->Yennefer & Simon Snow Interactions<- - Blog Posts
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“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?”
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He laughs at her words but shakes his head at them. ❝ I don’t think he was lying, but that does sounds a bit skeevy though. ❞ Literally hypnotic, perhaps not, but when someone as beautiful as she comes with her equally beautiful eyes, it makes a person stop and stare.
The talk of her father caught his attention for a multitude of reasons. He thinks that if Shepard were here, he’d probably have a million and one questions to ask her about that. And it’s not that Simon didn’t have those same questions, but he’s not as brave as his friend when it comes to prying into other people’s business.
Another reason that it calls his attention is the fact that her words don’t shock him as much as they should. It’s almost as if this isn’t the first he’s met someone with a unique bloodline like that, but he can’t place a face or a name to that thought.
❝ It’s nice to meet you too, m’am. And sorry again, for making a bit of a mess. ❞
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Yennefer shrugged. The idea of ‘skeevy’ men was a norm for her, and it didn’t throw her off as it once did long ago. She was able to separate the gross from the genuine now, and knew Simon hadn’t meant it that way. Still, she remained focused on him, wanting to know his intentions for visiting the little shop.
“Don’t worry yourself over it. What's done is done. And to be completely honest, I don’t have much grounds to be cross since you set things straight again. Not many have the decency to do such a thing,” she waved a hand in vague dismissal. She had an urge to probe for more information, though if she were a better person, she would have felt more guilty for poking around someone with what she was thinking to be town-caused amnesia.
Crossing the room to set things back to absolute perfection, she was still eyeing him up. Thankfully for Simon, there was little in her gaze past curiosity. “So, Simon, what are you searching for exactly? It's not everyday I see kind boys like you walk into this little place.”
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He’s disappointed in her response because he’d really love to know what it is about this place that keeps calling him. Maybe it’s the magick and since a part of him still aches for what once was, this shop’s own power keeps pulling him in. Although, he could consider it a relief that they don’t know each other. That’s one less person he has to apologize to for forgetting them. One less person he has unintentionally hurt.
❝ Okay. Well that’s a good thing, I guess. Thank you. I’m Simon. It’s nice to meet you. ❞ He glances over at the shelf he knocked into and makes his way over to pick up the items he’d accidentally tipped over. It isn’t many of them but Simon takes his time putting each one in it’s place. He doesn’t want to leave just yet. This place feels familiar and Simon wants to keep digging for more clues.
He also doesn’t want to leave yet because he’s a bit enthralled by the retailer. Not in a way that he’s being unfaithful to his partner, of course not. Not ever. There’s only one soul in the universe for him- but he’s also not blind.
She’s beautiful. Completely beautiful all around but it’s her eyes that captivate him the most. Simon’s never seen someone with one’s like hers. Out of all the creatures and people he’s come across, none of them had had violet eyes. Not that he remembers anyway, and he would have recalled seeing eyes like hers. Simon tries to swallow the question he so badly wanted to ask upon first seeing her, but curiosity gets the best of him this time around. He finishes up with the trinkets and faces her again.
❝ Did you make your eyes that color? Are they magickal? ❞
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There was nothing subtle about Yennefer of Vengerberg. A very long time ago, near a century now, she had been the opposite. She used to shrink back into the shadows until she was barely perceptible. Though all of that changed when she gained more confidence in herself (and had a touch of cosmetic work done). There were few people like her on The Continent, and even fewer in Sallow Hills. She always wore a choker with a black obsidian star on it, and her hair was nearly always tumbling down in perfect curls. Her wardrobe was stunning, with every piece suiting her style and body perfectly. Almost everything she wore was black or white, and there was only the occasional pop of colour. Her skill with makeup was equal to that of her skill with clothing, and at this point it was unclear if the precision came from magic or decades of practice.
In the same way her clothes accentuated her body, her makeup did the same to her face. She supposed that was why people often complimented her eyes-- they popped in contrast to the neutral colours otherwise on her face. She didn’t know that purple eyes didn’t exist on this sphere, for that would have been the true answer to her curiosity.
“It’s not a problem. Pleasure to meet you Simon. I’m Yennefer.” She was slightly astounded when he turned to fix the items on the shelf. Most people who made a mess never thought to stay and fix it. The mage stared at him as he did, trying to paint herself a picture of the person before her with every detail available. She was about to ask him if there was anything else she could help him with when he spoke first.
Yennefer gave a small laugh at the question. She could respect the blunt nature of his asking. “No, no I was born with them. I’m not sure what genetic factor gave me them, but from my research, they have to do with my father’s bloodline. He was a half-elf. They aren’t magical, either. They work the same yours do. I have been told they’re hypnotic, but I think the man who said it was just trying to get a free favor from me.”
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@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.”
