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wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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DEAN KNEW THE DANGEROUS OF THIS PROJECT.  it’s why he had a million precautions set up already.  He was working on it in the back garden, not the house.  He was going to put some of the spells he’d learned while he was on the run around it, in order to protect people if things did go wrong with the ingredients.  But he was also excited, because if went right it was going to be beautiful on multiple levels.  Maybe he could seek out Professor Lupin.  Harry had said he was here, though younger.  He’d always been wicked smart about those kinds of things.

❝ YEAH, SALLOW HILLS IS WEIRD.  in the best kind of way though.  I feel excited about learning things again, about experiencing things. ❞  He glanced over at her.  ❝ I wouldn’t have called you weird.  I mean, they eyes aren’t exactly normal but I’ve seen stranger.  Saw a dude without a nose who thought he was hot shit. ❞

HE MOVED OVER TO THE WOODS WITH EXCITEMENT.  he wished there was a clientele for wands here, because he did miss working on them.  He missed working with Ollivander in his stuffy back room, feeling the way the woods and cores felt.  Spending hours carving and crafting.  ❝ These are perfect.  Some of these unfinished ones are exactly what I need. ❞

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Excited was not the word Yennefer would use when describing the town they were in. Stifling? Yes. Dull? No question. Tiring? Constantly. But exciting was nowhere near that list of descriptors. To each their own she supposed. She stepped away from the display, giving him some room to look over everything without her hovering.

“I wouldn’t call them strange. Enchanting maybe,” Yennefer grinned at that. “No nose? That does sound unfortunate. Much uglier than a pair of purple eyes. Songs have been written about these eyes, you know? I doubt anyone's writing a ballad about some noseless person.” A hand unconsciously reached up and rubbed the opposite shoulder, a phantom ache of a malady that was no longer there. 

His words brought her from memories of a childhood pig pen, back into the moment. His excitement was noticeable, and it made her smile a little. “Good, good, I’m glad we have what you’re after. You know, I think you're the first person I’ve had that's asked after this section.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“It is great to see you as well, Samwise” they said and smiled softly. It had been a slow process but it was one they were not finished with. It would take some time and they knew that. But it was only natural to have moments of frustration when things went on for a little too long and a little too slowly. All they wanted was for everything to get back to normal. But would things ever be like they once were? Zelda had just endured a life or death situation. They now had stories to tell that she didn’t want to even utter out loud. This would linger forever. 

“Oh do come in. I could make us some lunch if you want to?” the brunette asked, tilting their head as they moved to the side so Sam could enter her and Link’s home.

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To be able to hear Zelda’s voice was a comfort in and of itself. She was more important to him than most people in this place (even if he couldn’t pinpoint why that was). 

“I could never turn down a meal when it's offered, but only if you’re up to it, mind you.” He was a Hobbit after all, and they had seemingly bottomless stomachs. It was a rare occasion for any one of them to turn down a good plate of food. Sam made his way inside, careful to keep his dish upright. 

With a little gesture with it, he smiled at them. “Made the pair of you somethin if’n you don’t feel up to cooking. Do you want me to set it in the kitchen?” Sam had been there only once before, but he could find his way if needed. 

wickedpotions​:

┊　         　┊　         　┊ ┊　         　┊　      　✧･ﾟ ┊　       　   ✧･ﾟ　  　   ┊ ✧･ﾟ　    merlin && samwise

MERLIN  WASN’T  SCARED  OF  THE  MARI  LWYD.    he’d  been  around  since  the  story  of  the  creature  first  started  popping  up  and  while  some  people  had  bad  interactions  with  the  creature  it  was  far  from  the  most  dangerous  thing  he’d  met.    He’d  met  a  questing  beast  before!    And  saved  a  unicorn!    Which  was  why  he  didn’t  avoid  his  usual  walks  around  the  forest,  nurturing  plants  and  animals  through  the  winter.    The  little  squirrel  he’d  saved  once  from  being  snatched  by  a  hawk  was  burrowed  with  their  little  squirrel  family,  content  and  warm.    The  tree  he’d  healed  from  a  bad  burn  was  thriving.    And  currently  he  was  checking  in  on  the  holly  bushes  he’d  helped  bring  to  the  flourishing  life  they  were  in.

HE  WAS  ALSO  TAKING  A  FEW  LEAVES  AND  BERRIES  (with  permission  of  course)  when  he  felt  someone  walking  up  on  him.    Well,  the  forest  felt  it.    He  turned  towards  the  man,  offering  a  smile.    ❝ I  see  I’m  not  the  only  one  not  worried  about  the  Grey  Mare. ❞

⊱⋅•⋅ @bombadills​

Sam Gamgee was a man of routine, and no whispers, rumors, or tales were about to throw it off. He had been through... far too much to let small things like that spook him. He would believe such things when he found any evidence of it, or heard any first hand accounts. But, for now, he would continue his walks in the forest. These woods reminded him a little of the Old Forest (except there were no malicious sentient trees here... he hoped so, anyway).

When he came across another figure in the forest, he almost left well enough alone, but then the person spoke, and Sam was drawn in. He flashed a smile back. “Takes a lot to frighten me these days, mister... Merlin, isn't it? What brings you this deep in the forest?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

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  BILL WAS TAKING INVENTORY .  which should be boring but wasn’t for the fact of all the things they got in .  She was careful with all of them - so they didn’t break but also because this town was magic and who knew what these items were carrying .  She spun at a voice , clutching the ceramic unicorn in her hands .  ❝ Looking for … ❞

  HER VOICE TRAILED OFF WHEN HER EYES LANDED ON THE WOMAN .  she knew that face .  From the pictures on the Doctor’s desk .  She quickly stuffed the statue back on the shelf , wiping her hand on her pants and sticking it out .  ❝ Oh you must be looking for the Doctor .  I’m Bill .  Can’t say I’ve heard much about you , but you know how the Doctor is .  They like to keep everything to themself .  I’m traveling with him these days .  Well I was until we got stuck here .❞

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Eyes flitting from the outstretched hand to the woman, Bill, behind it, River reached out and shook it with little hesitation. She smiled politely at her, yet her brow scrunched up a little in confusion. Why was she talking as if she was somebody of note? Sure, she had made a slightly larger than average purchase the other day, but that was hardly anything to make a fuss about. The business about traveling with them didn’t make much coherent sense to River either. 

“Erm, sorry, I–  right. I’m River, and yes I was looking for the Doctor. I don’t know why you’d have heard of me, though. I only met them the once this past Saturday, but all good things I hope,” she said with a thin, unsure smile. “I’d hate to be known as a bad customer so soon after moving to town.”

River wasn’t sure why she felt so uneasy all of a sudden. Something felt inexplicably off, a sort of nagging feeling she couldn’t quite put her finger on was hanging over her like a storm cloud. She felt quite stupid, standing there with nothing to say in front of the shop attendant, and despite her best efforts she couldn't get her brain to formulate anything to say past, “I’m sorry, its just– the way you talk. You speak as if I should know you or something?”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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IN  LONDON,  DEAN  HADN’T  TRUSTED  METAPHYSICAL  SHOPS.    aaliyah  had  loved  them  and  often  dragged  dean  to  them,  even  when  he  insisted  the  ❛ magic ❜  they  claimed  was  nothing  but  a  hoax.    The  Bubbling  Cauldron  in  town  was  different,  though.    Aaliyah  would  have  loved  it,  and  Dean  actually  believed  at  least  some  of  the  things  in  the  shop  held  power.    There  were  different  kinds  of  magic  in  this  town,    ones  he’d  never  seen  before.    So  it  wouldn’t  be  unbelievable  if  these  things  held  power  he  didn’t  sense  in  his  home.  

HE  WASN’T  HERE  FOR  MAGIC,  THOUGH.    per  say.    The  after-school  program  he  worked  for  had  asked  him  if  he  wanted  to  participate  in  the  teacher  showcase,  and  he’d  said  yes.    He  could’ve  done  something  easy,  like  a  painting  or  a  piece  in  charcoal.    But  he  wanted  to  push  himself  outside  of  his  comfort  zone,  and  he  had  the  perfect  image  in  his  head.    It  was  a  3-D  piece  honoring  different  types  of  magic  here  in  town.    His  magic,  through  words  and  wands.    The  magic  of  plants,  of  the  moon,  of  gems.    Potions,  runes.    Everything  and  anything.

HE  WAS  LOST  EXAMINING  THE  CRYSTALS  WHEN  THE  WORKER  SPOKE.    he  jumped  a  bit,  having  not  expected  them.    ❝ Kind  of?    I’m  working  on  an  art  piece  and  I  wanted  to  include  some  crystals.    My  sister  has  told  me  a  million  times  what  each  of  them  do  and  stand  for,  but  I  just  can’t  keep  track  of  them.    Are  you  familiar  with  any? ❞

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Yennefer always had an excellent memory. She had used that to her advantage while studying her craft. When she had come to this realm, she had nearly immediately started her research on the magical elements this world contained. By no means was she an expert, but she would get there, and she knew enough to get by in the meantime. 

“I am indeed. What exactly are you trying to incorporate in your piece? An emotion? An energy? Something beautiful?” She raised an eyebrow as she studied him. “My first suggestion would be to start with the one that draws you in first; in my opinion that’s usually the stone that wants to be used, but it's just a suggestion. 

With an elegant wave of her hand, she gestured towards two stands in the shop, full with baskets of different crystals and stones. “There's a display here, and another there. Whatever you find appealing, I’d be happy to describe for you.”

endlxssnights​:

|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

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Giving Kotek’s head another pat, Ciri figured the cat would be good for the two. Ciri needed something she could pick up and almost squeeze the life out of and Yennefer… well, her mother needed something to parent when Ciri wasn’t around. A cat seemed perfect for that. A whatever kind of cat Kotek was. One her way to work, she’d overheard some terrifying blonde… creature talk about them and the misuse of their names. Cat-sí, she had called the little chaos gremlins.

Ciri could only hope her hands weren’t shaking as she left Kotek to his own devices, folding herself around her mother’s outstretched arms. She was weak for touch, she always had been.

She couldn’t lie to Yennefer. No, they had agreed to never lie to one another. “I went to work then the gym.” There. Normal. But a small pit of guilt was creeping at her. “I overdid it though, I think I almost caused Jesus or Ben to call the emergency services.”

Ciri’s eyes widened, realizing just how that would sound. “I didn’t pass out!”

Not quite.

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Wrapping her arms tightly around Ciri, Yennefer pressed her nose into her blonde hair and held her for a moment. It didn’t take long for her to feel there was something slightly off with the girl. Despite the little weirdness, Yennefer wasn't expecting something on that scale. 

“Cirilla!” Usually Yennefer refrained from using Ciri’s full name, but the statement came as such a shock it just came out of her. She pulled back a little, holding the girl by her shoulders and immediately began going full mother hen mode as her hands searched over Ciri’s head and face to identify the problem. “What were you doing? What happened? You know I take no issue with your training, but this— you have to take care of yourself first.” 

Suddenly there was a glass of water on the nearest end table which Yennefer quickly picked up and gave Ciri no other option than to at the very least hold it. She was no medical professional, but usually these things stemmed from dehydration. “I should hope you didn’t pass out, gods give me strength.”

⌘Samwise & Harry⌘

@ambiticvs​

Some days in Sallow Hills blended together for Sam. They trickled one into the next, uninterrupted in their passing. Other days held much more. In a town like this, it was a gamble on what the day would bring. So far, Samwise’s day had brought him little of interest (aside from finding one of the primula vulgaris he had been tending back to health had bloomed); it was so dull, he found himself half asleep while doing inventory at the front counter. 

He shook his head in an attempt to knock some of the drowsiness out. In doing this, he knocked the notebook and pen onto the floor. ‘Ninnyhammer, Sam Gamgee’ he scolded to the empty room. With a sigh, he bent down to pick it up, and by the time he had risen, there was a person in the shop. 

“Ah, hello! Can I help you with something?”

mushroomtheif​:

Frodo breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he heard the all to familiar voice respond. He felt his face crack into a gentle smile as Sam entered the room. This spurred him into action, as he then continued to walk further into the room, moving to hang up his keys and jacket.

“It went quite well today. Most of the day was quiet, though there was a small scuffle back in the adult romance section, apparently adults can not take turns with books.”

Frodo let out a huff as turned back to face Sam letting out a noncommittal shrug before continuing on.

“On the whole though it was quite the boring day. How was your day Sam? Was work alright?”

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As Frodo got situated, Sam turned on the two lamps on the room to combat the darkness left by the slow setting sun. He didn’t fully understand many things about the world they now lived in (electricity being one of them), but having Frodo with him made it all seem a little less frightening. 

“A scuffle? Must’ve been a very good book then,” he laughed, combing a hand through his hair. “Nothing you couldn’t handle, I’d wager.” There was a little part of Sam that truly did think that Frodo could do anything. He had already done the impossible, so most other things seemed like a walk in the park comparatively.

After closing the distance between them to press a kiss to Frodo’s cheek, Sam racked his brain for a moment before minutely shaking his head. “It was alright, nothing too noteworthy, other than getting some new inventory in. The best part of the day was when someone brought their dog into the shop. Cutest thing I’ve seen in a while.”

When he glanced at the clock that hung up on the wall, an idea struck him. “What do you think about takeaway for dinner? And before you stress about it, I’d be the one to call.”

simcnsncwsalisbury​:

“Cleaning up a mess that I’ve made hardly counts as being kind. It’s just what people do. Should do.” Merlin knows that he used to be much better at creating messes than fixing them, but for now he’ll take the compliment. 

Simon shrugs at her question because although it’s a good one, he’s not sure on how to answer. Why was he here? Because something called to him, because the feeling of familiarity called to him. And isn’t that a good thing? The amnesia patient in films always remembers things after following what feels familiar. So shouldn’t this work the same? Maybe taking medical advice from Hollywood isn’t the best course of action. And he would probably benefit from seeking out a real doctor, but for the moment he’ll settle for following his instincts. 

“I guess I’m looking for someone, but I don’t know who it is I’m looking for. That doesn’t make much sense does it?” 

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Holding back a little laugh at Simon’s bout or naivety, Yennefer simply had an amused smile playing at her lips. He was right— people should clean up after themselves, but hardly anyone ever did. It was a lesson quickly learned by anyone who spent a day in any sort of service position: human beings were lazy and liked to pass off their work. But Yennefer wasn’t about to burst his bubble. 

She watched intently as the cogs turned behind his eyes. It was obvious to her that his mind was reeling in an attempt to come up with an answer. Had she liked him less, Yennefer would've taken a peek at his thoughts to see for herself, but she didn’t. Somehow this town was making her go a little soft around the edges.

“You may be surprised to hear this, but it does make sense. Some people have that feeling their whole life, though I think this situation is a bit less metaphorical than that. Have you tried looking in any other places yet? Or do we have the honour of being the first stop you've taken?”

shallowmagics​:

— *•̩̩͙   c. & yennefer wilczynski  •̩̩͙* —

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She didn’t understand this land, not at all. Monsters and elves were far easier to understand than things like cars and headphones. What she did understand was the way her mother’s hand felt in hers,  how things would eventually be alright. Yennefer would die than let anything hurt Ciri. The blonde knew this like she knew her own heartbeat. A comforting, ever-there weight. 

“You sound too much like Uncle Vesemir. You might just summon him with those words,” She smiled. Zireael had been a comfort she clung to her first few nights in this town, quite literally. It was proof that everything had happened, that she still had her family, somewhere out there. In a strange world with things she didn’t understand, the sword she knew as an extension of her own body was her solace. “Not a Witcher yet. Never, if Father gets his way.”

Ciri nodded, listening intently. Five months. Yennefer had been without her and Geralt for five whole months. “I’m surprised you haven’t burned the place down. I never thought you would ever work for anyone, the Council included.”

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Everything about this town left Yennefer cold, the kind of chill that sank into her bones and stayed there despite any effort to chase it away. Holding onto Ciri was the first touch of warmth she had felt in months. She would do anything imaginable to keep that warmth from slipping from her grasp. 

“Could you imagine? I think the sight of a lightbulb would be far too much for him to process,” the idea of the grumpy witcher trying to navigate technology was extraordinarily amusing. “You’ll get there in time, daughter. He just wants to make sure you’re safe, it's a dangerous job after all. Takes years of training. To be without you is a fate unimaginable to either of us. But your work will pay off, I know it will.”

She did know. The Ciri of her time was a bit farther down The Path, and was shaping up to be quite the formidable opponent. From what she could discern, there was no Path to be found here, but she wouldn't be the one to tell Ciri not to practice. They neared the bed and breakfast before long, having been close to it to begin with. “Ah, yes. I had given up on employment in my late thirties, but one must make sacrifices when trying to get the things they want, my dear.”