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OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN in SURFACE (2022)

wickedpotions​:

✧･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. 

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  IVY && SAMWISE

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SAMWISE WAS THE KIND OF GENTLE THAT NEVER WOULD HAVE SURVIVED IN GOTHAM.  gotham breaks you of gentleness and innocence, and ivy knew that even if she’d been broken before she stepped foot into the city.  It’s why she belonged there, and there were few other human-filled cities that she would be able to call home.  Surprisingly, she didn’t mind working for him though.  He handled customers well, and Ivy was allowed to just be with the plants.  It had surprised her how much she cared not just about this shop, but about him.

NOT THAT SHE ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT A PERSON THAT WASN’T SELINA OR HARLEY.  no, never.  He was just more tolerable, that was all.  She stepped away from the plant she was misting, giving him a nod.  ❝ I don’t mind staying if you need help with a project.  I think you and I both know that my skill with plants is unmatched. ❞  Though Sam came close, which was probably why she enjoyed him.  He cared about the life in the shop, and the plants liked him back.  Some of them whispered about him with such lovestruck-ness it made Ivy pinch them as she walked by.

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Running a business was much like tending to a plant. You had to keep it in the right location so that it would flourish, get rid of the dead weight so that the lively parts could survive, and tend to it often, regularly, in the same neat little pattern. Looking back, Sam thought it was why he was so good at it when he had first started. Plants, business, it was stable, and he needed stable. He had gone on his quest with the Ring, but that was out of necessity, not want. Sallow Hills may not be exactly where he wanted to be, but it allowed him to have most of what he wanted, so he could live with it for the time being. 

“It is help with a project, I’m needing,” he gave a smile and a nod. He was very appreciative of her skills. Especially in a job like this where he would have to work with things from other worlds entirely, and blindly hope he would get the science right. “I’ve been trying to get these flowers to blossom for a few weeks now, but no matter what I adjust they keep dying off. They aren’t from Earth, so I don’t know what the solution would be. Figured another set of eyes might do some good— if’n you’re willing to look.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･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?”

B E F O R E A F A L L

@endlxssnights

one of my twitter mutuals has a headcanon about ciri teaching yennefer to skate, and it was too cute to pass up drawing

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endlxssnights​:

|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

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Giving Kotek’s head another pat, Ciri figured the cat would be good for the two. Ciri needed something she could pick up and almost squeeze the life out of and Yennefer… well, her mother needed something to parent when Ciri wasn’t around. A cat seemed perfect for that. A whatever kind of cat Kotek was. One her way to work, she’d overheard some terrifying blonde… creature talk about them and the misuse of their names. Cat-sí, she had called the little chaos gremlins.

Ciri could only hope her hands weren’t shaking as she left Kotek to his own devices, folding herself around her mother’s outstretched arms. She was weak for touch, she always had been.

She couldn’t lie to Yennefer. No, they had agreed to never lie to one another. “I went to work then the gym.” There. Normal. But a small pit of guilt was creeping at her. “I overdid it though, I think I almost caused Jesus or Ben to call the emergency services.”

Ciri’s eyes widened, realizing just how that would sound. “I didn’t pass out!”

Not quite.

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Wrapping her arms tightly around Ciri, Yennefer pressed her nose into her blonde hair and held her for a moment. It didn’t take long for her to feel there was something slightly off with the girl. Despite the little weirdness, Yennefer wasn't expecting something on that scale. 

“Cirilla!” Usually Yennefer refrained from using Ciri’s full name, but the statement came as such a shock it just came out of her. She pulled back a little, holding the girl by her shoulders and immediately began going full mother hen mode as her hands searched over Ciri’s head and face to identify the problem. “What were you doing? What happened? You know I take no issue with your training, but this— you have to take care of yourself first.” 

Suddenly there was a glass of water on the nearest end table which Yennefer quickly picked up and gave Ciri no other option than to at the very least hold it. She was no medical professional, but usually these things stemmed from dehydration. “I should hope you didn’t pass out, gods give me strength.”

ofmvoonlight​:

She didn’t need space. So that option was off the table. Good. The last thing he wanted to do was to just leave and for that to be the final time the two of them talk. Not when he had so many questions to ask and not when he wanted to actually get to know her. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much of him to ask for. 

Running a hand through his hair, he gently tugged on it. “It is a promise indeed. I truly do hope my memories will come back to me someday soon” not only for his own sake but for Yennefer’s. It would feel like he was stringing her along and like he was just playing with her emotions when that was not the truth. At the moment everything confused him and he knew that it would become a big part of his everyday life. But as long as he had her by his side? He felt like he could handle anything. 

“Have anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes?”

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It was only in moments like these wherein Yennefer wished she was a good person. Objectively, she knew she wasn’t. Years of self preservation turned into decades of selfish acts. On most occasions, it didn’t phase her, but this was different. She wished she were wiser, more selfless, more patient. Maybe then she would know what to do. Maybe. 

It was pointless to dwell on such things, because she wasn’t that person, couldn’t be. 

“Yes, I think it’s obvious where I stand on the matter.” He hadn’t laughed. She didn’t know why she had expected it. His compliments were expected, though. He had given them to her freely, often at the most inappropriate moments possible. Some things hadn't changed it seemed. 

“They have. You have, many times.” Yennefer wasn't lying. Violet eyes didn’t occur in humans, only in elves, and even then it was a rarity; meaning her having them was exceedingly lucky. She didn't know how much or little to explain, but it was Geralt. There wasn't any of it he hadn't heard before, and it was a stupid bit of small talk, but it would be nice to talk about anything other than what had just happened. “My mother always said it was because she had too many wildberries while pregnant with me, but they’re from my father’s side.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“But I can’t” Zelda said and shook her head. “I can’t sit around and do nothing. That is not how I was raised. I am a princess for crying out loud. I can’t be lazy and I can’t be too active. What can I do? Oh right nothing!” she exclaimed and then felt herself sink into her seat when she realized that she had just raised her voice in the presence of Samwise. Guilt washed over her like a cold shower and they looked away. 

That was not their intention. But something just snapped. Years of pent up frustration just left them and they didn’t like the fact that she had directed that frustration onto someone they loved so dearly. The crying only got worse and they covered their face not only due to the tears that rushed down their face like a damn waterfall but also due to the shame.

They didn’t like being vulnerable around people. And especially not when it came to things like this. Not when it came to their past life in Hyrule. Samwise didn’t know anything about that place and yet they just expect him to understand. Why? Why should he?

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By an instinct that he didn’t know he had, Sam gathered Zelda up in as firm a hug as he was willing to not risk hurting her. Telling her to stop crying would be pointless, and he didn’t want her to feel like he wasn’t listening. 

When they settled enough for him to deem talking a safe route again, he spoke gently, “You can, and you must, Zelda. We all have to make little sacrifices sometimes, and I think someone as wonderful and bright as you can make it through this one. It's not forever. The clouds will pass over you one day, and the sun will be a marvel. But unless you make the choices necessary now, you won’t be able to enjoy it as much. Okay?”