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wickedpotions​:

✧･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. 

simcnsncwsalisbury​:

@bombadills​ Yennefer & Simon

   Simon’s never been one to let things be. If something big is happening then you can bet that he’ll find away to get involved, because it’s what he was raised to do. Magick or no magick, it’s still who he is. Even more so when it’s directly affecting him. Something’s been done to his memory and for some reason, The Bubbling Cauldron is the one place he keeps coming back to day after day. He hasn’t dared to go in until today. 

   He steps into the shop and there’s a woman he doesn’t recognize. It’s not like it was with that other lady, where something about her tugged at his heart. There’s no familiarity when he looks at her, but he still stops and stares if only for a moment. Her eyes are genuinely beautiful. Are they contacts, Simon wants to ask but that might come across as rude. And anyway he’s got more pressing things to ask. Focus, Simon. 

   He clears his throat and takes a step forward. He hits one of the shelves with his wings almost knocking a few items over and yup- he’s definitely done that before. Simon grimaces and works to fold up the wings as much as he’s able. ❝ Sorry. I just came here because. I guess I wanted. I need to ask you something. ❞ He takes a look around and there’s certain things he recognizes, like the spot in the back used for tarot readings. He’d been tempted to get reading once. 

   Simon carefully makes his way around the shop until he’s standing in front of whoever this is supposed to be. 

   ❝ I used to come here a lot. I think. Do we know each other? ❞ 

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Life hadn't gotten easier for Yennefer as more of her little family had showed up in town; quite the opposite in fact. Geralt didn’t know who she was, even after trying to surface his memories herself, which meant he was on her mind much more than a self respecting woman would ever like to admit. The stress was exacerbated as it was affecting her daughter as well as herself. It was hard enough parenting the stubborn little witcher on her own without the memory addled father added into the mix. 

The only thing left in her life which remained even remotely simple was her job. Yennefer had hated it when she had first arrived to town, simply because she hated being told what to do and how to act. But she found those who worked there to be nice enough company, and a shop couldn’t lose its memory and stare at her blankly as if she was barely there, so it had grown on her greatly within the past month.

Yennefer had been in the back with her nose buried in one of the tomes from the employee bookcase when she heard the door. A moment of shuffling things around later, she made her way up to the front. She looked over the newcomer, curiosity lighting up her eyes. Brow furrowing at his words, she crossed her arms, “Go on.”

She briefly glanced at the little mess of things knocked over behind the boy before settling her violet eyes on him. “I’ve never seen you before. I’m sure I’d remember. But if its any consolation, I’m newer in town. Perhaps one of the other employees would know you.”

ofmvoonlight​:

“I do not have any right to say how you feel or dictate the outcome of this situation. But I do have say in my part in this. The last thing I want to do is cause more hurt. I just don’t know what to do because I do not want to torment you with the fact that my memories are not intact. I do not want to look into those gorgeous eyes and see anger and resentment. I don’t want to stay away. I don’t want this to be our first and last encounter in this town. But if needed be, I will at least try to give you the space you need”

That’s all he could do at the moment. Geralt couldn’t give Yennefer empty promises of a better tomorrow when everything was still up in the air. He couldn’t pretend to know what was going on because that would only end up coming back to haunt him. He wished there was a book somewhere that could tell him how to cope with what was currently happening. How to cope with crushing someone’s heart without even trying. 

“You have not disturbed me one bit. That kiss? It was glorious” he felt a small smile form on his lips as he nodded. “I just have too much respect for you to kiss you back right now. Once my memories are back I shall give you what you seek”

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Yennefer’s gaze finally met his. He was not met with anger or resentment, or anything at all. She wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing his affect on her, if she could help it. Now that she was collecting herself, it was becoming a little easier. She sighed, dropping her head for a moment to fully collect herself, before picking it back up.

“I don’t need space, and I don’t want it to be our only encounter, either; at least we can agree on that.” Eyes roving his face, Yennefer’s mind was racing as she tried to find an answer for him. She couldn’t give him one. Taking a step back, antsy hands re-tied the belt on her coat, looking for anything else to occupy them beside reaching out to touch him again.

“I’ve been told such things before, but the person saying it is usually much more desperate than you seem to be,” it was a weak attempt at a joke. “Is that a promise, then, witcher?” Yennefer didn’t know what she was supposed to do or say. She didn’t define herself by men, never had, but it was unnerving to think for the first time in over half a century, she didn’t have the safety net of Geralt to fall back on any longer.

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

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REMUS FELT RELIEF WITH THE MAN.  he wasn’t asking many questions, and was willing to help him through this.  Remus was more worried about the potion part of the wolfsbane than the plant upkeep.  He’d always been better at herbology than potions.  But raising plants on your own wasn’t the same as being walked through the steps by a professor.  

HE GAVE THE MAN A SMALL, THANKFUL SMILE.  ❝ i’d really appreciate that.  I don’t want to jip you out of your money or plants though.  If I kill them, I’m happy to buy new ones. ❞  He carefully ran his fingers around the pot of the wolfsbane plants.  It was strange, being reliant on a poison to help him.  He watched the valerian plant get placed down as well.   ❝ Really.  I really really appreciate it.  I don’t have a brown thumb, but I’ve heard mint can be a temperamental plant. ❞

TWO PLANTS HERE.  no price tags.  ❝ How much will it be for these two and say - the mint and sage this trip? ❞

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Generous as always, Sam shook his head a bit in a dismissive gesture. He had said it was for medical reasons, and a plant or two wasn’t going to cost him much at all. The Nursery was a decently popular place, after all.

“Ah, it's alright. I don’ mind it. ‘The world could always do with more good in it’ my old Gaffer used to say. Besides, it keeps the customers coming back, you know?” With a kind smile he began to make his way behind the counter. “It isn’t too temperamental if you know how to handle it correctly, you see. Alls it needs is room to branch out. It can get a bit out of hand if you aren’t careful. It likes to branch out all over.”

After a brief demonstration on how to handle each of the plants on the counter, Sam tidied up the bits of dirt that had escaped the pots. Dusting the mess into a small waste bin kept behind the counter, he looked the items over. He pressed a few buttons on the register before looking back at him. “Right, should be 36 even.”

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　BILL  ft.  river

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RIVER DIDN’T HAVE A FAMILIAR FACE .  that was the issue .  The reason why Bill’d recognized her the moment she’d walked in .  There was something about her that stood out , that made her different than anyone else . ( And yes she was hot but it wasn’t just that .  Bill wasn’t that lonely , though she’d always had a thing for older women ) .  She wished the Doctor was here so she could pester them .  She would the minute she tracked them down , and maybe even get a direct answer about who River Song was .  But for now , she had a River who didn’t know the Doctor to deal with .

  ❝ Honestly , I think I can only find my way around cuz the Doctor was my professor and tutor , so I vaguely understand how their mind works .  Key word on vaguely . ❞  The rugs and paintings .  Rugs should be over by the furniture but they wouldn’t be .  No .  They’d be by the bedroom trinkets - nightstand books , clocks , etc .  So Bill started off that way .  ❝ Are you decorating your home ? ❞

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River raised an eyebrow when Bill mentioned the fact the Doctor was both her professor and tutor, but said nothing of it. She had always wanted to be a professor herself, but here she was: in The Middle of Nowhere, Wales. She laughed a bit at the other’s wit. River understood the sentiment after only having been around the Doctor for a little while, and she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have to deal with them all the time (though she’d like to).

“Flat, but yes, I am. I got to town quite recently, and the little box feels far too empty to be anything remotely near comfortable.” River followed as Bill walked, and eyed everything on display. She was finding it to be much easier to focus on the actual objects on sale this time round. Remembering what the Doctor had asked on her first visit, she figured she would give Bill a bit of guidance, “I don’t have a particular theme or anything. Just pieces with some nice character to them.”

ofmvoonlight​:

Placing their hands over their stomach, they sighed. Even though Zelda was back up on their feet, they could still feel the pain every now and then. It came in waves. One second her stomach didn’t ache and she could move around and then the next it felt like if they made one move they would fall over. So it would be best to just sit still for the time being and let Samwise help them. 

“Oh Samwise. I am certain that you will find someone” they then fell silent for a couple of seconds. “Unless.. there’s already someone” arching a brow, the princess couldn’t help the giggle. She was eager to learn more about the other and if this meant that she would have to poke around then so be it. 

“Oh? Do tell”

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Sam’s eyes darted to Zelda’s hands for a moment before he spoke. He wanted greatly to ask if she was feeling alright, but he knew what her answer would be. His eyes quickly met their gaze before it became anything too noticeable.

With a slight smile and a shake of his head, he chuckled, “I do already have someone, Zelda. I mean, look at me.” He playfully gestured to himself. “Two someones, actually, but they're… well they aren’t here. I've looked.” 

He did his best to not sound too sad about it, despite much it hurt to think about. He had been around Frodo his whole life, so the adjustment to their separation was a bit much at times. He did his best to get by despite that, though.

“Yes, well, it's not completely new, but it's much clearer than it was. I figured out I used to be the mayor of my home town,” a tiny smile graced his lips, as it usually did when he thought of home. “Nothing big, I know, but I never had a clear word for it before.”

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.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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DEAN NODDED, TAKING IN HER WORDS.  the idea of instinct magic always scared him, even though it had existed in his world too.  The only time he’d felt at home with it was the brief time he’d worked with Ollivander at the wand shop before he’d left town.  Carving while imbuing magic into the wands had been a relief, not something scary.  He walked over to one of the displays, eyes roving over it.  ❝ I’m not quite sure what I’m looking for exactly.  The focus of the piece overall is different forms of magic.  Wand work, runes, plant work, potions, the likes. ❞

HE HESTITATED AS HE GAZED OVER A CLEAR-ISH LOOKING CRYSTAL before moving past it.  ❝ I suppose I want to find something fairly neutral since I’ll be incorporating other bits of magic as well.  All of it will be fairly neutral. ❞  He’d hate if he put it all together and it exploded, especially if it was around kids.  ❝ If I’m being honest, this is all new to me.  These magic types, but also working in three-dimensional art. ❞

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Circling the displays, Yennefer took a mental note of a few things that fit his criteria. Things like this were child’s play to her. This job was exceedingly less challenging than the one she had before. Despite that, she still worked to do her best, fake customer service grin and all. The last thing she needed on her plate right now was her boss telling her off for messing something up.

“Perfectly understandable. Some of it is quite new to me as well. I’m not exactly from around here. And who would I be to disrupt someone’s creative vision?” she settled on two stones, and held them in her hands, extending her arms so that he could see better. “Black tourmaline on the left. Its grounding, relatively neutral, and shouldn’t interfere with anything. On the right, red jasper, which should help with creativity and the like-- if you're one to believe in things like that. And there on the shelf are clear quartz and selenite, quite basic, but excellent at amplifying any other sort of magic you have going.”