⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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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. 

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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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✧･ﾟ　MERLIN ft. midna twili

[ setting : the outskirts , with :  bombadills ]

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DESPITE HOW LONG HE HAD LIVED AND HOW LONG HE WOULD LIVE , merlin often felt like he didn’t have enough time.  Between long shifts at the hospital , hanging out with Gwen and Zelda and the Doctor and Castiel , and checking on the town’s plants and wildlife  -  well he had quite a bit he was always doing.  Ey liked it that way , though.  If ey were busy , ey had less time to reminisce on a past ey could never go back to.  Ey had less time to miss Arthur and Gwaine and Lancelot and Gaius ; ey had less time to regret everything that had happened with Mordred and Morgana.

   TONIGHT WAS NOT KIND TO HIM HOWEVER.  he’d been staring at his ceiling for hours , and then he went around and checked on all the plants in the house , and then reorganized one of his bookshelves of magickal tomes.  None of it had distracted his mind from playing back memories.  From re-living some of the worst moments of his very long life.  So , ey grabbed their jacket and one of the beanies Zelda had knitted em before heading out.  It wasn’t a far walk from his house to the woods.  The general towns folk were told to stay away , especially at night once the town gates had been locked up , but Merlin had never been frightened.  It’s not like anything in this world could kill him.  

   HE WASN’T SURE WHY THE FOX HAD ATTRACTED HIS ATTENTION , but he set off following it.  Perhaps he wanted to make sure it didn’t have any babies that needed food , or he wanted to just have something to take his mind off things.  Ey were doing pretty good at not startling the fox , until it’d went past a woman and spotted both of them.  Merlin planned on moving away before she turned , unsure if he wanted company tonight.  But she turned before ey could leave.  

   HE GAVE HER A SHEEPISH SMILE , running his hand over the back of his neck.  ❝ Sorry, I think we were following the same thing ,❞ ey said , nodding towards where the fox had disappeared.  ❝ I didn’t mean to sneak up on anyone.  I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone at all. ❞

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 Any resentment Midna had fizzled away when she saw the look on eir face. It hadn’t been on purpose, a sentiment that eased the rush of adrenaline she had initially felt. 

“I wasn't either… and wasn’t following it. The little beastie just caught my attention is all.” She paused, calculating what direction was best to go in next. He didn’t seem like the axe murderer type, nor the type to follow people around in the dark, so he was likely being honest. “So what brings you here? Escape attempt, collecting something, or did the night just call for a good old fashioned walk?”

Midna had met a few people in her nighttime excursions, and each had fallen into one of those categories. She was always in the third one, as she tended to have a lot on her mind. 

The darkness was comforting to her in the ways others found comfort in a mug of tea or a friend’s hand on your shoulder or a blanket fresh from the drier. 

For how often she came, Midna didn’t seem like a regular in the woods. She was far from dressed for it, with half her midriff out, and no jacket to stand between her and the cold air. The only clue to her frequent visits was her well-worn shoes caked with mud from previous trips. 

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Harry was quite bored; they felt like they’d sketched everything in town and there wasn’t much that was new. They constantly walked around town hoping to find something new, something that could be their next art piece they could work on before they went crazy and too deep into their head. 

This was their first time walking past the plant shop when a plant showing in the window caught their eye. It was beautiful – unique, something Harry definitely needed. They had a lot of ideas right when they saw it and they needed a closer look. Taking a step in the store they looked around.

“Hi um, I saw a plant in the window and I was wondering if I could get a closer look?”

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The person who had walked in was unfamiliar. Then again, most people in this town fell into that category for Sam. That didn’t matter much to him; he loved getting to know people, and could make friends with anybody if he really set his mind to it. His demeanor was reflected in the vibrancy of the shop interior. Dozens of plant species were out on display across the various shelves. 

“’Course you can!” he nodded, gesturing off to the right where a few more of the white flowering plants sat on a shelf. With a proud look on his face, he added, “There's a few more over there if you’re interested. Just put those out today. They’re a real favorite of mine.”

@endlxssnights​ @ofmvoonlight​

I…See you later

best boy

Tumblr loves when I post Sam, so have some more!

ofmvoonlight​:

Closing her eyes when she felt his arms around her, Zelda could feel herself bit by bit relax. Comfort had always been a foreign concept to the princess of Hyrule. Her father wouldn’t give it to her and neither would her servants. The only one who ever did give her some sort of warmth and love was Link. And yes she loved him and what they had but to get comfort from someone else? That shook them to their very core. 

“I just don’t want you to feel like I am taking advantage of your kindness. I am getting better, I promise. I just.. I have bad days and good days when it comes to my still healing wound and today is one of the bad ones. I am sorry for raising my voice. I never wanted to yell at you” they whispered as they shook their head.

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Samwise shook his head in a firm insistence of ‘no’ to the princess. He couldn’t feel taken advantage of, not by her. If anything he felt as if he wasn’t doing enough. 

“Enough of that Miss Zelda. You’re not taking advantage of nothing. You’re human, and you have human feelings. I know the road you’re on isn’t an easy one, but lucky for you this isn’t my first time helping someone along it.”

He reached for another paper towel, and handed it to them so they could wipe their face. Sam hated seeing them like this— so full of pain and frustration that it brought them to tears. Frodo had days like that, and they had always been the worst. Maybe he should tell them about that. It would pose a good distraction from their own troubles of nothing else. 

“Don’t apologise to me. My Frodo was in a very similar position once, though it was his shoulder that was wounded. We were on the road, a fortnight away from the nearest help. I know the pain you’re feeling, but I also know that it’ll be a nasty memory in a little while. Nothing more than that. And as my friend Merry loved to point out: apparently scars make you cool.”

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“Ah I am sorry about that. I’m Zelda. It’s a pleasure to meet you” the brunette said and smiled softly as they looked at him. He seemed to be a sweetheart and that was a nice change compared to some of the people she had ran into in recent days. People who just assumed that they could stop her just because she worked as a model. It was disheartening, truth be told. 

“And holding onto your arm would be nice. Once again thank you so much for being so kind” hooking their arms around his, Zelda took a deep breath in order to make her spinning head somewhat stable. 

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“Well, its nice to meet you as well,” Sam grinned back at her as they began to walk up the street. He liked them already. In all honesty, he couldn’t fathom the idea of people swarming him in the street like that. What Hobbit would? He would rather stay hidden away indoors forever than have to face that regularly.  “Ah don’t mention it, I’m glad to help.” Not wanting to intrude, but still curious, he asked the most prominent question in his mind, “So you have to deal with things like that often? How do you manage it?”

In order to help maintain her balance, he didn’t walk too fast. It took a bit of concentration as he had always had the nasty habit of stumbling over his own feet. As they approached the café, Sam opened the door to let them in first.

⌘River + Twelve⌘

for my sweetie @velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes

It was cold here, River knew that if not much else. She was glad to have her favorite coat with her, as it seemed to keep out the bitey chill in the air better than anything else she could come up with. She had it pulled tight around herself, hands stuck deep in her pockets, as she walked down the street. There were a lot of people out and about today, but that wasn't surprising for a Saturday morning.

She had a long list of errands to run, but there was one shop that had her main interest— Goodwin Antiques. She didn’t know exactly why she was so pulled towards it, but she wanted to find out what sort of treasures the place could be hiding. On the clock, Ms. Song was a history teacher, so it made sense she would be intrigued by carefully preserved items of the past. Besides, she had just moved into town, and her tiny flat looked depressing with nothing to cover the bare walls and table tops and floors of it.

Pushing in the door of the shop, River was happy to find it was warm inside. Her eyes didn’t know where to look first, as there seemed to be dozens of pretty pieces within feet on the doorway to look at. As she unzipped her coat, she looked around for the nearest attendant. She was going to need one if she had any hope of navigating the place. When she saw one, she smiled, and the skin around her eyes crinkled as she did. “Oh hello! Good morning to you.”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS  TURNED  HIS  PAD  OVER  AND  OVER  IN  HIS  HANDS.    it  was  a  reporter’s  pad  he’d  taken  from  the  newspaper,  figuring  that  since  he  was  an  editor  no  one  would  mind  if  he  took  one.    No  one  had,  especially  since  they  got  used  so  rarely  anymore.    He  understood  the  advances  in  technology  (more  than  he  let  on  to  Shepard,  merely  because  it  was  funny)  but  he  would  never  not  want  to  write  things  out  by  hand.    ❝ Truthfully,  I  don’t  know  if  some  of  these  even  exist  here.    They  were  rare  in  my  world.    But  if  you  have  any  of  these,  preferably  not  cut  so  that  I  can  continue  to  grow  them. ❞

❝ RIGHT,  THE  MOST  DIFFICULT  ONE  I  SUPPOSE?    wolfsbane  or  aconite,  and  yes  i  do  know  how  poisonous  it  is  which  means  you  probably  don’t  carry  it.    I  also  need  valerian,  but  specifically  I  need  to  be  able  to  semi-frequently  harvest  valerian  roots,  so  I’m  unsure  the  best  way  to  go  about  that.    I’ll  also  need  moonseed,  bloodroot,  st.  johns-wort,  mint,  and  sage. ❞

HE  PROBABLY  SOUNDED  LIKE  A  CRAZY  PERSON,  even  for  himself.    He  was  just  glad  that  he  didn’t  recognize  the  man  from  home,  otherwise  he  might  be  able  to  tell  what  Remus  needed  the  ingredients  for.    Merlin,  he  still  might  be  able  to  tell  and  Remus  could  be  outing  himself  right  here  and  now.    Bu  the  needed  the  wolfsbane  potion.

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When the list was rattled off, Sam became much more intrigued than he had been moments before. He cared about everyone who came into his shop, but the people who came in with lists similar to this were always up to something. What those things were, he didn't know, and he certainly would never ask. The purposes of some transactions were obvious, but the purposes of most were unknown to him. This one was… well, he could hypothesize. 

“You'd be surprised how many poisonous things I keep in stock. Safely hidden away, of course, but you don’t keep good business in a place like this if you aren’t willing to adapt to the needs of your customers, if you take my meaning. Now lets see, aconite… aconite…” he repeated the word, carding through the mental checklist of things he had on hand. “I think I did start a crop of that, but just recently. I could sell you some of the seedlings right now, but if you come back in a week they should be better suited for use.”

Despite the pieces clicking into place, Sam gave no hint of what he may suspect. He reached for the notebook which he had just set down, and flipped a few pages. He seemed satisfied with what he found there. “As for everything else, I should have it all in stock. Though, good as I am, I can’t magically replicate plant roots, but I could show you how to tend to your own plant so that it’ll last multiple harvests without dying if you wish.”