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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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✧･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.”

@endlxssnights​ @ofmvoonlight​

I…See you later

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’.”

⌘Midna & Link⌘

for the loveliest @shallowmagics

The sun was going down when she arrived. The long shadows cast by the waning light enveloped her in a sort of embrace that you cannot comprehend unless you’ve been a creature of Twilight. The woman– pretty, willowy, regal– swiveled her head around, looking for someone, anyone, to ask questions; for she did not know where she was, nor how she had arrived there. She had simply woken up beneath a tree, and started to walk. She was heading away from the sun, for even in an uncursed form, the brightness of it was uncomfortable. 

Finally, a light in the distance gave her a direction to head. By the look of the few buildings there, this was human territory. Farmland most likely… yet there was a strangeness to the air. Midna used to be able to taste the magic in the air of Hyrule, but that wasn’t present here. Maybe this was another place entirely. The idea made her slightly nervous, fiddling with the end of the patterned veil that restrained her fiery hair from her face.

The air was cool, getting colder by the minute. It was starting to get to her, as her skirt was long, thin material with a slit up the side and her top was cropped with a little decorative shawl draped over her shoulders. An outfit which was clearly not meant for an evening in Wales, even for someone with a high tolerance to the cold. She was thinking of teleporting when a figure caught her eye a bit further down the path.

“Hey! Hello! Hey! Could you hang on a minute?” she called, extending a hand upward in a wave. Midna quickened her pace to catch up to him. “This is going to sound crazy, but I have no idea where I am, and I was wondering if you could tell me–” Her voice got lost in her throat when she saw who it was. Her beastie, her hero, her best friend, the one person she had wanted to see for years, but couldn’t reach. Grinning, she picked up the pace until there was no distance left between them. “Link!? Is that you? Oh this is perfect! I told you I’d see you again!” she giggled, before tossing her arms around him, though she quickly pulled away. “You smell like shit.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“Yeah I am just gonna try and be as patient as I possibly can. I don’t want to stress Link too much. Also having some time off work isn’t all that bad. Don’t get me wrong. I love being a model. It’s a dream come true. But sometimes it can tend to get a little hectic and those are the moments I don’t miss. Being able to just sit down and catch my breath is quite the relief. It’s gonna give me new energy to get back into the swing of things" 

It had also helped with her sleeping schedule. "So the kitchen is all yours” gesturing towards the counter, the princess then moved to sit down, letting out a sigh when she did. “Have I ever asked you about your life here in Sallow?”

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The thing Sam had always liked about kitchens was they were widely the same no matter where you went. Yes— the addition of electricity to kitchens on Earth was a bit confusing at first, but he soon realised all of the fixtures were the same at their core. Nothing could stand between a Hobbit and his meal, not even an electric hob. 

Getting to work, Sam began poking through the fridge after washing his hands. He thought on her words. He had been in Link’s position before: worried about the one he loved getting hurt again, yet wanting the best for them. “It is a good time to get your rest in. Not often you get an excuse to pause your life for a while.”

Eventually, he had gotten a small spread of things out on the counter, and he began chopping. “You did, but I didn’t have much to say at the time. I was newer to town, and didn’t have much going,” he said, fondly recalling their initial accidental meeting. “Well, as you know I own the Nursery, and everything there has been going well. I got an employee to help with everything, and she’s been a miracle. Her name’s Ivy. She doesn't seem to enjoy talking to me much, or anyone for that matter, but I think she’ll come around. Either way she’s quite talented at what she does. I’m glad to have her. It gives me a bit more free time, though to do what, I don't know,” he chucked at that, picking up another potato to dice.

ofmvoonlight​:

Did it leave a sour taste in his mouth when she made that comment about kissing? Of course it did. But it really shouldn’t because she wasn’t his. He had Louisa so why was he standing here feeling jealous over the thought of Yennefer kissing other people? Pathetic, if you ask him. He had no right to act any kind of way around her, he didn’t even remember her. So he had to swallow it down. 

“Well it’s nice to know that I am special”

He told her, flashing her a soft smile. When he was about to speak once again, he felt the buzzing of his phone. As he grabbed his phone and looked at the screen, it was like cold water was thrown all over him. Louisa. Of course it was. “Ehm well.. it was nice seeing you”

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He would always be special to her-- even if he didn’t know her name, or if he was old and rotten, or if he never wanted to see her again. Destiny or no, he would always be special.

Turn and walk away, Yennefer.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he checked his phone, and she knew enough not to. Her eyes narrowed momentarily, then she looked off.

Turn and walk.

“I suppose... Well, I suppose it was nice to see you, too.” Her words, stiff and too big in her mouth. It was a lie, because it hadn’t been nice-- not at all. It had been horrible actually. She wished Geralt was spheres away, toiling over her and Ciri and the bard, because that would be so much easier to bear than this. “Until the next meeting.”

Finally gaining control of her own legs, Yennefer turned, jammed her fists into her coat pockets, and she walked away. 

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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HER EYES WERE RATHER PRETTY.  in the sense that dean would probably end up drawing them, or drawing something inspired by them.  It wasn’t every day that you met someone with purple eyes, though truth be told he was surprised it didn’t happen more often in the Wizarding World.  Magic would make it so easy.  ❝ I mean, you add on that the no-nose guy was also the worst kind of person and started two wars - yeah no ballads written about him.  Stories to scare children and war songs, maybe. ❞

ART DID COME FROM FEAR AS MUCH BEAUTY, but the art that came from fear was so often kept locked away.  Dean knew it too well, from personal experience.  The nightmarish drawings in his sketchpad that he never flipped back to from the months on the run.  From the months after getting back home.  

❝ WANDS DON’T SEEM POPULAR IN THIS TOWN, ❞ dean said, taking his time to feel over each piece that was there.  ❝ Which I get, but it’s kinda a shame.  There’s a lot of beauty in wand work.  I find beauty in all kinds of magic, though.  Suppose that’s why I have this project. ❞

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Yennefer shrugged, because in all honesty she knew very little about the composition of music. She had never paid it too much mind, though there were a few ballads written about her back home. Dean’s attention wasn't the first captured by her vibrant eyes and dark hair, and his wouldn’t be the last. 

“Personally,” the woman said as she adjusted a few items on a nearby shelf, “I’ve never felt wands to be of much use for the form of magic I channel. They limit my capability. But, I have met a few who were aided by it. Many people, and I use that word loosely here, in this town, they don’t just use magic, but they are magic. A concept I, myself, find very interesting.” 

She looked to him, then to the display he was combing through. She had never been fond of wand work, so it was intriguing to glimpse even a small part of the process. “It sounds a quite interesting concept to make a piece on. I applaud it-- or I would, if I was the applauding type.”

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⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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River wasn’t even phased, and this intrigued Jenny very much. They had an odd look on their face as they listened to her talk about her curriculum. River didn’t seem to have noticed it at all. They pursed their lips, bringing up their cup of tea to take a long sip of it, then wincing at the heat. It was still a bit too warm.

Did this mean something, or was River just used to being around the strange and different inhabitants of this town? Was River… an alien too, she wondered? Jenny looked her over again, watching the way she moved as she prepared herself a cup of tea.

“Well, studying this town is a big part of it, the barrier, the way people keep appearing from strange and different realms,” Jenny said, smiling to herself. The perfect segue. She acted casual as she raised her cup up for another sip before asking it. “You from around here or somewhere else?”

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As River began preparing her tea in the well loved travel mug she always used, she nodded. It made sense to her that they studied why they were all stuck here. 

“No, not really,” she shook her head, curls bouncing as she did. “Well,at least, I don’t think so. I don’t remember anything before arriving past the odd flash or gut instinct. I try to focus on those things when they come up to surface some sort of memory, but so far I’ve come up empty. That's common here, or so I’ve been told.” 

She lifted the kettle to pour boiling hot water into her mug. “It's quite frustrating, but I manage. There's not much other than that I can think to do… No matter. I'm sure my little sob story isn’t what you wanted to hear. Everyone has their ghosts, especially in a little town like this.”

After she dropped in a bit of milk from the shared fridge and stirred the contents of her mug, River looked at Jenny. “What about you? Are you from around here?”