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I don’t wanna do this. I don’t.

OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN in SURFACE (2022)

Sasha James from TMA

I love her so much ever since she was introduced in S1. I always pictured her as someone fashionable and pretty attractive without realizing it

When you have to host your silly little radio show but just want to see your husband again

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.·:*¨༺  KATE  ft.  river

KATE  FINISHED  WIPING  DOWN  YESTERDAY’S  FACTOID  OFF  THE  MINI  CHALKBOARD  SHE’D  BOUGHT,  and  thumbed  through  her  phone  for  the  next  one.    It  was  one  of  her  favorite  bits  of  the  White  Rabbit  during  Pride  Month  -  getting  to  share  information  to  the  community.    When  did  the  first  gay  bar  open?    1936  -  Mona’s  440  Club  in  San  Francisco.      The  bell  chiming  pulled  Kate’s  attention  away  from  the  board,  as  she  smiled  at  the  woman  who  walked  in.      

     ❝  Welcome!    We’re  not  too  packed  right  now,  but  be  warned  -  it’s  poetry  night  tonight  and  I’ve  had  a  lot  of  people  promise  to  come.  ❞

. ・°゜⊱⋅⋅ @bombadills​ 

❃゜・。. ・°゜

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River had not had much time to explore town since she had arrived a few months back. Her job kept her busy making lesson plans, grading papers, and coming up with engaging activities for her students.  She had heard people reference places here and there, and felt it was high time she actually got around to visiting some of them for herself. 

Having decided to go to the White Rabbit after work was one of the best ideas she’d had in a long while. Upon entering it was easy to see why people liked the place so much. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been individually greeted when walking into a bar (but to be completely fair— River didn’t remember much of anything). 

“Poetry night?” River flashed a smile, “I had no idea. How exciting!”

⌘Midna Twili Open Starter⌘

Okay, admittedly, Midna didn’t entirely know what she was doing at first. While ruling a realm and being mayor had a lot of overlap in duties and expertise, they surely had their differences. For one, she had to teach herself how to campaign. A whole complicated mess of papers and advertising and public appearances.

Midna wasn’t dumb enough to go in completely blind. She spent a good few days researching it all in the library and via her new laptop. After a while, she felt as if she had a decent footing on the concept, so she decided that she would indeed run for office. She felt like she could do some good for this dreary place, and if worse came to worse, she would have had a fun time along the way.

That's how Midna found herself campaigning in the park under a tiny pop up tent to block off the sun. It was a nice day, which hopefully meant lots of walkers to hand fliers to.

As someone approached, Midna tucked her shoulders back, threw on a pretty smile, and held out a little metal circle in their direction, “Morning! Do you have a second to talk about our mayoral campaign? Want a button?”

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⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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Jenny didn’t notice River’s being slightly unsettled; she was far too excited about this opportunity. She gave her a big grin at the compliment.

“Oh yes, very. It does leave some gaps though. Given that I’ve traveled so much in the far future from this century, a lot of my knowledge is a bit out of date. Can’t exactly talk about the stuff that hasn’t happened here yet. Except with my dad and Bill. They’re time travelers too. My dad’s like, the expert time traveler. They’re called the Doctor. And Bill was their traveling companion before the two of them got stuck here.”

Jenny took a long sip of their tea. It had finally cooled to an appropriate level.

“What sort of flashes do you get?” they asked.

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River was surprisingly alright hearing Jenny’s tales of time travelling. That is until they mentioned Bill and the Doctor. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat. That couldn’t be right… could it? That didn’t fit, it couldn’t fit. Then again, she didn’t know much about either of their backgrounds. She knew they tutored Bill, and that they had a strange friend named Nardole. 

God, when had she become so obsessive about that stupid shop owner? It was unflattering. Beneath her. And yet she was stood like a deer caught in headlights for a moment. In an attempt to cover it, she slowly raised her mug to her lips and took a long sip. 

“I, erm, I don’t know really. Gut instincts on things I like and don’t. I denied them at first, but I found them all to be right. Like enjoying this tea over that or liking waffles more than pancakes. Occasionally I see some things from my childhood, but it feels more like a dream. All confusion and people watching me,” River shrugged a little. They got a bit frightening sometimes, but she wouldn't mention that.

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|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

Ciri thought she could do this. She had been on her own for much longer, under much more traumatic circumstances. Those had ended… decently, with far  less issues than she initially expected to come out of those situations with. There was something about the quiet living in Sallow Hills, the lull of the town making even the smallest of situations seem mountainous. 

She couldn’t. Ciri still felt very much like a child when she slid the key into the lock- steadily ignoring the tightness in her throat when it sank in smoothly, Yennefer hadn’t changed the locks- even more so upon swinging open the door. She dropped the duffle bag to the ground, trying to ignore the sense that she had betrayed her mother by staying away for so long.

@bombadills​ for yennefer!

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The topic of Ciri weighed heavily on Yennefer’s mind, as it often had since the day they had met. Of course she knew that her daughter was perfectly capable of taking care of herself (especially since there was no Hunt here to chase her), but she still worried. She was still her mother, better or worse. 

Things were better with Geralt, which helped soothe her frayed nerves partially but not completely. Her flat felt so empty without Ciri there to fill it. 

The sound of the door opening sent a little jolt through her system; interrupting her thoughts as she was pouring herself a glass of wine in the kitchen. She wasn’t expecting any visitors, surely none that could simply open the door. Logically she knew nobody could get through the wards on the door if they weren't supposed to, but it was still ingrained in her to jump into fight mode. 

As Yennefer entered the front room to investigate, her heart swelled and her anxieties diminished. Holding out her hands in a welcoming gesture for the girl to take, a smile lit up her face. “Ciri, my darling girl.”

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of Yennefer of Vengerberg Wilczynski⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

yennefer | Yennefer Wilczynski. I live in a nice large flat with my daughter Ciri.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

y | Thirteen months now, since May of last year.

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

y | That's none of your business. I have Ciri and Geralt, and that's what matters.

Would you ever want to leave?

y | Easily, yes.

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

y | Its alright. There's nothing remarkable about this place that I haven't seen a million other human settlements do before

Any other comments, questions, or other tidbits you would like to add?

y | You all are so nosy, and I would appreciate if you kept your noses out of my business in the future.

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of River Song⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

river| I’m River Song. I live in a flat on Lôn Ddysgu sort of near the schools, on my own.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

r | I’ve been here since February. Almost Five months now. 

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

r | I’m not homesick at all, seeing as I don’t remember much of anything before arriving here.

Would you ever want to leave?

r | I don’t know. I probably will if and/or when I get my memories back.

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

r | Sallow Hills has been good to me. The people are nice, and I enjoy meeting everyone. Its a pretty place to live, if not a bit chilly. 

Any other comments, questions, or other tidbits you would like to add?

r | Yes, yes, if anyone does know anything about me or where I come from, I would appreciate being filled in on that information as soon as possible. 

⌘ Follow Up Questionnaire of Midna Twili⌘

Restate your name and living situation.

midna | Midna Twili. I live in an townhouse on Duffryn Way on my own.

How long have you been in Sallow Hills?

m | I’ve been here for four-ish months-- since February.

How well would you say you are handling your homesickness?

m | I’m not particularly homesick at all. I miss my people, of course, but this place is much more exciting and freeing than the Twilight often allowed me to be. Besides, Link is here, and that helps quell any of the nerves.

Would you ever want to leave?

m | I’m not sure. I don’t want to leave Link and Zelda behind again. They’re my best friends. 

How would you describe your satisfaction with the town itself?

m | Its a fine place. Not my first choice, but its decent enough. I do wish there were more fun things to do around here, though. You spook one resident, you’ve spooked them all, ya know? 

Any other comments, questions, or other tidbits you would like to add?

m | Nope! I really don’t have the time to waste thinking of bs to add to your little question packet. 

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.·:*¨༺  ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

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HE KNEW IT WAS HARD , even if he didn’t have children of his own .  Being able to let go , to let someone you care about do what they need to do .  Hell , there were things he’d done for Oswald in an effort to protect him that had just made things worse in the long run , like trying to take the fall for the murder here in town .  ❝ She’ll come home to you , I know it .  You’re her family . ❞  Even if he’d seen what had been said in the town text chat (both the smartest and dumbest thing he’d seen)

  He beamed, leaning forward a bit . ❝ I’ve been doing good .  Oswald is remembering more and more , which is good .  I’ve apologized for what I did to hurt him , long ago now , so we’re past that .  Now it’s just him remembering the good times . ❞  And Edward , but that was something to deal with slowly , to help Oswald let him go .  ❝ It’s good to see those parts of him again , you know ? ❞  He loved Oswald , any version he got , but he’d missed some of the devious ambition he’d known in Gotham .

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Family… even though Yennefer knew it to be true, hearing the word spoken aloud still left her feeling an inexplicable happiness. It had been something she spent decades searching for, and she cherished every little moment of it since. 

She sipped her cocktail, smiling a bit as she did. Most wouldn't be able to tell, but Yennefer liked to see those she cared for be happy. And despite how long it took her to admit it to herself, she did care for Zsasz. It warmed her to see him start to gush about Oswald. 

“Good, good, that's so good. I’m happy for you both,” she set her empty glass down on the little napkin in front of her. “I do know, indeed… my experience with memory issues is a bit more jaded than yours, but I’m glad it's going so well for you both.”

Looking down at her empty glass, she gave a pitiful little sigh. Getting up for another seemed like such an effort. “Do you need another?”

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When she took his hand, he gently squeezed it. He didn’t know if he could ever forgive himself for what happened between the two of them. But he wanted to temporarily let that go and actually appreciate the moment they were sharing. He wanted to be with her and she wanted to be with him. That was the only thing that mattered. Everything else would just have to wait until tomorrow or the day after. To have someone that made you feel so alive was rare. Most loves had a tendency to drain you but not Yennefer. Oh never her. 

Her words caused him to chuckle. Moving closer, he let his free hand cup her cheek. “Now that sounds like a good deal to me” Geralt nodded. “You want the dinner to be over there at Caffi Rhees or at my place? The choice is yours" 

No matter what she would always find a way to bring him down to his knees. She would always so easily break down those walls he had built up. He may have wished for her but he could clearly see that it wasn’t just a wish but a need. He had longed to be with someone who in a way understood him. So yes he may have wished for her but it had been her decision to stay and that was a comfort.

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Geralt was laughing. It had been a long, long time since she had heard that sound. It was nice— familiar. A tiny speck of comfort that it would all be alright in the end. 

Yennefer weighed the options only for a moment; the answer was easy for her. She had little intention of making any of this night a public affair, and the state Geralt was known to leave his bed most of the time was… not at all appealing. “Mine is fine. We can get something on the way. I think that would be easier than trying to piece together a meal from stray items in my cupboards.”

Smiling, she easily pulled him into a kiss. He was always so pliant under her grasp. It was endlessly amusing to the witch. When he was lost enough in it she murmured a soft “And Geralt?” 

Sparing only a moment for him to process and reply, she kissed him again, hand travelling up to his throat. Her grip went from feather light to harsh in mere seconds, nails digging crescents into his flesh. She pulled away from the kiss, meeting his eyes. 

“If you ever do anything like that again, I will rip you apart with my bare hands.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, though there was a slight smirk on her lips, magically still perfectly painted a pale red. She relinquished her grasp on his throat, but kept his hand in hers. “Now, what should we pick up for dinner, dear witcher?”

⌘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.”

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 ⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  CATRA && MIDNA

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Catra couldn’t help but smile a little bit. Midna was indeed perking them up, a task which had felt impossible an hour ago.

Xe felt a bit odd when Midna linked arms with xem. It was rather intimate, at least in Catra’s opinion. Xe weren’t used to a lot of physical touch from people that weren’t Adora. But it was nice, and xe let Midna lead xem, enjoying the path and the silence.

Xe weren’t suprised though when Midna spoke up. Midna definitely had a way about her. She seemed to be good at drawing Catra out of xir shell.

“Still at the B&B,” Catra said. “I hadn’t bothered looking for a place of my own, given that I was determined to get the hell out of here. But I suppose I should start looking now that I’m most definitely stuck.”

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Understanding what Catra meant, Midna nodded. Everything about arriving in this place was stressful, and she couldn’t blame them for stubbornly trying to abandon the place. 

“I suppose you should,” she agreed. “Places here aren’t hard to come by. There's a bunch of different options, and someone is always looking for a roommate. I’m sure you’ll find something soon enough. You can at least make yourself comfortable while you try and plan a break out or while you wait for your friends to show up.”

It wasn't long before they were nearing one of the roads into town. There wasn't anyone on the street that Midna could see, but that was to be expected at this time of night. The moon was high, and the hour was getting late. This was admittedly her favorite way to see Sallow Hills— blanketed by the soft glow of the moon. It was the closest to the feeling of home she could get.

gods, you’re pretty

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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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⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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Missing memories. River was missing all of her memories pre Sallow Hills. Jenny was fascinated by this. She knew people with partial memory loss, and had heard about those with false memories and memories completely wiped, but she hadn’t actually gotten the chance to meet someone like that yet. It was fascinating, from a scientific viewpoint at least. Jenny wanted to learn everything she could about this town and the strange things it did to the mind.

“Oh no, it’s exactly what I want to hear!” they said hurriedly, and then bit their lip. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so eager. But the whole memory loss is part of what I’m studying at the Research Center. My main focus is the aspect of people arriving from different points in time, but I’m very intrigued by the memory issues here as well. I would love to hear about these odd flashes and gut instincts… if you’re comfortable sharing, of course.”

Jenny smiled nervously and took another sip of their tea. “To answer your question though, I’m not from here. I think I’m from a different universe entirely actually. I sort of… travel through time and space, looking for people to help and planets to save. Or at least I used to, before I got stuck here.”

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River considered, and gave a nonchalant shrug. “No offence taken. If my memory loss can be helpful to someone, I don’t see the harm in sharing any of my experience.”

She was ever so slightly unsettled by Jenny’s past, purely from a historical standpoint. A time traveler had the potential to disturb the course of history, which River found improper, but she wasn't about to say anything. It didn’t throw her off too much. She had heard about the different universes people here came from many times before. 

“That's an impressive resume you’ve got there. I’d assume it’s helpful in your field of work.”

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.·:*¨༺  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?”

⌘Midna & Zelda Hylia⌘

@ofmvoonlight 

Midna loved spending time with people— always had. Being alone was never quite her thing, not that it was really an option growing up in the castle. Even as an adult, she busied herself with company and spending time with others. 

More often than not her urge to find people to pass the time with led to her going to them. It was typically easier for both parties that way, as Midna didn’t have a job to keep her tied to a schedule like most of her friends did. It was a rarity anyone ever made it back to her own apartment, which was a shame considering how nice it was. Despite her unemployment status, Midna was far from strapped for cash. She had a hefty amount in a savings account which allowed for her to do whatever she pleased in comfort. 

Midna never hesitated in sharing that comfort from her friends when she could and when they would allow. It's why she invited Zelda over for what she heard people around here call a ‘girls night’. She knew her fellow princess had been having a time lately, and figured she could use a bit of cheering up. 

Luckily for Zelda, Midna considered herself a professional at brightening people’s moods. 

When she heard the knock at her front door, she cheerfully bounded over to open it. “Hey Zelds! You made it! Glad you were able to find the place alright.”

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 ⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  CATRA && MIDNA

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Catra found xemself laughing as xe watching Midna spin around. She looked quite elegant, and if xe were being honest with xemself (which xe rarely were), if it weren’t for xem being in love with Adora, xe’d probably have a thing for Midna. She was quite beautiful. And she was right. Catra and Midna did have a ring to it.

Catra tilted their head. They had no idea what a pannini was, but from context clues, they could guess it was some kind of food.

“Actually yeah, that would be great,” Catra said, their stomach growling at just that moment. “I don’t know if I’ve eaten today. I’ve been a bit preoccupied with the whole escape attempt and being miserable thing, so I forgot.”

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Midna seemed overjoyed at the idea of having company. It was becoming quite clear how joyful and bouncy she truly was. 

“I understand. I’ve been there once or twice myself. But now you have me to perk you up a bit! Now, let's see if I can find the way back to town proper.”

Her eyes scanned their surroundings, them being so well adjusted to the dark made it easier to search for her target. It only took a few seconds before she found what she was looking for. 

Gently tugging on Catra’s sleeve, she pointed, “Footpath’s right over there. Should make our walk much easier!”

As Midna linked arms with Catra (not really knowing or caring if Catra was a link-arms-with type of person or not), she began to walk towards the little path. For a moment, she considered the person beside her. Xe was shorter than Midna, far shorter, but that wasn't a big surprise as she was an abnormally tall being for all who weren't Twili. Catra seemed an interesting friend to have— mysterious background, angst, and all. Xe was quite pretty too, but not exactly Midna’s type. 

“Sooo,” Midna began, not liking to stew in silence. “Do you have a place in town yet, or are you still at the B&B?”

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✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

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ZSASZ LISTENED CAREFULLY , TRYING TO DECIDE THE BEST PATH TO TAKE WITH THIS .  yennefer was his friend first and foremost , but he’d always been the honest kind with his friends .  Even if that honesty was not necessarily what they wanted to hear .  But this was also their night out and he didn’t want to ruin the vibes .  ❝ I know it’s hard , but you gotta let her have her time .  She’ll come home when she’s ready , but she’s a young adult .  Young adults sometimes need their space , ya know ?  Candy spent a whole half year livin’ at different safe houses for us once cuz she needed space . ❞  He’d hated it , but he’d respected it .

 HE LAUGHED AT YENN’S WORDS , his smile stretching wide .  ❝ Well I am a taken man , I’m not sure .  But I’ve heard small towns can be quite . . . not-vanilla .  And I can reach out to people if you’re looking for something .  Got a preference ? ❞

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Yennefer nodded a little, coming to accept the fact Ciri had a right to her own (somewhat ill-guided) will a little more. She would never argue with Cori over it, knowing full well how little good that would serve in the long run. She herself needed time every now and again, so she couldn’t fault her too much. 

Grinning at Zsasz now, Yennefer had to shake her head, “As much as it pains me to say, I think that would only complicate matters for me at the moment. I’ll be sure to let you know if I do end up needing anything like that, but for now I think this will have to do.” She lifted a hand and wiggled her perfectly manicured fingers for a moment, grin widening until she laughed and lowered her hand again. 

“Oh but enough about my troubles for the time being. How have you been getting on?”

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“Oh” he breathed out as his gaze moved to land on her beautiful face. Just standing there, flabbergasted by her words, Geralt then ran a hand down his face. “Oh I am such a fool” he whispered. Of course his mind went into chaos mode the second she started to talk. He was in a constant fear of losing her and yet he always said and did things that could possibly push her away. Geralt was not only confusing to other people but also to himself. He had all of these feelings yet he didn’t know how to express them. He had all of these opinions and yet he didn’t know how to say them without coming across in a certain way. 

“I am sorry" 

Rubbing his forearm for a couple of seconds, Geralt then felt a small smile form on his lips. "If you want me back then I am the happiest Witcher in the world” he extended one of his hands towards her and arched a brow. “Would you like to join me for dinner? Or do you want to be alone for the rest of the day?”

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“Yes. You are a fool,” Yennefer replied with an exasperated fondness. She shook her head a little, happy to have finally gotten through that thick skull of his. She didn't need the ability to read his mind to figure out how sorry he was feeling right now, it was evident enough. “I know, Geralt. I know you are.”

Reaching for his hand, she accepted it with a practiced ease. She thought about his offer momentarily; it was hardly a difficult choice. She had spent so much time alone these past months, and didn’t want to do it for longer than she had to. 

Despite her striking independence and tendency to bite at the hands that fed her, she desperately hated being lonely. 

“How about dinner, then you can show me just how much you've missed me?“ she proposed, mischief gleaming in her eyes.

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THE DOCTOR & RIVER SONG THE HUSBANDS OF RIVER SONG

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⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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River wasn’t even phased, and this intrigued Jenny very much. They had an odd look on their face as they listened to her talk about her curriculum. River didn’t seem to have noticed it at all. They pursed their lips, bringing up their cup of tea to take a long sip of it, then wincing at the heat. It was still a bit too warm.

Did this mean something, or was River just used to being around the strange and different inhabitants of this town? Was River… an alien too, she wondered? Jenny looked her over again, watching the way she moved as she prepared herself a cup of tea.

“Well, studying this town is a big part of it, the barrier, the way people keep appearing from strange and different realms,” Jenny said, smiling to herself. The perfect segue. She acted casual as she raised her cup up for another sip before asking it. “You from around here or somewhere else?”

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As River began preparing her tea in the well loved travel mug she always used, she nodded. It made sense to her that they studied why they were all stuck here. 

“No, not really,” she shook her head, curls bouncing as she did. “Well,at least, I don’t think so. I don’t remember anything before arriving past the odd flash or gut instinct. I try to focus on those things when they come up to surface some sort of memory, but so far I’ve come up empty. That's common here, or so I’ve been told.” 

She lifted the kettle to pour boiling hot water into her mug. “It's quite frustrating, but I manage. There's not much other than that I can think to do… No matter. I'm sure my little sob story isn’t what you wanted to hear. Everyone has their ghosts, especially in a little town like this.”

After she dropped in a bit of milk from the shared fridge and stirred the contents of her mug, River looked at Jenny. “What about you? Are you from around here?”

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✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

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BILL’D LAUGHED THE FIRST TIME MERLIN HAD COME IN WHEN SHE WAS AROUND .  but ey had walked slowly through the shop , chattering almost as much as bill did , before picking up one locket and purchasing it .  Bill hadn’t liked the locket when it’d come in and tended to stay far away from it , but the idea it was cursed seemed insane .  But the guy was convinced .

  ❝ Oh I’ve only been here for a bit .  A few months now I suppose , though it doesn’t feel that long .  I knew the Doctor from before we got pulled here .  We used to travel together , and they were my tutor .  It was a fun time .  Nardole was there too , but he hasn’t shown up here . ❞

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River was intent to listen to Bill’s explanation. She was so perplexed with her own arrival in town, she often liked to try and find out if anyone else had shared her experience. She understood what Bill had meant about it not feeling like very long. For her, the short weeks she had been there felt much more like a few days.

Nodding, River ran her fingers over the pile of a particularly thick rug. It was not to her taste, but it was soft.

“Oh that sounds nice. I think I’ve always wanted to travel, but I’m not completely positive. I have, erm, memory issues? Apparently it's a common thing in this town. All I really get are inklings and flashes,” she said this without much emotion in her voice, but, if she were honest, River hated the fact that she didn’t know much about herself. She turned it a bit more lighthearted, not wanting to stew in the stress with a complete stranger just trying to sell her some antiques. “Nardole. Interesting name. Is that french?”

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one of my twitter mutuals has a headcanon about ciri teaching yennefer to skate, and it was too cute to pass up drawing