✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS’S MIND CAME TO A SCREECHING HALT AS HE PROCESSED THE MAN’S WORDS.  hobbit.  Hobbit!  Oh he was a great big blubbering idiot.  He was dumber than a flobberworm; how had he not seen this?  Or even thought about it?  When Stephanie Brown had explained the idea of multiple universes to him (not that it needed much explaining - he was a comic reader after all, and the idea wasn’t even a stretch for the wizarding world), why had he not wondered if characters he loved would be here.  Like fucking Lord of the Rings characters.

❝ I SUPPOSE IT MUST GET ANNOYING WHEN PEOPLE JUST ASSUME YOU’RE HUMAN. ❞  i’m not human either, not fully.  Not that Remus would say that out loud even to people who knew.  Though that was probably because he knew the people who knew would hit him if they heard him say that.  ❝ That’s really nice that you learned it all from your dad.  My pa - well we have magic in common but that’s about it.  My ma though.  I was trying to go into the same field as her, nursing.  She was an angel, I swear. ❞  He chuckled, shaking his head.  ❝ Sorry, you didn’t ask for my life story.  It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.  I don’t believe I caught your name.  I’m Remus. ❞

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With a shrug, Sam scribbled down the things he had just sold on a list, and handed the man his receipt. “I don’t mind when people assume it, not anymore. It makes things a little easier most times.”

He missed his Old Gaffer often, especially when he was working. Being there reminded him of all those days spent gardening together. He was a good man, whom Samwise had learned a great deal of his life’s operations from (the rest being from Mr. Bilbo and his own experiences). “I love learning about people, especially when so many here are from strange lands, comparatively speaking. That's really lovely you’re following in her footsteps.” Holding out his hand to shake, a grin on his face, he continued, “Nice to meet you Remus. Sam Gamgee at your service.”

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Just looking down on the ground, he slowly nodded. “I didn’t mean to make myself sound like the victim because I am not one. I dug this hole and I shall lie in it” because that is what he should do. He should lay in the cold and realize that what had transpired was far worse than any other mistake he had made back home. Because this time around he used something against her that should have never been used in the first place. It should have been left alone, kept away from the rest of the world. He hit her where it hurt the most and for that he could never forgive himself. That was why he could never blame her if she didn’t want to forgive him either.

“Do you want me to win you back? You have a choice in this as well, Yennefer” he finally looked at her and sighed softly. “I could never force you to stay. That is just not in my nature” he had always believed that every single person had the choice to stay or to leave. And now when he had hurt her so deeply it was only fair for him to actually back off and let her decide what she wanted. 

Geralt loved her and he always would. Wishing for her, yearning for her and begging that she would one day be his had become such a big part of his everyday life. But could he with a clear conscience continue this if the damage was too grave? “You deserve the world, Yennefer. And if you want me to fight then I will. I will fight until my body screams for misery and even then I will push through it. Because you are my wish, my one and only. You always will be no matter what happens”

To be this in love with someone was dangerous. Geralt knew that but he did not care. Because she was everything he wanted and more. She had passion and she had a fire inside her heart that many people feared. But not Geralt. Never.

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Making fists at her sides to steady hands that were shaking with rage, Yennefer wanted to scream in frustration. Why was this all so difficult? Why did life have to be so cruel to her after all this time? Was her childhood spent tending to pigs worth more money than her not enough? Were the days trapped in Aretuza with nobody to write to her, the days serving selfish kings, the pain of fighting battles not her own not enough to satisfy whatever cruel bit of the universe that was seemingly after her? Why did Geralt have to be wrapped up in it too?

“Do you think you would still be alive and standing here talking to me if I didn’t want you to? After all this time I thought you’d know me well enough to get that.” Yennefer took a breath and let go of the fists she had made. She wanted somebody to try for her, to want her in the same way she wanted. She had wanted Geralt back so badly, she took drastic measures to be able to have him. It wasn't the fact there had been someone else that made her angry, it was that he had put so little effort into coming back to her after. 

There was the talk of the wish again. It got to her more than it should’ve. How did she know what they felt for each other wasn't just some djinn’s spell and not their own natural feelings? He had known her all of five minutes when he made it, and they had been wrapped up around one another ever since. She would dwell on that another day. 

“I want—“ a sound of frustration. “I want you to want me like I want you.” It sounded almost pathetic to her as she sighed in something nearing defeat. The tide of anger was slowly receding from her at last. 

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  IVY && SAMWISE

IVY HADN’T FELT HERSELF SINCE HARLEY HAD COME INTO THE SHOP.  harleen, because this town and this life was insufferable and was never kind to ivy.  She was trying here, to some degree.  She was trying to not go around killing every person who looked at a plant wrong, which was why she’d isolated herself so much.  She didn’t interact with many customers, she lived by herself in the woods, she ventured into town sparingly.  But since Harleen’s appearance, she’d been more irritable.  Customers breathing wrong had her itching to stick something poisonous in their plant’s soil.  To swap their pretty red rose for something a bit more toxic.  

WHICH WAS WHY SHE’D LOCKED HERSELF AWAY IN WHAT SAM CALLED THE DANGER ROOM.  it was an apt name, if a bit on the nose for ivy’s liking.  You don’t label your plots with big red letters, but she supposed this wasn’t a plot.  She liked the danger room - the plants too dangerous to not be regulated.  Her babies, and her projects.  

SHE DIDN’T REACT AT FIRST WHEN THE DOOR OPENED.  only one other person had a key.  She misted a few more of the plants before she lifted her head to look at Samwise.  She tried to put on her best irritated face, though she knew there were cracks.  Like there were always cracks around Selina.  ❝ Have you tracked me down to help with a project or to talk? ❞

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Having another member on staff was much better than Sam could have hoped for. It helped to balance his life out (not that he had much of one outside of the Nursery in this place). He didn’t have to stress half as much to ensure everything was growing, properly inventoried, and being sold as he had before. It was very nearly perfect. Nearly.

The only bump in the road was his new employee’s… bristly nature, but even that didn’t phase Samwise too much. He could talk to anyone about anything, so he kept faith she would warm up to him soon enough. 

Ivy had a magnificent hand with the flora, which surpassed even his at times. Which is why, after closing shop for the day, he went to see if she would be willing to lend him a hand. He thought it slightly odd that she liked to be locked away with their most dangerous crops, but there were much larger things he had to worry about than that. He rapped on the door with his knuckle before going in, typical genial smile on his face. “A little of both, I’d say. Though, shops closed for the day, so you’re free to go if you want, Miss Ivy.”

YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG | 2x07 Voleth Meir

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Ahsoka had fallen in love with the way Earth did holidays, they felt so soft and warm to ward off the winter cold. She both loved and hated the snow and the cold, for what she felt was good reason. The reality, though, was that she hadn’t particularly allowed herself to get close to anyone and it made it a lonely time of year as well. 

Distracted, she walked through town for her break from the inn, knowing it was important she let herself walk away from time to time. But, even distracted, she had a habit of paying attention to the people around her. Hearing the rip, her eyebrow arched as she looked to the source. She followed that instinct she always had that said go help and immediately knelt to help him gather up the few stragglers. 

“Here you go,” she mused, holding onto the things she’d picked up. “I have a spare bag, one of the reusable ones,” she offered, reaching into her bag and pulling it out, tucking his things into it before holding it out. “Don’t want you to lose anything,” she said gently, a soft smile on her face. 

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It took a moment to register the woman’s words as he had been wrangling in the items that had rolled. Samwise, obviously frazzled, needed a second to find his voice again, “Oh, thank you very much.“

He was grinning now, and, taking the bag from her, Sam put the items he had picked up into it. A quick glance over the contents told him that everything had been retrieved, aside from… aha! He reached over to grab the missing bag of cinnamon, and dropped it in. Standing, he offered a hand to help her up.

“I really appreciate the hand. I don’t think we’ve met! Sam Gamgee, at your service.” The whole non-Middle-Earth greeting thing was still slightly confusing to him, but it's the thought that counts. Right?

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I love her so much ever since she was introduced in S1. I always pictured her as someone fashionable and pretty attractive without realizing it

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“I do not have any right to say how you feel or dictate the outcome of this situation. But I do have say in my part in this. The last thing I want to do is cause more hurt. I just don’t know what to do because I do not want to torment you with the fact that my memories are not intact. I do not want to look into those gorgeous eyes and see anger and resentment. I don’t want to stay away. I don’t want this to be our first and last encounter in this town. But if needed be, I will at least try to give you the space you need”

That’s all he could do at the moment. Geralt couldn’t give Yennefer empty promises of a better tomorrow when everything was still up in the air. He couldn’t pretend to know what was going on because that would only end up coming back to haunt him. He wished there was a book somewhere that could tell him how to cope with what was currently happening. How to cope with crushing someone’s heart without even trying. 

“You have not disturbed me one bit. That kiss? It was glorious” he felt a small smile form on his lips as he nodded. “I just have too much respect for you to kiss you back right now. Once my memories are back I shall give you what you seek”

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Yennefer’s gaze finally met his. He was not met with anger or resentment, or anything at all. She wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing his affect on her, if she could help it. Now that she was collecting herself, it was becoming a little easier. She sighed, dropping her head for a moment to fully collect herself, before picking it back up.

“I don’t need space, and I don’t want it to be our only encounter, either; at least we can agree on that.” Eyes roving his face, Yennefer’s mind was racing as she tried to find an answer for him. She couldn’t give him one. Taking a step back, antsy hands re-tied the belt on her coat, looking for anything else to occupy them beside reaching out to touch him again.

“I’ve been told such things before, but the person saying it is usually much more desperate than you seem to be,” it was a weak attempt at a joke. “Is that a promise, then, witcher?” Yennefer didn’t know what she was supposed to do or say. She didn’t define herself by men, never had, but it was unnerving to think for the first time in over half a century, she didn’t have the safety net of Geralt to fall back on any longer.

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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DEAN TOOK A MOMENT TO PONDER HER WORDS.  he hadn’t done much research into the magic of his own world, if he was being honest.  The magic at Hogwarts had been a lot to begin with.  But when he started this project, he’d sought out Professor Lupin who’d shared so many ideas of the magic in their own world, let alone the magic of this new world.  Still, the idea of someone being magic was a lot to think about.  

❝ BACK AT HOME, IT WAS RARE TO SEE A WIZARD NOT USING A WAND.  it channels the magic we have in us, giving us more focus and direction.  But, at the same time, if I traveled to a different area of the world, it would be different.  But the way I learned magic was to channel it through something. ❞  He hesitated for a moment before pulling out his own wand.  It was his second personal wand, technically, as his first had been destroyed by the Malfoys.  This was the one he’d made with Ollivander, putting his own sweat and magic into it.  Tight engravings covered it from handle to tip, though the shape of it was simple enough.  ❝ I made this one myself a few years back, when my first wand was destroyed. ❞

HE HELD IT OUT SO SHE COULD SEE IT, if she so wished to.  ❝ What kind of magic do you use, if you don’t mind me asking. ❞

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Setting the small trinket she had in hand back into place on the shelf, Yennefer closed the distance between them. His explanation made a great deal of sense as it was similar to why someone in her practice would need one. She vaguely recalled Tissaia’s lesson on wandwork and channeling from her days studying in Aretuza, but that was so long ago any of the details had left her mind. She studied the wand with great curiosity. Finally, she held her hand out to take it, “You made this yourself? It's beautifully done.”

Turning the wand over in her hands, Yennefer examined each part of it in turn. The mage felt the slightest bit of magic humming around it, but not much else. She had discounted his skill upon his first entrance, but she could tell it was impressive even if she didn’t know much about the craft. Her appreciation would only grow when she considered how young he must be. After a moment, she held it back to him.

“My magic is Chaos,” she began. “It's everywhere. It runs beneath the ground like water. Where I come from, all you need do is tap the spring and focus it to your will. You may understand it as the law of entropy. I create order from the disorder, but as the universe’s natural state is disorder, I must be careful to not allow it to pull me back.”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ COULDN’T HELP BUT SNORT.  ❝ multitasking.  A girl after my own heart, though Liz always got on me about enjoying a snack on the job. ❞  The woman certainly had an air about her that told him she knew what she was doing.  There were some in Sallow Hills it would be stupid to sell more than a hunting or pocket knife too, lest they hurt themselves more than anything else.  But he could tell she was pretty knowledgeable in the way she held herself.  It wasn’t a fake sorta confidence in what she was looking for, but something fairly genuine.

❝ SOMETIMES, THOUGH, ZONING IN ON JUST ONE THING IS FUN.  when you just let yourself focus on the hunt and nothing else.  When it takes over your entire mind. ❞  He pushed away from the counter, eyes racking over the knives in front of him.  He slid down to a different case, this one mainly filled with machetes.  However, tucked away in the back away from just a skimming eye, were a few short swords.  He pulled them out, laying them on the top of the case, then pulled out a few of his heftier daggers.  

❝ HERE’S WHAT I GOT IN STOCK RIGHT NOW.  if none of them suit your fancy, let me know what you like and don’t like about each of them and i can see what i can order the next time i get inventory. ❞

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You could never be too careful in unfamiliar places. A lesson Yennefer had learned all too well when she was much younger than she was today. Physical weapons had never been her preferred method of fighting, but one made sacrifices of aesthetics for safety. 

When it takes over your entire mind. She nearly appreciated the sentiment, but the thought made her sick. She had done once. Her Chaos took over her mind as she became a conduit for it. It was a powerful move, but deadly, and it nearly took her. No, she was better off multitasking. “I suppose you’re right, but nothing is ever sure to work out the way you plan initially. You seem to be the type to understand that.”

Studying the cases with a keen eye, Yennefer carefully considered her options. She was no fighter, but she knew enough to get by. They seemed well crafted as they could be for this place, or she thought so anyway. “I’m sure one of these will work nicely, no need for special orders.” She paused, well manicured fingers ghosting over the hilts of the weapons, before they settled over a short sword, which she picked up to feel the balance of. Not completely liking the feel, she tried the next one over, which suited her hand much better. “This one is nice. What is it?”