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wickedpotions​:

✧･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.”

endlxssnights​:

|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

Things should be fine. Geralt remembered her, was close to remembering Yennefer, remembered Uncle Jaskier. She should be okay. The withdrawal-like aches in her chest would not leave her. Ciri had only felt like this once, in the few days between arriving at Kaer Mohren and starting training. As if her body was protesting the lack of adrenaline and grief that had been coursing through her system ever since she watched her grandmother fall from the tower.

Ciri let herself in through the front door, readying an explanation for her shaking hands (trained too much, ask Ben or Jesus or even Poe and they would back her up). The explanation and bone-deep exhaustion seemed to leave her as a furry, color-changing creature wound around her legs.

“We have a… cat now?” Ciri spoke more out of confusion than directly to her mother.

It certainly looked like a cat- if she didn’t concentrate too hard or look directly at it- but things here always hid behind masks.

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He had nearly sent her skidding across the pavement. One moment Yennefer was walking home from work, and the next a streak of dark fur was scrambling across the sidewalk beneath her feet. 

She had learned of the sudden appearance of the animals a few hours previously from a coworker when she had gone into work, so she knew exactly what it was that had crossed her path. Yennefer steadied herself, eyes fixed on the animal as it bobbed and weaved around her feet. Two minutes later, the scary mage lady could be seen carrying home a (very cute) ball of fur.  

She hadn’t owned a cat before. By the time she was stable enough to (the first time around), she was living in Vengerberg with Geralt. Cats notoriously don’t like Witchers, no matter how fond they were of mages, so Yennefer didn’t even attempt to lure one in to stick around. After that breif time, she had been on the move too much to give it a second thought.

Yennefer hoped Ciri would be as happy with the little addition as she was. She figured the pair of them could use something like this with the recent stress they had been through. 

“Ciri,” Yenner smiled as she came into the front room from the kitchen, a soft and loving greeting. “Ah, yes, I see you’ve met Kotek. Isn't he sweet? He looked like he needed a good home, and I’ve been wanting one, so here he is.”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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“He said he would visit me tomorrow,” Ciri murmured, eyes unseeing as she fixated on the wood grain of the floor.

Yes, she understood why. Her mother knew what she would do, Geralt’s memory loss be damned. The interaction might have gone even worse had Ciri known before. An ache still resided in her chest, but she knew that had been the best that conversation could have gone. How could she rationalize pouring her heart out when it would be meaningless the next morning?

Carefully, Ciri toed off her shoes, going to sit on the couch beside Yennefer. She fell into the embrace, wrapping her arms around her mother’s middle. Her face was buried in Yennefer’s side. “I want Father back.”

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It was a rare occasion to see Ciri look so small. The weight of it seemed to be crushing down on both of them now, which was far from what Yennefer wanted. She had been sure there would have been shouting, yet this quiet resignation to it was somehow worse. 

“Did he?” voice soft, not wanting to pry her open any more than she was willing. There was no comfort Yennefer could offer; she had none to give. “Don’t... hope is a fickle thing, Ciri. Be careful with it.”

The older woman watched her daughter carefully, feeling her heart ache inside her chest. Holding her was grounding. It kept her in the moment instead of allowing for her mind to wander a world away. Her arms tightened around the girl as she pressed her nose into white hair. Yennefer’s fingers danced up and down her back for a while before she had the courage to speak again, “I want him too, Cirilla. We’ll find a way out of this mess, I always do.”

“What? Say something! Am I so beautiful that you’ve no words left?”

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.

ofmvoonlight​:

Destined to stay intertwined. Nothing made sense. Her words only made the confusion ten times worse and he was about to tell her that when she grabbed his collar and kissed him. So familiar. It felt like whatever or whoever it was that had taken his memories was now laughing at him for how foolish he was. The kiss felt right but he knew that it was wrong. So he fought against the urge to kiss her back, hold her close to his own frame. Reluctantly he pulled back and looked at her.

He knew that would only hurt her even more. And he hated him for it. But he was still with Louisa and he couldn’t hurt her either. 

Cupping her face, he shook his head. “Kissing me won’t solve anything. And it will only bring you more pain. I am hurting you by simply talking to you so tell me how that is fair? Tell me why I have the right to crush you like this? No one should have that much power over another person. And I am sorry. I will tell you that over and over until you realize that I never wanted this to happen”

Leaning forward, Geralt pressed his lips against her forehead. “Yennefer” the man softly whispered and it felt so effortless. Her name carried no weight and no shame, no regret and no sorrow.

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She knew it wasn't right before she did it. Nobody had ever taught Yennefer how to process emotions. Her parents never cared, and Tissaia had merely shown her how to bottle it up until she felt no longer. It's why containing herself when feelings got too big was such a challenge; a little anger and frustration caused her to boil over, joy caused her to get overconfident, fear and pain caused irrationality. 

When he moved away, she did not meet his eyes. In her head, she was blindly searching for her bottle in the dark. She needed to shove everything back inside of it as quick as she could. In trickled the frustration and fear, and out came the anger and irrationality. Voice low, Yennefer was losing the battle with herself, “Do not think I don’t know what I’m doing. You mistake me. It is not by your actions that I feel the way I do, that's my own doing. You don’t get to lecture me. You’ve not the right, nor the understanding of to whom you speak. You asked who I was to you, and why you felt that way, and I showed you the answer. To accept it or not, that's your decision. I won’t force you to love me.”

This was her reward for giving her heart away. She accepted that much. “Do not pity me,” she whispered. “I don’t want your pity, Geralt.” I just want you. “But tell me what you wish of me, and I'll do what I can. I’ve obviously disturbed you enough already today.”

ofmvoonlight​:

Signing up for a life in the spotlight is never easy. Especially when all you want to do is take photos in beautiful clothes. All Zelda wanted to do was work. They didn’t want to be cornered like this. Yes they did sign up for their face being used in magazines and in fashion shows but what they didn’t sign up for was losing their privacy and their life all together. People put this image on them and it was an image that did not fit in with who Zelda was as a person. And that was the hardest thing to accept. 

“Yeah. Being a model is a job that requires me to basically be this perfect little doll that accepts that people corner me when all I wanna do is go and buy some ice cream for me and my boyfriend” rolling their eyes, they then looked at the other. “It’s disheartening really how people forget that I am still human”

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There was something familiar in her sentiment. After, well, everything Samwise had been through, too many people knew him- or thought they did- for his liking. They assumed what it had been like, what he had seen, had heard, had lived. They made judgements, and thought they had right to pry in business not of their own. Certainly, it wasn't as intensely evasive as what Zelda described, but he could sympathize. 

“That sounds quite disheartening indeed. Some people have no respect, and I’m sorry you have to suffer it.” He had gotten them a table, and ordered the pair of them drinks and something to snack on while they spoke. After a moment, he smiled, wanting to talk about something nicer, “So, boyfriend? Lucky lad to get to be with someone lovely as you. Have you known him long?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　MERLIN  ft.  midna

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MERLIN COULD UNDERSTAND THAT .  he’d often been dragged away from what he was supposed to be doing because he got distracted by a creature or flower or even just a tug in his powers .  It’d let to some nasty shit sometimes - someone getting hurt , him getting kidnapped , you name it .  But he’d found incredible things because of it too .  He’d found places where magick flourish and bled from the earth itself , where animals moved with freedom and ease , where flowers bloomed in the dead of winter .

  EY SHRUGGED , letting themself debate the words .  ❝ I suppose you could call it an escape attempt .  I couldn’t sleep , so I decided a walk out here might calm my mind enough . ❞  It might make him forget all the memories that weighed on em , that kept sleep away on nights like this .  ❝ I know this probably isn’t the smartest place to walk around especially at night but … ❞ Ey shrugged .  Magick was common here in Sallow Hills , but he wasn’t sure if someone else would understand why he was so drawn to the woods .  There was a magick here that called to em , that begged them to come out and be amongst it .  It was a magick unlike most that ey had felt and seen over the years , built so fully on chaos .  ❝ I’m Merlin , by the way , ❞ ey hold their hand out for her to shake .  ❝ What brings you out here ? ❞

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Midna dispelled his comment about the safety of the forest with a wave of her hand. She wasn’t too concerned with such things. If anything happened, she would simply cross that bridge when she got to it. She had always been a more ‘live in the moment’ type of person, after all. 

“I’ve always liked a bit of excitement, but I haven’t run into much trouble so far. I’ve had many people warn me how dangerous this place is, I’ve lost count.” The woman moved to shake Merlin’s hand. She had a good handshake. How could she not after years of lessons and even more years putting it into practice in court? A queen had to have a good handshake. If it weren’t, what would that say about the person behind it? “Midna. Pleasure to meet you, Merlin.”

She smiled at em as she let go of eir hand. Midna tried to think of a good explanation for what she was doing. It was a bit hard to put into words even to herself. “I suppose I’m just mulling a few things over. Lots to think about. The forest has been the best place for me to do that since I got here. It's the closest I can get to home. Besides, it's a beautiful night.”

⌘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?”