✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes​:

When the cold was too biting, The Doctor was glad to have the antique shop to keep them at least somewhat occupied. It didn’t always work, their mind racing a mile a minute and the world around them moving painfully slow for a being who was used to being able to travel time at their whim. The weekends were normally better, a regular flow of people in and out of the shop to keep it from being entirely dull. 

They were hanging a newly restored piece on the wall when they heard the bells jingling near the front. Never one to hurry when they weren’t of a mind to, they made sure it was placed just so before making their way to see their visitor. Stopping dead in their tracks, they had to tamp down the greeting that rose up in them. It felt like it had on that damnable Christmas, being looked at and looked right through. 

“Hello,” sweetie, they forced to stay silent, dropping a few of the extra lenses down onto their jeweler’s spectacles as though it could help them understand. Or add a buffer. Either way. Their brogue had gone soft and they knew that Bill would have been staring at them. “How can I help you today?” 

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When River was faced with the attendant, something in her chest tightened. She didn’t understand the feelings that were quickly bubbling up in her. She looked at this stranger, knowing she hadn't met them before, yet she felt like she had known them her whole life. The look in their eyes made her nearly forget why she was there. What the hell was that all about!?

“I, erm,” she took a break, shaking her head in hopes of dispelling the weirdness she felt. “Sorry, long day at work. I just moved into town recently, and my flat is absolutely bare. I was looking to get a few things to make it a bit more home-like. A few lamps, carpets, decorations, a side table, that sort of thing.” 

River drummed her fingers against the side of her leg, and then looked as though she was completely scandalized for a moment. She took a few steps forward and held out her hand, “I’m River, by the way. It's nice to meet you.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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AS  HE  WAS  LISTING  THEM  ALL  OFF,  REMUS  REALIZED  JUST  HOW  EXPENSIVE  THIS  WAS  GOING  TO  BE.    there  was  no  way  he  was  going  to  be  able  to  afford  them  all  now,  but  maybe  if  he  could  just  get  a  couple.    Then  a  couple  more.    It  wasn’t  like  this  was  going  to  be  prepped  by  the  next  full  anyway,  so  waiting  a  bit  longer  wouldn’t  do  that  much  damage.    ❝ If  aconite  isn’t  too  temperamental,  I  could  probably  take  the  seedlings.    I’ll  be  trying  my  best  to  upkeep  them  anyway.    But  if  you  think  it’s  better  to  wait  till  their  older,  I’d  like  to  put  my  name  down  for  a  plant  or  two  and  come  back  later.    I’ll  probably  not  be  able  to  afford  all  the  plants  right  now  anyway,  so  I  don’t  mind  waiting ❞

REMUS  WAS  ALRIGHT  WITH  PLANTS.    he  didn’t  kill  them  by  just  looking  at  them,  and  he’d  always  had  decent  scores  in  herbology.    But  there  was  passing  a  class  and  there  was  keeping  a  garden  of  plants  alive  for  his  well  being.    Samwise’s  offer  stuck  out  though.    Remus,  too,  couldn’t  replicate  the  valerian  roots.    Even  Pomfrey  wouldn’t  have  risked  that  -  plants  were  always  difficult  to  replicate  especially  if  you  wanted  to  keep  their  properties.    ❝ I’d  actually  really  appreciate  that.    These  are  all  -  they’re  part  of  a  health  routine  my  doctor  is  putting  me  on.    I’d  like  to  be  able  to  maintain  them  and  not  have  to  re-purchase  them  often. ❞

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It took a moment for Sam to come up with a good answer. He didn’t have aconite back home, which meant he had very limited experiences with it. From what he had seen, a novice should be able to take care of it just fine, but he didn’t want to make a guarantee he couldn’t back, especially when it seemed like an object of such importance.

“Tell you what-- I think you should be just fine taking care of the seedlings, but if you're not, come back in a week or two and I’ll get you a grown one to replace it. Sound alright?” He walked past Remus to get to the other end of the shop, and stopped in the back corner near a door with a, ‘employees only’ sign across it in bold letters. A moment later he returned with the tiny aconite plants, and placed them on the counter. He retrieved the valerian from a nearby shelf, and brought it to the counter as well. “Not a problem! I’m glad to show you. Its really not too difficult. You may mess it up once or twice in the beginning, but I’m sure you'll get the hang of it.”

endlxssnights​:

|   ⚜   |   L. & MIDNA TWILI   |   ⚜   |

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She was from before the Calamity. How could he forget that? Guilt bubbled up within him. Link forgot when he had met his own best friend. Even with the cycle, the years of memories wearing him down, what kind of person forgot something like that? Hylians were hardier than humans, Link was hardier than other Hylians, that should extend to his mind. He should be able to remember this one little fact. His arms tightened around her, in apology for his slip-up.

“Never.” Time might escape him, but people never did. Link remembered every loved one, from every time. Every death of his interchangeable parents, every kidnapping and sorrow caused by simple proximity to the Hero.

He pulled back, trying to lighten the mood. ‘Princessing doesn’t count to us peasant folk. You know that.’

Link had taken his and Zelda’s situation for granted. He never had to explain the intricacies of Earth to them, their memories were of both. What he didn’t understand his own, he could always ask his partner about. Fortunately, he had had years on his own, picking up things about Earth- the Sallow Hills specific things- slowly. Magick here, while different from home, certainly eased his way into understanding.

‘The land’s called Wales, we’re at a town called Sallow Hills. We can’t leave. I’ve never seen anything like it. Not the Twilight barriers or anything else.’ He paused in his signs. How to explain those painful, lonely seven years? ‘Time works different here. I thought I was at the beginning of the cycle when I arrived, I’m hopefully at the end of it now.’

A horrible thought flitted through his mind. His hands shook at just the concept of Midna appearing under the same circumstances he had. “How long has it been for you?”

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The subtle anxiety Midna held about their bond being weaker due to their time apart was quickly dissipating. Years may have passed, but the way she could look him over and read him so easily made it feel as if it were just yesterday she had walked through the Mirror. 

“Good. I do my best to look unforgettable. I’d hate all my hard work to be for naught.” A soft laugh escaped her lips as he pulled back. Never one to let someone else get the last word, Midna shook her head, “It's queen-ing now, I’ll have you know. And you didn’t get a promotion from peasant to anything cooler after all of our hard work? Lame.”

She nodded at his explanation. She didn’t fully get it yet, but it wasn't the first time she had been cast out of her homeland. 

“Just passed seven years for me, but it feels longer. Too long. Its really good to see you. Has it been the same amount for you?” A second later, her eyes went wide, as if she had just remembered something crucial. “Wait, first, and this is really important, I need to know— did you Zelda finally bone?” She asked the question so seriously, but she was obviously teasing him. Midna was a lot of things, though blind and senseless were not included.

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wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

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OH .  oh no .  This wasn’t good .  Sure , Bill didn’t know the extent of River’s relationship with the Doctor , but considering they were two thousand years old and only had two people’s pictures on their desk , Bill could easily figure that those two were important to them .  Really important .  And she didn’t remember them .  She thought they’d only just met .  Oh this was NOT good .

  SHE SHOOK HER HEAD .  ❝ sorry .  maybe i’m confusing you with someone else .  It’s just , you look a lot like someone the Doctor has a picture of , but with how weird this town is I could be wrong . ❞  She wasn’t .  Especially since River had just confirmed that she was , well , River .  ❝ Sorry , you’re probably here for something .  The Doctor is out , but maybe I can help ya ? ❞

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With a polite smile, River shrugged it off. A case of mistaken identity was no big deal, and that's what this had to be. There was no reason for the Doctor to be talking about her when she wasn’t around. Right? They had just met the other day.

“Not a problem, Bill. I suppose I do have a bit of a familiar face.” River glanced around the shop quickly, trying to identify something to buy to cover for the fact that the whole reason she had come in was to see a person that currently wasn’t here. A bit of disappointment rose in her chest at the lack of the Doctor’s presence, but she shoved it away quickly. Get over yourself, Song. River tucked some hair behind her ear and looked back to Bill. “No need to apologize. I am here for something, so help would be wonderful. This place is a bit of a maze, I’ve noticed.”

River gave a little laugh, and it became increasingly obvious why the Doctor would like her so much. It was a pretty sound that anyone would swear could brighten even the darkest of places. “The other day the Doctor said that there were supposed to be some new paintings and rugs coming in. Have those arrived by chance?”

wickedpotions​:

.·:*¨༺  BILL  ft.  river

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BILL FELT FRUSTRATED .  no , that wasn’t the right word for it .  It was a jumble of emotions that ranged for sorrow to curiosity to frustration at the world to just plain curiosity .  River Song .  Bill knew she’d travelled with the Doctor ( though she didn’t know to what extent ) .  She knew that Nardole had known her from the way he had occasionally stared at her photograph with sorrow and love .  And here she was in front of Bill , yet she held no memory .  Parallel universes existed ( very obvious to Bill now , though Jenny had confirmed it ) .  Was it possible that this was River Song , but some River Song from a different parallel universe than Bill and the Doctor ?  Or was it just the memory loss stuff that apparently happened here .  ( Bill was grateful the only memory loss she seemed to have was how she’d gotten from the hospital room to here . )

   ❝ Maybe you did travel .  If you don’t remember much , who’s to say .  You look like the kinda person who would travel .  It’s in the eyes , you know ?  It’s how I knew the Doctor had travelled and seen a lot - their eyes gave it away . ❞

   She bit her tongue at the idea of Nardole being French .  She suspected that he’d get a kick outta that if he’d heard , and thankfully he wasn’t here to hear it and be insufferable .  ❝ Nah , Nardole is the least French person I know .  He’s like - my weird uncle but in the cool way not in the creepy way .  I was told once when I described him like that that I needed to specify that . ❞

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In the eyes. There was something for that. She had noticed it in the Doctor’s eyes when they had first met (though she couldn’t quite define what ‘it’ was). Maybe Bill had a point. The girl was very perceptive, and seemed to have a knack for piecing things together. Perhaps that's why someone as strangely intriguing as the Doctor had taken her in.

River flashed a smile. “I seem like the well traveled type? I’ll take that as a compliment.”

With a soft laugh, River looked over to her, “Specifying that is decently helpful, I’d think.” A moment later, she had found the perfect rug. If River were being honest, she was about to lose hope of finding one in the stack. Yet this one was a perfect fit. “This will do nicely. What do you think, Bill? Pretty?”

ofmvoonlight​:

Writing down the number into his phone as a new contact, he smiled to himself. Yeah sure he did feel rather stupid asking for her number like that. But it was the only way he could remember her. Because her voice was the most sweetest of sounds and it always made him feel so at peace whenever he had his dreams. And now that he had heard her speak in real life.. yeah he was done for. No one had ever made him feel like this before. No other woman or man. And that was a sign, right?

Looking up just in time to see the sun lower into the horizon, he almost forgot how to breathe. Because the sight before him was more beautiful than any work of art. Her eyes, her hair, her face and her entire being was just so gorgeous. It would bring anyone to their knees, that’s for sure. Maybe she already knew that. 

Taking the picture, he then cleared his throat. “Giving people your number or kissing them?” Geralt asked.

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One of these days, Yennefer told herself, I’ll learn not to run from my problems. It was all she had ever known to do. The problems of others were easy; the mage had no problems taking a side for the purpose of money or promises. Her own were different.

Amused, she gave a little shake of her head, “Not the kissing. That's commonplace.” A part of her knew that comment would likely spark a bit of jealousy in him. Another part of her liked that. “But I don’t give my number. Or make a fool of myself by crying in the street. Or any of this. I just keep walking.” 

Yennefer didn’t know if she actually wanted him to call or not, and even if he did, she didn’t know if she had it in her to answer.

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

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YENNEFER WAS IMPRESSIVE IN MANY WAYS .  if not for oswald , and for the piss-poor bloke that somehow had wandered into yenn’s heart , zsasz wondered if there would’ve been more than admiration in his feelings .  But after Oswald - well no one would ever capture the feelings that Oswald brought out of him .  But this was quite like being back in Gotham with Liz or Candy or any of the other Zsaszettes .  She would’ve fit right in with them , especially the way she could knock back a shot .

  He leaned in , listening intently to her vent .  It really was a shitty situation , and one where he did not like the other party in the slightest .   ❝ I do agree having it out in a public chat is not the smartest move .  And I wouldn’t worry about Ciri .  I’ve heard the owner of the B&B is quite good at her job , and takes it seriously .  She’s safe here . ❞  He took a long drag of his daiquiri .  ❝ The sex is a differnet matter , but I certainly know other ways you can get your rocks off if that’s what you need .  There’s plenty of available parties in town . ❞

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Yennefer gave a little shrug, mouth in a taut line before taking a sip of her drink. There was no changing the past, and she had to accept what had happened. Undoubtedly, she was more than peeved at what Geralt had done, but she had grown tired of scratching that wound.

“I know Ciri is more than alright on her own. She has always been keen to show that much, and I can't deny after everything she’s been through that she's incapable, but no matter how nice they are at the B&B, she’s not where she belongs. That girl’s stubbornness is killer. My only real job in this place is to make sure she’s alright– something I can do much better when she’s around. She doesn’t understand what it's like to be an adult yet, and… oh it's not worth working myself up over again. I think you know what I mean, though.” After taking a good drink from the little black straw in her glass, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You mean to tell me the entire time I’ve been here there's been orgies going on? I’m only just hearing about this now?”

Yennefer pulled a look that gave the impression of a sad puppy. That would have been good to know when she was brimming with boredom and frustration a few months ago.

ofmvoonlight​:

Just looking down on the ground, he slowly nodded. “I didn’t mean to make myself sound like the victim because I am not one. I dug this hole and I shall lie in it” because that is what he should do. He should lay in the cold and realize that what had transpired was far worse than any other mistake he had made back home. Because this time around he used something against her that should have never been used in the first place. It should have been left alone, kept away from the rest of the world. He hit her where it hurt the most and for that he could never forgive himself. That was why he could never blame her if she didn’t want to forgive him either.

“Do you want me to win you back? You have a choice in this as well, Yennefer” he finally looked at her and sighed softly. “I could never force you to stay. That is just not in my nature” he had always believed that every single person had the choice to stay or to leave. And now when he had hurt her so deeply it was only fair for him to actually back off and let her decide what she wanted. 

Geralt loved her and he always would. Wishing for her, yearning for her and begging that she would one day be his had become such a big part of his everyday life. But could he with a clear conscience continue this if the damage was too grave? “You deserve the world, Yennefer. And if you want me to fight then I will. I will fight until my body screams for misery and even then I will push through it. Because you are my wish, my one and only. You always will be no matter what happens”

To be this in love with someone was dangerous. Geralt knew that but he did not care. Because she was everything he wanted and more. She had passion and she had a fire inside her heart that many people feared. But not Geralt. Never.

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Making fists at her sides to steady hands that were shaking with rage, Yennefer wanted to scream in frustration. Why was this all so difficult? Why did life have to be so cruel to her after all this time? Was her childhood spent tending to pigs worth more money than her not enough? Were the days trapped in Aretuza with nobody to write to her, the days serving selfish kings, the pain of fighting battles not her own not enough to satisfy whatever cruel bit of the universe that was seemingly after her? Why did Geralt have to be wrapped up in it too?

“Do you think you would still be alive and standing here talking to me if I didn’t want you to? After all this time I thought you’d know me well enough to get that.” Yennefer took a breath and let go of the fists she had made. She wanted somebody to try for her, to want her in the same way she wanted. She had wanted Geralt back so badly, she took drastic measures to be able to have him. It wasn't the fact there had been someone else that made her angry, it was that he had put so little effort into coming back to her after. 

There was the talk of the wish again. It got to her more than it should’ve. How did she know what they felt for each other wasn't just some djinn’s spell and not their own natural feelings? He had known her all of five minutes when he made it, and they had been wrapped up around one another ever since. She would dwell on that another day. 

“I want—“ a sound of frustration. “I want you to want me like I want you.” It sounded almost pathetic to her as she sighed in something nearing defeat. The tide of anger was slowly receding from her at last.