sam, but his heart was much bigger than most. 

“Ah, well you’ll have to forgive me. I don't really keep up with that sort— sorry, that's not important. You’re light headed? Do you need to sit down, or the café’s just up the street, we could get you some water or somethin’.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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“If he ever gets here, you’re teaching him how to behave around technology . You brought it up, you get to handle him,” Ciri gave a laugh, but it was cut off too short. Being without her parents wasn’t what bothered her. Them having to bury her was what sat heavily in Ciri’s chest, having already come far too close to that fate in the past. She squeezed around Yenn’s hand once, more as a comfort to herself than her mother. “Neither of you will let that happen.”

The bed and breakfast came into view, Ciri leading her mother inside and to the door of her room. She was reluctant to separate contact from Yennefer, but practicality won out as she dug in her gym bag for her key to unlock the door.

The room was plain, pretty in an unoffending, universal sort of way. Thick curtains, light colors, light wood furniture. Ciri dropped her gym bag onto the small bed as she stepped inside, fishing out a slightly larger one to begin placing her meager belongings inside. “You can come in, I won’t be long. I didn’t see the need for much.”

Basic toiletries, a few changes of clothes, everything she had appeared with. Zireael, thankfully, was included with the latter. Leaving Cintra had taught her at least one thing, to pack light. Safety in one place was never a given.

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Squeezing the hand in her own, Yennefer shook her head. “No, no we will not. So long as I have my way, and you know I always do, nothings happening to you.” Briefly, the phantom figures of The Hunt crossed her mind, but she dispelled it as fast as it came. They were spheres away, and the pair of them were stuck here. Ciri would be fine. 

As she followed Ciri on the way to her room, Yennefer surveyed the people in the bed and breakfast. She liked to see who was where, who they were meeting, and to surmise the why behind it. In short: she was nosy. 

When they got up to Ciri’s room, she slipped in when she was directed to. It was much the same as the one she had stayed in upon her own arrival. “When we get back to my flat, we’ll match up our schedules, and find a day where we can go out to the shops to get you some new things.”