✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

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✧･ﾟ    CATRA && MIDNA

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Catra stared at Midna with no hint of friendliness in xir eyes, but after her explanation, xe decided it might be best to be a little less hostile.

“Oh,” xe said. “Well, okay. That makes sense I guess.”

Xe were silent for a moment before speaking again.

“I’m Catra. I only got here a couple of days ago,” xe said. “They all said I couldn’t leave, but… I had to try. I had to try to get back to her.”

Catra looked at her, watching for her reaction, and also not elaborating on who the “her” was that xe mentioned.

“What were you doing out in the woods anyways? Everyone in town says it’s dangerous. Not that I’m scared. I just know most people like to avoid dangerous things.”

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Midna looked at xem, perplexed for a moment, and just where most people would have asked about the person xe was trying to return to, the redhead tilted her head to the side, “Catra? That's a strange name. You aren’t from this world then, are you?” There was a weird air to the woman. She spoke with a formality, yet her body and actions were relaxed-- bordering on overly so. She quickly followed up with a reassurance, not wanting to completely scare the stranger off. “I’m not either.”

She shrugged at the question, not knowing the answer for herself. Midna was a “night owl” as they called it around here. She felt more at home in the dark, though she wasn’t as homesick these days.

“I’ve faced much scarier things than live in this forest. I’m wary, of course. I’m not dumb enough to think myself invincible, but I enjoy exploring by the light of the moon,” a light smile tugged at her lips, and she pointed up at it. “Its pretty tonight, no?”

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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?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ && YENNEFER

*̩̩̥͙　-•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ 　　⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

THE  WOMAN  WAS  DRESSED  INTERESTINGLY,  TO  SAY  THE  LEAST.    not  that  zsasz  had  any  place  to  talk  with  his  nearly  all-leather  get  up.    Hers  was  certainly  more  fitting  for  a  Welsh  countryside  town  than  his  own,  but  he’d  never  been  one  to  mind  standing  out  in  a  crowd.    In  fact,  it  usually  was  quite  the  opposite.    Zsasz  knew  how  to  use  shadows  and  darkness  to  his  aid,  but  also  when  to  draw  the  eye  of  everyone  around  him.

HE  PUT  THE  BOX  OF  GOOD  ON  THE  COUNTER,  raising  a  brow  bone  at  kai  who  seemed  to  look  up  at  him  in  question.    He  sighed.    He  supposed  he  and  Oswald  were  spoiling  the  dragon  a  bit  too  much.    ❝ Don’t  you  have  a  register  to  guard? ❞    Kai  let  out  a  snort,  but  did  turn  and  head  over  to  the  small,  purple  pillow  beside  the  cash  register.      With  that,  Zsasz  turned  his  attention  back  to  the  woman.

HE  TOOK  THE  KNIFE,  CAREFULLY  MOVING  IT  TO  NOT  CUT  EITHER  OF  THEM.    ❝ yes  well,  i  suppose  the  knives  either  moved  in  transport  or  my  shop  assistant  was  messing  around  in  the  back  and  hoped  i  wouldn’t  notice.    Either  way,  thank  you.    If  you  feel  I  need  to  prove  myself  proficient  at  weapons,  I’m  always  happy  to  give  a  demonstration. ❞    He  spun  the  knife  in  his  hand,  getting  it  into  a  more  comfortable  grip.    Quickly,  he  took  aim  at  the  board  he  had  across  the  store  for  just  this  and  sent  the  knife  flying.    It  landed  in  the  bullseye  with  a  thunk.    He  gave  a  flourish  of  a  half  bow.    ❝ Now,  is  there  anything  I  can  assist  you  with? ❞

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Yennefer couldn’t help but to watch the dragon retreat to its spot beside the register. It was a mistake in the end, as the sight once again took her mind elsewhere. She was quickly brought back to the moment when he spoke once again. 

She wasn’t sure if it had been the intention, but she wasn't intimidated or startled. In fact, she was far from it. For the first time since she had arrived in Sallow Hills, she was hit with a startling amount of familiarity. The way he dressed, the dramatics, the set up and contents of the shop: they reminded her of home. She could’ve sworn something identical had happened with Lambert when she was visiting Kaer Morhen once, but she didn’t want to dwell on it. She had business to do. 

“Impressive. Though, I was making a joke.” A smirk grew on her face as she met his eyes, and there was a quirk to her brow in sudden intrigue of the man before her. Yennefer nonchalantly crossed her arms in front of her as she looked between him and the blade now protruding from the wall. “I’m new here. I don’t have any... guarantee of personal protection, and I should like to remedy that. What would you recommend?”

ofmvoonlight​:

“Don’t be. I am used to it at this point. Does it suck that I have to get used to not having my freedom? Sure. But this is my life now” Zelda shrugged. It was draining, yes. But to be able to stand in front of the camera and pretend for just a couple of hours, it made everything worth it in the end. Zelda wanted to be a model and she wanted to be pretty big one at that. They wanted to leave an impact in the fashion world. And nothing like that could happen if all she did was stay hidden. 

“Oh you are too kind” they blushed and then giggled. “But yes I have known him for many years. It’s actually about damn time me and him are an official couple”

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Samwise felt her words ring true for himself. It had taken far too long for him to get the courage to ask Rosie to go out with him, and longer with Frodo. It was sort of strangely comforting to hear that he wasn't alone in that. 

“Ah it's not too kind. You deserve the compliment,” with a grin, he took a sip of his cappuccino, making a little bit of a face as the drink burnt his tongue. “You want to tell me about him— and oh, where are my manners, more about yourself?” He asked the question in the way a parent would their child, kind and curious.

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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DEAN WAS PROUD OF HIS OWN WAND.  he’d spent weeks working on the carvings, perhaps even more time scouring ollivander’s resources for the perfect core that called to him and the wood that felt best in his skin.  It’d been the first wand he’d been allowed to make on his own, Ollivander claiming that once you’d made one for yourself, every other wand would be easier as it was just seeing which woods and cores felt like they matched.  ❝ Thank you.  I had my first wand taken from me during the war, and I had stolen a back-up but those never work the same.  I was a wandmaker’s apprentice after the war, so I got to make it myself. ❞  It was one of the few things after the war that he was proud of.

HE TOOK HIS WAND BACK, CAREFULLY SLIPPING IT INTO THE HARNESS HE HAD AT HIS SIDE.  he liked that he could have it more exposed in sallow hills, tucked carefully at his hip where he could reach it at convenience.  ❝ I suspect that there’s similar magic in my home, though wizards just aren’t tuned into it.  There’s loads of other magical beings who can do a bunch of stuff we can’t, and it’s probably tied to a magic we can’t control.  If you’re interested in that kinda stuff, one of my old professors would be the guy to talk to.  I mean, it’s kinda complicated cuz he’s not old here, but Remus Lupin.  He’s the guy to talk to. ❞

IT WAS INTERESTING.  it wasn’t something dean would want to dedicate a lot of time to studying, but it was interesting how different magic was from person to person.  He wondered even in his own world if magic felt different between people.  He’d have to ask Harry and Seamus.

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Yennefer knew war. She had been in several over the years, and had recently... well... she didn’t want to think about that. They had all come out of it alive, and that's what mattered. Either way, she had some concept of what the boy had been through, even if she wasn’t familiar with the war of his world. “Your time and dedication shows. You’ve impressed me, wandmaker, not an easy thing to do.”

Where she came from, magic was a force to be harnessed; the one casting could attempt to do such a thing in whatever manner suited them best. It could do nearly anything, for a price. Everything had its price. 

“Well, if I ever need to discuss the magic of an adjacent sphere with someone, I’ll be sure to give him a call,” she said, knowing that there was little motivation for her to do such a thing. After a brief pause, Yennefer asked what she almost didn't, “You don’t make them anymore? The wands.”

wickedpotions​:

.·:*¨༺  KATE  ft.  river

KATE  FINISHED  WIPING  DOWN  YESTERDAY’S  FACTOID  OFF  THE  MINI  CHALKBOARD  SHE’D  BOUGHT,  and  thumbed  through  her  phone  for  the  next  one.    It  was  one  of  her  favorite  bits  of  the  White  Rabbit  during  Pride  Month  -  getting  to  share  information  to  the  community.    When  did  the  first  gay  bar  open?    1936  -  Mona’s  440  Club  in  San  Francisco.      The  bell  chiming  pulled  Kate’s  attention  away  from  the  board,  as  she  smiled  at  the  woman  who  walked  in.      

     ❝  Welcome!    We’re  not  too  packed  right  now,  but  be  warned  -  it’s  poetry  night  tonight  and  I’ve  had  a  lot  of  people  promise  to  come.  ❞

. ・°゜⊱⋅⋅ @bombadills​ 

❃゜・。. ・°゜

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River had not had much time to explore town since she had arrived a few months back. Her job kept her busy making lesson plans, grading papers, and coming up with engaging activities for her students.  She had heard people reference places here and there, and felt it was high time she actually got around to visiting some of them for herself. 

Having decided to go to the White Rabbit after work was one of the best ideas she’d had in a long while. Upon entering it was easy to see why people liked the place so much. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been individually greeted when walking into a bar (but to be completely fair— River didn’t remember much of anything). 

“Poetry night?” River flashed a smile, “I had no idea. How exciting!”

simcnsncwsalisbury​:

@bombadills​ Yennefer & Simon

   Simon’s never been one to let things be. If something big is happening then you can bet that he’ll find away to get involved, because it’s what he was raised to do. Magick or no magick, it’s still who he is. Even more so when it’s directly affecting him. Something’s been done to his memory and for some reason, The Bubbling Cauldron is the one place he keeps coming back to day after day. He hasn’t dared to go in until today. 

   He steps into the shop and there’s a woman he doesn’t recognize. It’s not like it was with that other lady, where something about her tugged at his heart. There’s no familiarity when he looks at her, but he still stops and stares if only for a moment. Her eyes are genuinely beautiful. Are they contacts, Simon wants to ask but that might come across as rude. And anyway he’s got more pressing things to ask. Focus, Simon. 

   He clears his throat and takes a step forward. He hits one of the shelves with his wings almost knocking a few items over and yup- he’s definitely done that before. Simon grimaces and works to fold up the wings as much as he’s able. ❝ Sorry. I just came here because. I guess I wanted. I need to ask you something. ❞ He takes a look around and there’s certain things he recognizes, like the spot in the back used for tarot readings. He’d been tempted to get reading once. 

   Simon carefully makes his way around the shop until he’s standing in front of whoever this is supposed to be. 

   ❝ I used to come here a lot. I think. Do we know each other? ❞ 

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Life hadn't gotten easier for Yennefer as more of her little family had showed up in town; quite the opposite in fact. Geralt didn’t know who she was, even after trying to surface his memories herself, which meant he was on her mind much more than a self respecting woman would ever like to admit. The stress was exacerbated as it was affecting her daughter as well as herself. It was hard enough parenting the stubborn little witcher on her own without the memory addled father added into the mix. 

The only thing left in her life which remained even remotely simple was her job. Yennefer had hated it when she had first arrived to town, simply because she hated being told what to do and how to act. But she found those who worked there to be nice enough company, and a shop couldn’t lose its memory and stare at her blankly as if she was barely there, so it had grown on her greatly within the past month.

Yennefer had been in the back with her nose buried in one of the tomes from the employee bookcase when she heard the door. A moment of shuffling things around later, she made her way up to the front. She looked over the newcomer, curiosity lighting up her eyes. Brow furrowing at his words, she crossed her arms, “Go on.”

She briefly glanced at the little mess of things knocked over behind the boy before settling her violet eyes on him. “I’ve never seen you before. I’m sure I’d remember. But if its any consolation, I’m newer in town. Perhaps one of the other employees would know you.”

⌘Midna & Merlin⌘ 

for the one and only @wickedpotions​

 Midna was restless. She was spending more time taking walks these days. They helped to clear her head in a way that nothing else she had found here could. Everything was so messy now. 

After the initial elation to be reunited with Link came the explanation of where she was (and where she couldn’t return). She was unsure of how that made her feel— yes, she loved her realm and her people, but it was exhausting work to support them. Midna thought of them often on her walks, which were often at night. 

She rarely came across others, especially the later the hours became, and the deeper in the forest she ventured. Of course, she had been warned of the dangers that could be waiting for her there, but Midna didn’t mind it. The bit of adrenaline kept things exciting. In the few weeks since she had arrived, her path had crossed with only one other person in the wood. The vague possibility of meeting another felt like just that— a vague possibility. 

Midna should have known better than to expect things to stay that way. 

As she strolled down the path, head swimming with thoughts of her beloved Twili and her far away home, her feet made no sound as they trampled the debris of the forest floor. Her attention was caught by a wisp of red fur a few meters off— a fox. She smiled slightly as she watched it paw at something hidden by the shrubbery, though her face scrunched when it heard something and bolted in the opposite direction. Midna turned to come face to face with a man she hadn't seen before. Placing a hand on her chest, she gasped softly, “Goddesses you scared me. Don’t you know its rude to sneak up on people like that?”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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It was stupid to believe Geralt. Back home, believing her father was a matter of her own life or death. Trusting Geralt meant Ciri had a much better chance of living. Even if it scared her in the process. She had spent longer than she thought with him that day, holding onto that same hope.

If she was with Geralt, she was safe.

Cirilla had never imagined one of her core tenants would shatter around her like broken glass.

“I know, I know I shouldn’t.” But she wanted to.

“I liked it better when I thought he was on a different sphere,” she muttered, dark and low. Selfish, she knew but Ciri would say anything, wish for anything, in order to contain the gaping wound in her chest.

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If Yennefer could’ve stopped the pain herself, she would’ve. She wanted to find every one of the fragmented pieces around her daughter, to take them on as her own; for those she couldn't take, she would file them down until they couldn't do harm any longer. Ciri was the only person she could ever fathom doing such a thing for. 

“I preferred it that way too. It was much easier like that.” Her fingers continued smoothing down her back, until she decided to make a little attempt at capturing Ciri’s attention. A wisp of concentrated pale smoke came up from one of the few burning candles in the room. Though the fire was not its source, Yennefer was. It grew in size until it was nearly the size of a basketball. It danced around the living room in the shape of little animals and birds and figures. 

“I think the pair of us deserve a Skellige beach vacation after all of this. Don’t you?” 

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⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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Jenny laughed. “No offense taken,” she said. “Teenagers are teenagers. We’ve all been there, right?” She smirked slightly. She actually hadn’t been there, but telling a complete stranger that she popped out of a machine as an adult didn’t usually feel like the right course of action. “It was a fun presentation though, at least in my opinion. I noticed a few kids nodding off, but for the most part I felt like they were engaged.”

They glanced down at the teacup, waiting for it to steep. They hated that part of tea, the waiting for it to be ready.

“History? I absolutely love history,” they said. “It’s my favorite school subject. Well, that and science. But history is brilliant. Is there a certain era of Earth history your classes focus on?”

Shit. She’d just called it ‘earth’ history. Immediate alien red flag. Whoops.

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Laughing politely at Jenny’s words, River tucked the papers she had been looking over away. She didn’t remember her teenage years either, but she could only assume she was a troublemaker between the scars dusted around her knees and hands (which she had chalked up to lots of rough housing) and the tiny faded tattoo that looked old enough to be from that part of her life. 

“I’d say same here, but I doubt that would be much of a surprise,” the older woman smiled. “Science was always my second favorite, but history is where my real love has always lain.”

The phrasing of the question didn’t really catch her off guard. She was used to the colloquialisms and general lack of proper grammar from her students, and she could barely remember a few months ago, let alone anything of her past. “We go through the early modern world, or the medieval period, to the industrial revolution. Right now we’re in the late 1700s. Not the most fun thing to teach, but there's a curriculum for a reason. If we had it my way, we’d be going over all sorts of fun things from really, really far back.” River got up in order to make herself another cuppa. “What sort of things do you get up to at the lab all day? If you don’t mind me asking that is.”