✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ  Ft.  Yennefer

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THE WITCHER 3: Wild Hunt (2015)

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“Thanks, me too,” Catra said. They were silent, pondering the next thing Midna had said. Her offer of friendship. Catra didn’t usually do friends. In the past, their only friend had been Adora, but recently, Adora’s friends had become theirs. And now here, in this new place, they had no friends, and it felt far more lonely than it had in the past. 

“Okay,” xe said. “I accept your offer of friendship.” It was rather a formal and awkward way of saying it, but Catra could be sort of awkward when it came to new things, like friendship. Xe offer her a shy smile, trying not to feel self conscious. 

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Grinning at xer words, Midna gave an enthusiastic spin around. Any normal being would have tripped on the countless twisting tree roots or forest debris, but Midna was far from normal. She stuck out in the forest: much too tall, red hair cutting through the pitch black, a skirt and nice shoes. Of course, if she truly desired to sink deep enough into the shadows that she went unseen, she could, though she saw little fun in that. 

“Midna and Catra. Catra and Midna. I think it has a ring to it,” she said lightly. As they approached the edge of the forest, Midna stretched out her arms and sighed as if she had just finished a lovely yoga class. She looked over at her new friend, trying to figure out the best move. While Midna had much more experience with being friendly, her royal status made it difficult to have any sense of normalcy. She hoped she had a decent enough grasp on the concept to make this work. “I’m starving. You wanna swing over to my apartment for some late night paninis?”

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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?”

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✧･ﾟ　MERLIN  ft.  midna

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MERLIN WASN’T SURE IF HE SHOULD FEEL REASSURED OR WORRIED THAT SOMEONE ELSE BRUSHED OFF THE WARNINGS .  there were dangerous things in the forest , though he suspected most of those things were less dangerous than the town let on .  They were territorial , and honestly weren’t humans as well ?  ❝ It feels like a staple of humanity that they like to warn people away from everything , even if it’s not nearly as scary as they let on .  I’ve ran into a few nasty things in the forest , but not many .  Most things just like having their space . ❞

  OF COURSE , HE WAS ALSO A CREATURE OF MAGICK , and that tended to ease some of the tensions between him and other creatures .  They were attracted to eir magick , and more likely to let em into their space .

  ❝ IT IS NICE TO THINK ALONE , if you have a lot on you remind .  Is home far away for you ?  Or nearby ? ❞  Ey supposed that was the easiest way to phrase it .  There were people from worlds so unlike this one here , and others like him who were a bit closer .

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 Midna looked around the surrounding trees, not out of any anxiety, but simple awareness. Her eyes were best adjusted to the dark. She spotted birds in the trees, heard the sounds of creatures foraging and settling in their homes, and saw as the intermittent breeze blew about fallen leaves. To her, it was peaceful. She was glad that Merlin wasn’t disturbing the peace. “Fair enough I suppose. I understand wanting space, that's why I came out here after all.”

It took a moment for her to figure out an answer to eir question. It was a complicated one if she really thought about it. While she had been good with science classes with her tutors, she was far from an expert. “It's a little bit of both I think. It's far away, yet just under our nose all at once. To get straight to the point, my home is the realm of shadows. A parallel one to the world of light.” 

To demonstrate, she moved her hand, and one of the shadows that previously was in the shape of the small bush casting it, turned into the shape of a big dog, then a bird, then the fox that they had both been looking at. She smiled faintly at the shapes before letting them seep back to their original form. Perks of being the Twilight’s ruler. Midna shook her head as she looked back to Merlin, “But I can’t seem to slip back into the world of shadows since I got here.” She smiled then, wanting to dispel the subtle wave of sadness. “What about you? Are you from this Earth or from someplace else?”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

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ZSASZ DUG BEHIND THE REGISTER, PROCURING THE BAG OF GUMMY BEARS HE KEPT THERE.  he tore one of the heads off, watching the woman look over the other weapons.  Kai raised his head with interest, but didn’t move from his post by the register.   Zsasz suspected that something he’d said had bothered the woman a bit, though he couldn’t pinpoint which bit it was.  And really, he wouldn’t try unless she brought it up.

❝ WELL, WEIRD IS RELATIVE.  for me, the supernatural is weird.  Vampires, werewolves, witches - they aren’t really supposed to exist.  I mean, I suppose there’s Zatanna and people like her who use some form of magic.  But it’s different where I’m from.  Other people might find the constant disappearances weird, but I’m from a city that’s run by villains.  People disappear all the time. ❞

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Had this been The Continent, Yennefer wouldn’t have stuck around long enough for the shopkeep to say more than two words to her. They were always so dreadfully dull, she was liable to fall asleep where she stood. But this was Earth, and Ciri had encouraged her to make friends, or at least be a little more friendly with people, so she would linger for the time being.

She was ‘weird’ to him, then. Suppressing a grin, she held her hand out a few inches from her body, palm up. A moment later, the next gummy-victim between his fingers appeared there. There were no theatrics to the display, save the faint smell of lilac and gooseberries in the air, which dissipated a few moments later (a side affect of being on Earth, and part of the reason she was slightly concerned with her chaos not obeying her). 

Yennefer laughed as she popped it in her mouth, “All cities are run by villains. They’re called politicians.” She knew that well enough, having spent three decades serving a king’s court, and the subsequent four bouncing between all sorts of towns to do work for their leaders. “People disappear everywhere, it seems. Tell me, the way you speak-- the theatrics, the talk of the importance of multitasking, the owning a weapons shop-- I take it you’re one of those villains then?” She wasn't scared nor accusatory, merely intrigued. 

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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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He wanted to kiss each and every tear away from that beautiful face of hers. To know that in a way he caused her that much pain made the decision almost final. But that should be her decision to make. Geralt didn’t want to just leave more heartbreak and he especially didn’t want that heart to be hers. The last thing he wanted to do is hurt the one person who made him come alive. The one person that made sense in this wretched world. Everyone else just melted away into a blur. Louisa, she was gone. The only focus at this very moment was her. 

If he only knew just how much power the other possessed over him. Every movement he made, word he said and glance he threw was her’s and her’s alone. His last wish, the only wish that mattered. To be with her to the end of days. To lay next to her, kiss her shoulder and feel the warm embrace of someone who wasn’t afraid of him. The only woman who had ever caused the ground underneath his feet to crack open. 

“You do not need to apologize” he assured her and then cleared his throat, nodding to himself. “If you want me to stay away then I will. I do not want to cause you more pain. I just can’t do that. Not when it’s you. I may not understand why there’s such a pull towards you. But truth be told, I don’t even care. The only thing that matters is you. Which is why I will put the offer on the table. I will stay away. All you need to do is say the word and I’ll be nothing more than a distant memory”

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The words that he spoke dug right into her, and every alarm bell in her head was going off at once-- fear, panic, worry, and the one that only stirred into action when she was about to do something incredibly stupid. Making peace with that, she let it happen. She would feel just as bad if she didn’t make a move, than if she did. It was the look on his face that did her in; one Yennefer was familiar with quite well. though, she was familiar with all of Geralt’s faces, a side effect of having known him for decades.

“Shut up. Isn’t it obvious, you oaf?” It was not obvious to anyone except Yennefer. “I don’t want that at all. Not even a little. I want you to- fuck. If I told you all of the things I truly wanted, you would go red as an apple. You feel like this because you made a choice that destined us to stay intertwined, and I chose you back, because I-” There it was again, the words stubbornly lodged in her throat.

The way she looked at him, eyes piercing, pupils dilatated, said what she couldn’t. She reached out, and, grabbing him by the collar to pull him sharply down to her level, kissed him. Yennefer knew that she would likely loathe herself for it later; she didn’t know if she could bear the look on his face when they parted, but she would suffer it for one tiny moment of selfish joy. 

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✧･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?”

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Jack had gotten bored with the party at the community center and wandered outside. It was bad enough that he was stuck in one place, but most of the townspeople did not share his sense of humor–Loki notwithstanding, but he already made enough of a nuisance of himself to them that he wasn’t going to go knocking on their window in the dead of night demanding entertainment. Well, not yet, anyway. He wasn’t quite that desperate.

There had been no trace of his staff so he was still earthbound, but that had never stopped Jack. He’d climbed onto the roof of the community center, bare feet dangling over the edge. He was stealthily throwing snowballs at people leaving the party, the drunker the better. He was careful about it, and no one had yet figured out where they were coming from.

Until now. It gave him a small jolt of surprise to realize someone was looking at him. Everyone could see him here, and for as much as Jack had wanted that before, he sometimes found it off-putting now. So much easier to cause mischief when he was invisible. He grinned back, unrepentant, and lifted his hand in a little salute of acknowledgment.

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Never one to turn down the opportunity to enjoy a good party, Samwise Gamgee was happy to be in attendance at the community center. He was chatty at heart, and these sorts of events enabled him to talk to as many people as he pleased. Though, despite his enjoyment, he did have a job to get to in the morning. Leaving early, was the best course of action.

He had barely gotten ten steps out the door when he had nearly toppled over. Shaking snow from his hair, and brushing it from the sleeve of his arm, he looked around for the source. It hadn't taken him long to find it. He raised an eyebrow at the stranger’s salute.

“What’re you doing up there?” he called-- not mad, merely curious. “Y’know, most people don’t enjoy being hit by flying snow.”