⌘Samwise & Harry⌘

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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 && YENNEFER

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  SHE WAS A CHESS PLAYER THEN, OR WHATEVER THEY LIKED TO THINK OF THEMSELVES.  someone like falcone or oswald, who knew how to play everyone in power.  Zsasz had never taken an interest in that part of the business - better to let those who did it better than him take charge of that.  But he admired the hell out of it.  He wouldn’t have been so loyal to the people he had been if he didn’t admire it.  ❝ I can see how it’d get boring. It was never my forte.  I’d much rather scare people into what I need than play with all the pieces.  That’s for my bosses to deal with. ❞

  HE WAS A SIMPLE GUY AT THE END OF IT.  sure, he could push to be more, but he didn’t want to.  He wanted to kill and scare people, then go home to have dinner with Oswald or his family.  He didn’t need to be the most powerful man in the room - that just meant more people would try to kill him.  

  HE GRINNED AT HER COMPLIMENT, eyes casting around the shop he’d grown to be proud of.  ❝ Glad that you find it comforting.  I’ve worked hard on it - well since I took it over. ❞  Some change in merchandising, getting rid of the taxidermy (though he’d kept a pair of antlers, and spray painted them silver).  The sleeker wood flooring and glass cases.  

  HE TOOK HER HAND, SHAKING IT.  ❝ victor zsasz, though only a handful of people are allowed to call me victor. ❞  Oswald, Falcone, the Zsaszettes.  ❝ It’s nice to meet someone of a like mind to me.  I was worried this town was only going to be filled with good-doers.  It gets quite boring that way. ❞

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By the gods, she had hated her old jobs. They were born out of necessity, as its simply what most mages did. When she realized the freedom she could have if she left, Yennefer had immediately taken it. Ever since then, she had worked for herself. She understood his methods; they were similar to her own and many of the other sorceresses she knew. 

Yennefer took another quick look around the shop as well, smiling at him as she shook his hand. “Well, your hard work shows, Victor Zsasz, or whatever it is you would like me to call you. And I mean that sincerely. Its nice to meet you.”  When she retracted her hand, she moved to undo the belt keeping her coat together. The shop had finally warmed her up well enough that she was beginning to feel hot. The glimpse of her clothing beneath reflected the person that he had been speaking to perfectly: high quality, tailored, classical fashion with a hint of something otherworldly. 

“I agree with you there. Some of these people are painful to be around. Makes my head ache just thinking about it,” she rolled her eyes, honest yet playful, “I don’t think anything can be very fun when its black and white. The good drama comes from the outside and in-between.” 

Yennefer was all for a good show-- the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush of a fight, the forged and broken bonds between it all. As long as Ciri was safe, she didn’t have any problem watching trouble get cooked up. Not any problem at all. 

@endlxssnights​ <3

Are you kidding me? I’m going to cry.

They’re so kind with each other, he’s not only promising to comfort her by letting her hide in his shadow, but also using that to say they’ll walk together, so she doesn’t have to do it alone.

I am sobbing.

⌘River & Jenny⌘

to @picturedspells​ 

River liked her job. She did! Teaching felt like the one thing that was right, where everything else felt all jumbled and out of place to the point it made her head hurt. Though today the students were on an assembly schedule, which meant she got plenty of extra time to herself. She was quite happy with that, as she had fallen behind on grading a stack of quizzes from a few days before. 

She had just popped in the break room to grab a bottle of water from the vending machine, when she saw someone she didn’t recognize. For a moment, she thought it was a rogue student, but she quickly caught sight of the visitor’s badge, which is how she figured this woman must be from the group putting the assembly on. 

By that point, River had made eye contact, and it would’ve been rude not to say anything. She wasn't a rude person, at least, she didn’t think so.  With a smile, she nodded at the woman, “Tea? Don’t go for the green packet. It's nasty stuff,” she said, referring to the communal tray of tea on the counter. “Try the blue instead. It's not the best in the world, but it is here.”

⌘Midna & Jack Frost⌘

for the lovely @snowballsandfun

Midna never let boredom take her for long. Unemployed though she was, she had enough friends and things to do to keep her busy most days. When those options failed her, she simply went out in search of something else to occupy her time.

At first it had manifested as an eagerness to give the forest a thorough exploration. Midna had met her fair share of interesting people and sights there. Then, she moved on to the rest of town proper. She acquainted herself well enough with the layout of houses and shops should she ever need any of them. It was after a few weeks of being there that she realised she hadn't explored much of the opposite end of town, near the coast.

All of her friends occupied with their own business, and wanting to remedy that fact, Midna decided to take the day to poke around the coast to look for something interesting.

She hadn’t been there ten minutes when she heard a voice from behind her that made her head swivel like an owl. She squinted a little against the sun, trying to get a better look at the person now standing there. Midna cocked her head to the side a little. “Sorry, come again? Couldn’t hear you.”

endlxssnights​:

|   ⚜   |   L. & MIDNA TWILI   |   ⚜   |

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The shove was expected. A little bit of a lighter retaliation than Link had expected, but it had been seven years for Midna. Link was struck by emotion, something that rolled uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. Link playfully knocked into her shoulder, burying the emotion deep.

‘You saw us interact maybe four times. Including the possession.’ Yet another thing he didn’t like talking about. Something that still gave Link nightmares, despite having years full of even more horrific experiences. ‘You couldn’t have seen it that quickly.’

‘Lifetimes. I’ve been reborn at least three times since you left.’ Most likely four or five, but Midna didn’t need to know that confusion. Everything was- mostly- there. ‘Ten thousand years. It’s not that much, compared to the rest.’

There came that emotion, rising up again. Link pushed it back down.

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Midna was still smiling when Link returned the shove. It was enough to make her have to regain balance, but far from anything that would actually make her stumble. She shrugged, nonchalant, as he signed. She didn’t need time to see what was between Link and Zelda. For her, who had grown to know every aspect of her adventuring partner along their quest, all she needed to see was his body language to know that he had it bad for the princess of light. 

“I saw what I saw. I'm good at that kind of thing,” she made a gesture with one of her hands to emphasize just how obvious this was. ”And I was right, soooo…”

Her jest was cut short by his next revelation. Midna’s face fell into something nearly unreadable as she attempted to process it. ‘lifetimes.’ ‘at least.’ ‘ten thousand years.’ That wasn’t possible. People didn’t just get reborn as the same person they were before (was he still the same?). People couldn’t cheat death like that. There was no way for anybody to– oh. Oh but there was. “You– it's them isn't it? Its those stupid, wretched goddesses. Isn't it? Is that whose fucking with you? Those entitled, irreverent, disgusting excuses for-” Midna growled in frustration. She was never one to think of the goddesses of Hyrule in a respectful light. They were the ones who banished her ancestors to the Twilight after all. But this was something bigger than that. She met his eyes again, attempting to push down her anger to the goddesses, yet when her own anger was moved, the anger she felt on his behalf came up in its place. “Link I’m so… Are you, well, are you okay?”

It was probably a dumb question. How could someone be okay when they were thousands of years old? Midna reached out and gently cupped his cheek, as if steadying his face would help her get a better read on him. It didn’t do much to help. There wasn’t anything else she could think to say, so she pulled him into another tight hug.

“I’m so sorry.”

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.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

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ZSASZ SHRUGGED , THE MOTION MOVING THROUGH HIS ENTIRE BODY .  ❝ you never know .  I’ve picked people up in stranger places .  Though for most people , the idea of picking anyone up in Gotham is a gamble so I suppose it isn’t hard to go a bit further than that .  When you say alone do you just mean single or properly alone ? ❞

 IF IT WAS THE LATER , the idea sat uncomfortably in his stomach .  He’d always preferred a smaller circle , working as almost a lone wolf but not quite .  The Zsaszettes were important to him , Falcone had been , Oswald was .  Everyone deserved that one or two people that made them not feel alone in the world , and if Yennefer didn’t have that … well the answer was easy .  Zsasz would pester her until that changed .

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It took a moment for Yennefer to find the right answer. Labels had so rarely been her thing, and her life was anything but straightforward. There was no easy way to define a relationship tethered together by destiny and the haphazard wish of a djinn that you’ve been trying your best not to think about. Yennefer silently wished Geralt was there to talk to. But he wasn’t. And she would have to deal.

“I would say that it’s complicated, and he’s not here. Though, I’m not properly alone. I have my daughter here, which has been the sole nicety of this place. Before I found myself here, we were separated for far longer than I’d prefer.” Thinking of Ciri brought a little, genuine, smile to her lips. Come hell or high water, her daughter was the only person who could do no wrong to her. “And you mentioned a partner?”

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