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They knew they were failing at keeping themselves entirely in check. River had made that difficult for a very long time. They could see things flickering through that devastatingly clever mind, she had always been so very clever, and they forced themself to take a deep breath and still their hearts. 

“What do you do for work?” They couldn’t help the question, wanting to know what River did when she didn’t know them, didn’t travel the universe and time. “I see, I have plenty of all of that. Would you prefer Oriental? Mediterranean? Classic British? A mixture of any and everything that just catches your eye?” 

They watched her step closer and resisted the urge to close that distance. River had been one person they hadn’t wanted space from in many years. A slow smile spread over their face, a little sad at the edges in the way so many of the Doctor’s smiles were when faced with one of their losses. “Hello, River. I’m The Doctor,” they introduced as they accepted her hand.

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There was an odd feeling creeping over her. River didn’t understand it, and she hated things she didn’t understand. She was the type to keep digging at a mystery until she found the explanation she was looking for (at least she thought as much– the amnesia made feelings and reactions a little confusing for her at times).

“Really? Your name is just ‘The Doctor’? It's an interesting one I’ll give you that. It's lovely to make your acquaintance.. I work at the secondary school– year eight history and advanced history,” she returned the smile, though her own was much more cheery.

It was only then River realized that she hadn’t let go of their hand. She dropped it quickly, flustered, and that creeping feeling found itself a home and settled in the pit of her stomach. Oh god. Her students must be rubbing off on her, as she suddenly understood it: she fancied the bloody shopkeep. Trying her best to not come across as a socially awkward freak, River replied with an easy, “I’m definitely the anything and everything sort.”

The way she said it, and the little smirk pulling at her mouth, made it sound much dirtier than simply buying antiquities.

“I like a bit of character in a piece, a bit of story. With my job, it's probably no surprise when I say I like older pieces, but I’m open to whatever you think I would like, Doctor,” she supplied, hopeful they would have a few things that fit the bill.

⌘Samwise & Sirius⌘

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Don’t get him wrong, Samwise loved his job. There were few things that he could think of that would suit him better. The satisfaction of creating something great and lively from a tiny seed was immense. It brought him back to better times— back to the days of curiously watching his father work on the kitchen table when he was a lad. 

Of course, there were some days where his job was exhausting. Whether it be from problem customers, or a ruined tray of products, or an experiment ending in failure (as it had been today). 

So, Sam did what he always did when he had a long day; he went to the local pub. The White Rabbit was a nice place to unwind. It was no Green Dragon, or even Golden Perch, but it was the closest he would be able to get. Making his way up to the bar, he sat down with a sigh. With a tired smile, he met the eyes of the nearest bartender, “Evening to you.”

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“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?” 

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Did he want her to leave? No of course not. But she had a life to live and to be selfish and ask her to stay wasn’t really his thing. He didn’t want to ask for too much when all he had done was ruin things between them. Because that’s what he had done, right? Due to his oblivious state of mind, he must have ruined whatever the two of them had. There was no way someone could forgive him for forgetting who they were. Right? He didn’t want to assume but he couldn’t help but to worry that he had stepped over the line without even knowing. 

“Oh right right. I am so sorry for keeping you” Geralt cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. “Seems like time stopped the second my eyes met yours” and with that he looked down at his wrist watch and cringed. He was late, oh so late. How the hell would he explain to Louisa why he was late? Oh yeah I met a woman that makes me feel a hundred times better than you ever have. 

No it would be best to bite his tongue and come up with a different explanation. “Can I have your number?” when he noticed how weird that sounded, he let out a groan and waved his hands. “Ah sorry I didn’t mean it in a creepy way. I just.. I want to actually keep in touch. I feel like you could help me remember”

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Hair neatly tucked back into place, Yennefer sighed. “No matter. No need for apologies; it's far from the worst thing that's happened to me. Simply a little run in. Nobody’s fault.” Other than destiny’s. She nearly chuckled at the comment. He never had been good at flirting, or compliments, or many things of that nature. 

“My numb- oh, yes.” The initial confused expression on her face melted into understanding. Despite having been there for months, mobile phones as a concept were still a little elusive to her. The earnest nature of the question made her laugh, not having expected such a schoolboy air to be about Geralt. “I want to keep in touch, though I’m no expert on memory. Do you want me to write it down for you or just let you put it in your mobile yourself?”

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“Kotek,” She repeated. The little cat’s name seemed to break the spell, Ciri bending down to scratch behind his ears. She loved him already, the cat seeming to return the love tenfold. “Hi Kotek, I’m Ciri.”

Yennefer always seemed to know what Ciri needed, and the solution to it, before she had even pinned down the actual problem. She loved her mother, but sometimes it scared her, how in tune she was. Was it a mage thing? Or was it just something uniquely Yennefer?

“Grandmother didn’t let me have animals.” Ciri’s voice was soft, as if speaking too loud would cause Kotek to run. “We’d lose them too easily. Kelpie was my first one.”

And now Kotek.

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Immensely glad that Ciri liked the newest addition to their flat, Yennefer watched the pair interact with a genuine smile on her lips. She idly wondered what a younger version of herself would think about the display before her, but she was quickly brought back to reality when Ciri spoke.

“I’m happy you have a second, then. And I’m glad he’s made you happy. He seems to like the place well enough.” Yennefer held an arm open for a hug, not wanting to impose the affection if Ciri wasn’t in the mood for it. She knew her daughter better than anyone else (bar Geralt of course), and could recognize when she was having a rough time easily enough. Try as she might, Ciri had never been good at hiding things from her. 

“One reason to be happy you haven’t undergone the Mutations– cats can’t stand the presence of Witchers. I can’t speak for those of this sphere’s magickal origin, but back home… the look you’re giving me tells me you already knew that,” she spoke in the gentle and kind tone that was reserved only for Ciri. She should’ve known better than to try and lecture the girl tied for ‘most stubborn witcher in existence’ on something she had already gone over, no matter how long ago that was. A smile was still dancing on her lips. “Nevermind that. You’ve met the events of my day. How was yours, daughter?”

no they aren’t friends, not at all

Yen & Jaskier | The Witcher 2x08

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Geralt would have to soul search once he was alone. He would have to wander inside that head of his to see if maybe just maybe he would unlock a memory or two. He couldn’t just let this pass. He couldn’t let the kiss that just happened be the only one they shared. It had felt wrong to pull away and it had felt wrong to not kiss her back the moment her lips met his. He would have to soul search when he was alone because it shouldn’t feel so right to be with someone he had just met. To look at someone the way he looked at Yennefer. With admiration and want. And maybe just a tiny bit of sadness. 

He was at a loss for words but then again he had never been a man of many words to begin with. Awkward when it came to small talk? Yep. That was Geralt indeed. But when it came to her he actually wanted to try even though it may come across as forced. He didn’t want to just stand there and look like a fool. It was horrible enough to feel like one. 

“I like the idea of wildberries being the reason behind your eyes. I don’t know why but it sounds really sweet” Geralt nodded. Letting out a deep sigh, he clasped his hands behind his back. “I wonder what the explanation would be behind my eyes. I never really got the chance to ask any of my parents”

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This was unbearable. There was a wild swirling wind of emotions trapped inside of her, and it was quite overwhelming to attempt to sort it all out. The chill of the air, previously unnoticed, was creeping in on her more and more. 

It was painful to see him like this, to know he looked at her and didn’t see her was disquieting. He would look at her how they did when they first met in Rinde, but with a little less distaste than he had then. Their first meeting had left her with a pile of feelings, slightly similar to those she had now, and she hadn’t missed having to muddle her way through them. She looked at him as she had in Aedd Gynvael, defensive of herself and her feelings. Scared of the hurt he could do as she realized what he truly meant to her. For a moment she remembered what she had thought back then, and she was beginning to think it now. Truth was a shard of ice. It was cold, and it hurt, just as the feelings between them were in this place. 

“She wasn't a sweet woman,” Yennefer stated simply. Yennefer wasn't sweet either. She amended after a moment, “but on its own it is a nice thought.” She didn’t know what to say to him; the whole witcher thing seemed like a topic for another day “Parents have never been a favorite of mine. But it sounds like you had them here?”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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NOT EXACTLY FROM AROUND HERE.  that seemed like most people in this town.  Hell, the Doctor was here.  Sure, not one he’d ever watched but the Doctor nonetheless.  This town was spiraling in its mysteries and magic, and the more Dean healed from his own pain and nightmares, the more he wanted to explore all of it.  ❝ I’m not from here either.  Where I’m from, crystals like this work more like a placebo than anything.  Course, I’d never tell my sister that and if I can find spells to make them actually work, I would use them. But here - ❞

HERE HE WOULDN’T BE SURPRISED IF THE CRYSTALS REALLY DID HOLD SOME KIND OF LATENT POWER.  one that he definitely didn’t want to mix with other conflicting powers.  ❝ Thank you, really.  I’ll probably pick out a black tourmaline and red jasper then and see which works the best. ❞  He took his time, seeing which of each he was drawn towards before picking them out.  He placed them on the counter, then paused.  ❝ This is going to be a strange request, but you don’t happen to have any woods here do you?  I want to craft a coreless wand for the project, but there aren’t trees around that work for what I’m looking for.  I was going to check the nursery, but if you have poplar, pear, or fir that would be wonderful. ❞

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Magical items were, in Yennefer’s experience, temperamental. Conditions, stipulations, and specifications all had to be in conjunction, and that was made even harder for her to mentally calculate now she was on a different sphere. It was hard for her to say anything for sure here. 

“I’ve no clear idea on the power of them in this place, either, but belief in something alone can be powerful in its own right.” Spells, so he could use Chaos as well. There were more magically adept people here than Yennefer had originally thought, though she didn’t know if it was comforting, or something to keep an eye on. “I’m glad to help,” she wasn't particularly, but that's what a good sales associate would say, so she made it sound convincing enough. 

It took a moment to think on his question. Six months there, yet some of the store’s contents remained a little elusive. In fairness, it was brimming with a wide variety of things. “I don't know if you've noticed, but everything here is a little strange, myself included,” her voice was light. Taking a little walk around the center, Yennefer stopped in front of a shelf with a small selection of different, variously shaped, woods, and gestured loosely with her hand. “Do any of these meet your needs? They look like they could be wand shaped.”

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A place of perpetual darkness. It sounded… intriguing. The Horde had not been a bright space, but they wouldn’t exactly describe it as ‘perpetual darkness.’ It didn’t scare them when Midna said she was one of ‘them’ either.

“Like, pitch black?” xe asked. “Or just, y’know, sorta dark? Like at twilight-” Oh. Catra felt a bit dumb after saying that. Xe gave Midna a nervous smile.

It felt sorta nice to share xir pain with somebody, to have someone talking to xem about having felt a similar thing. It felt weird too. Catra wasn’t used to relating to strangers. The only person xe related to growing up was Adora. 

They focused in on the moon.

“I like that idea,” they said. When Catra had been separated from Adora before, they had focused on their pain and anger and the new attention Shadow Weaver was giving them. But losing her now was entirely different. They didn’t have anything to focus on at all. But perhaps looking at this moon could help, and in the daytime they could stare into the sun, they decided.

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Catra’s question immediately got Midna laughing. Xe had answered xer own question in the process, though she didn't mind elaborating. She loved the Twilight, and her separation from it was still fresh enough that homesickness had yet to settle in. 

“It's a bit of both. It cycles day to night, just like this place. The daytime is a softer darkness, like Twilight, but the nighttime is nearly pitch black. It's quite beautiful. Some would say scary, but people often say that about things they don’t understand.”

Midna wasn’t about to pour her heart out about her kingdom, but it was always nice to share the love she had for it. She had spent far too long rebuilding it not to. She looked over to Catra once more, studying the look on xer face. “So… what's your deal then? You seem pretty intense on trying to leave. Trying to get back to family? Or a partner?”

The Garden

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