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ofmvoonlight​:

Geralt really did wish that he had a filter because hurting the people he loved the most wasn’t really the way to live. He didn’t like seeing the pain in their eyes after he had once again opened his mouth and said something harsh and even unforgiveable. He wondered why he was the way he was and why he had been so comfortable with the way he carried himself. No one should like being cold and harsh, no one should like pushing people away and no one should like being this lonely. 

He wanted to protect her from harm and that also meant protecting her from himself and the way he was acting. Yes he was a rather selfish man from time to time when it came to Yennefer. He was selfish due to the need of keeping her in his life and the lengths he would go to make sure that she would always be there. But could he really do that when he had said the things he had said? When he had been acting in such a disgusting and vile way?

When she started to talk, he could feel his heart sink further and further down into the pit of his stomach because he knew that she was right. “I understand” he mumbled. Running a hand through his hair, Geralt looked at her and let out a shaky breath. “What I did.. I do not deserve a second, a third or a fourth chance. If you want this to end then I will respect your wishes and leave you alone" 

It’s the least he could do after all the torment and emotional whiplash. Sometimes he even confused himself with the intense emotions he constantly went through. The up’s and the down’s, the love and the hate. It wasn’t easy to have a heart that was beating inside your chest and it wasn’t easy to feel that heart shatter into a tiny little pieces.

But he deserved it.

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Exasperation. It was the only emotion that Yennefer could manage to feel when he spoke. Her brow furrowed in momentary confusion before realization settled over her. This bumbling idiot was so stupid, and it was a miracle that he had lived so long with a little brain like that rattling about his head. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to collect herself before speaking again. What the hell was she going to do with him? 

“Geralt.” Her voice was strained, trying not to bounce back out of control, “You deserve the award for stupidest witcher in creation. I’m not breaking things off, you oaf. I’m taking you back.”

Yennefer sighed, eyes narrowing at him, “So unless that isn’t what you want to do, can we just get on with things?”

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.

simcnsncwsalisbury​:

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.”

picturedspells​:

⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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Jenny laughed. “No offense taken,” she said. “Teenagers are teenagers. We’ve all been there, right?” She smirked slightly. She actually hadn’t been there, but telling a complete stranger that she popped out of a machine as an adult didn’t usually feel like the right course of action. “It was a fun presentation though, at least in my opinion. I noticed a few kids nodding off, but for the most part I felt like they were engaged.”

They glanced down at the teacup, waiting for it to steep. They hated that part of tea, the waiting for it to be ready.

“History? I absolutely love history,” they said. “It’s my favorite school subject. Well, that and science. But history is brilliant. Is there a certain era of Earth history your classes focus on?”

Shit. She’d just called it ‘earth’ history. Immediate alien red flag. Whoops.

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Laughing politely at Jenny’s words, River tucked the papers she had been looking over away. She didn’t remember her teenage years either, but she could only assume she was a troublemaker between the scars dusted around her knees and hands (which she had chalked up to lots of rough housing) and the tiny faded tattoo that looked old enough to be from that part of her life. 

“I’d say same here, but I doubt that would be much of a surprise,” the older woman smiled. “Science was always my second favorite, but history is where my real love has always lain.”

The phrasing of the question didn’t really catch her off guard. She was used to the colloquialisms and general lack of proper grammar from her students, and she could barely remember a few months ago, let alone anything of her past. “We go through the early modern world, or the medieval period, to the industrial revolution. Right now we’re in the late 1700s. Not the most fun thing to teach, but there's a curriculum for a reason. If we had it my way, we’d be going over all sorts of fun things from really, really far back.” River got up in order to make herself another cuppa. “What sort of things do you get up to at the lab all day? If you don’t mind me asking that is.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

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SHE WASN’T SURE WHY , BUT THE IDEA OF RIVER HAVING A FLAT FELT WEIRD .  maybe it was because bill associated that with people her age - but moira had only had a flat as well .  Maybe it was just the fact that because the Doctor held her so highly , Bill figured she deserved more than just a flat .  A home .  Maybe a pet .  She seemed like a fish kinda person .  Maybe Bill was just projecting .

  ❝ Well the nice thing about this place is that quite literally everything has character .  Though some of it is down right creepy .  There’s this person who comes in to clear out cursed items so they don’t wind up with anyone but I swear he misses some of it . ❞  

  She slowed as they reached the rugs , waving her hand out .  ❝ Rugs right ?  Honestly , they’re a great easy way to add character . ❞

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River loved the idea of some of the items in the shop being just a bit too creepy for comfort. She was a realist, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the odd ghost story. Feeling nearly baited by the statement, she felt her brain getting caught up on the idea of someone removing the potentially cursed items. Being a history lover and having quite the open mind didn’t necessarily mean River believed items could actually be cursed. That was just stories people told to get more of a profit when they sold the thing off. Right?

Before she thought too long on it, River’s attention was brought to the rugs. They were much nicer than the few that had been in a few days prior. She grinned at Bill and gave a nod as she began to look over them, “I think so too.” 

As she continued to search for exactly the one she wanted, she figured it was only polite to make a little conversation. And if anything came spilling out of the chatty shop assistant about the Doctor, that was simply a bonus. “So Bill, how long have you been in town? It seems everyone has an interesting story in this place.” 

picturedspells​:

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“Thanks, me too,” Catra said. They were silent, pondering the next thing Midna had said. Her offer of friendship. Catra didn’t usually do friends. In the past, their only friend had been Adora, but recently, Adora’s friends had become theirs. And now here, in this new place, they had no friends, and it felt far more lonely than it had in the past. 

“Okay,” xe said. “I accept your offer of friendship.” It was rather a formal and awkward way of saying it, but Catra could be sort of awkward when it came to new things, like friendship. Xe offer her a shy smile, trying not to feel self conscious. 

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Grinning at xer words, Midna gave an enthusiastic spin around. Any normal being would have tripped on the countless twisting tree roots or forest debris, but Midna was far from normal. She stuck out in the forest: much too tall, red hair cutting through the pitch black, a skirt and nice shoes. Of course, if she truly desired to sink deep enough into the shadows that she went unseen, she could, though she saw little fun in that. 

“Midna and Catra. Catra and Midna. I think it has a ring to it,” she said lightly. As they approached the edge of the forest, Midna stretched out her arms and sighed as if she had just finished a lovely yoga class. She looked over at her new friend, trying to figure out the best move. While Midna had much more experience with being friendly, her royal status made it difficult to have any sense of normalcy. She hoped she had a decent enough grasp on the concept to make this work. “I’m starving. You wanna swing over to my apartment for some late night paninis?”

ofmvoonlight​:

“Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I am actually human. I have been used as a vessel for deities so many times I can’t help but feel like I lost my humanity long ago” Zelda mused. Those words had always been on her mind but never uttered out loud until now. They never wanted to tell Link how inhuman she sometimes felt. How it felt like her body wasn’t her’s but the Goddesses. Those feelings would always linger no matter how many years would pass.

“Your Frodo. Did you ever tell him how you felt? How devoted you were to him?” it was nice to switch the focus of the conversation onto someone else. Talking about herself became so draining after a while. Being the centre of attention had never been Zelda’s cup of tea yet it seemed like fate had different plans for them. Time and time again the princess would be in the spotlight and every single time they felt discomfort.

“I hope Frodo will end up here in Sallow. You deserve happiness, my dear Sam”

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Samwise didn’t have a good response for that. He had never come close to a deity in the way Zelda had, and he couldn’t hope to come up with something that wasn’t grasping at straws. But he tried anyway, because Sam would never let anyone he cared for go uncomforted. “I can’t say I know much about your background, but I do know you. I know you’ve got a big heart, and a level head, and you’re stubborn beyond belief. I think those are very human qualities indeed.”

Finally stepping back to resume cooking, Sam chuckled a bit at her question. “I did tell him, yes. I told him all the time, for years of my life, though it did take a long while for me to figure out just how deeply I meant it. I worked for him, you see, and its common to pronounce your devotion to the one you serve like that where I’m from. I realized it at a bad time, but we were lucky enough to get the chance to be with one another when we returned to the Shire. He sighed a little at that, vegetables going into a pot on the stove to soften.  “You’re too kind, Zelda, but I do too. I really do too… You know, its funny. You remind me of him quite a bit sometimes.”

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wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　ZSASZ  ft.  yennefer

ZSASZ REALLY LIKED THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE DROWNED PRINCE .  yeah , the white rabbit was really nice too .  But he went there if he wanted to bug Stephie and Kitty Kate .  If he wanted to relax , to drink , to hang out with people - that wasn’t the place .  Which is why whenever he and Yenn met up for drinks , it was at the Drowned Prince .  (Also , secretly , he didn’t want to unless the Bats on her yet .) 

   He had his … well Zsasz didn’t have a signature drink .  His motto was the more fruit flavored and the more sugary , the better .  So today he was sipping on a daiquiri - strawberry banana because he felt like being annoying .  He took a long sip , slowly raising a brow bone at Yennefer .  ❝ So .  What’s up with the blonde mamoth . ❞

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Even across spheres, a night out still remained the same at its core. It was a little comfort to be able to maintain some semblance of normalcy when she was in the midst of an emotional crisis, and Yennefer was thankful for it. She was thankful for the improvement in alcohol quality as well. Back home, nearly anything you could reasonably get your hands on tasted like swill compared to the things these Earth bartenders could whip up. Yennefer favored something in the middle of the sweetness scale, but she wasn’t opposed to using her roots to her advantage (aka pounding back shots of high ABV liquors to prove annoying men wrong).

It was nice to finally have a friend here. She hadn’t expected it to be Zsasz, but he was interesting company, and they seemed to click in a weird inexplicable way. They had a little routine by now. When one of them needed it, they would call for a night out, and drink until they had solved the problem or got cut off from ordering. The latest topic was the whole Geralt Thing. 

Sighing at his question, and taking a sip of something called an amaretto sour (she was determined to try all of the most popular Earth cocktails at least once), Yennefer shook her head slightly, “I have no idea... I’m bored of this whole thing if I’m being honest. I think we’re going to be alright in the end. I just hate that it all went on so publicly.  I mean-- If we were back home we would have sorted this out forever ago, and I wouldn't have to worry about Ciri being out of the house on some foolish power display to show she still has some semblance of control despite us, and I would actually be able to have sex. So I’m down three for three here.”

ofmvoonlight​:

Geralt felt so heavy. Because no matter what he did or said he only dug a deeper hole. He should have never even wrote the things he wrote in that group chat but yet he did. He made the decision to send those messages. Could he ever forgive himself for the things he had put Yennefer through? Yes sure people make mistakes but to constantly make the same one? Now that wasn’t a mistake that was just a habit. 

Just watching her and the beauty that she was, listening to every single word that left her lips, he sighed softly. Of course he wanted to fight for her. He would fight day and night, year after year for decades because he loved her that much. He didn’t want anyone else and he knew that the second his eyes landed on her all those years ago. Now Geralt wasn’t someone who believed in the notion of love at first sight. But if he did then what he experienced that day sure fell under that category. He wanted to spend forever with her but how would she know if he didn’t tell her?

He closed the gap between the two which could be a big mistake. But he was willing to take that chance. “I do” Geralt told her and nodded. “Yennefer” letting out a soft sigh, he tilted his head to the side. “I have wanted you from the second I saw you. You are so much more than anything I could have ever dreamed of. You are everything. My everything” looking away, Geralt felt the blade of guilt dig into his flesh once again. “But I hurt you”

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Had Geralt always been this infuriating? Yennefer supposed she had heard it enough times from people on their various trips about the Continent, but she had never actually considered its truth before. She considered little that did not pertain to her, especially in those days. Even if he hadn’t been infuriating then, he sure had figured out a way to be extraordinarily so now. He made her skin crawl, though she didn’t know if it was in a good way, bad way, or combination of the two.

Despite everything, if she were truly honest with herself, she still knew what she always had: she would never not choose to be with him. It didn’t matter what evils he did to her, as Yennefer would never be able to truly stay away. She did love him, and always had, even when he had made it extraordinarily hard to do so. Geralt could cheat, steal, lie, betray, murder, or do anything to anyone at all, and at the end of the day, she knew she would go back to him. She wasn’t stupid enough to think that to be healthy, but it was the truth of the matter nonetheless. 

“Geralt,” she breathed his name, but said nothing else until he had finished speaking. 

Yennefer listened, actually taking in his words instead of hitting them back with a metaphorical  verbal tennis racket. On a nicer day, in a better circumstance, she would have teased him, but this was a rare occasion of silence. 

“You did… You said something despicable to me, merely because you knew it would hurt, because you were angry with me for what I don’t even know. But I shouldn’t want to remain like this, not for any longer. Frankly, I’m tired of it-- of all of it.” The mage paused, knowing that she could get one last jab in making him wait to hear her choice; her last bit of cruelty on the matter before she finally relented. “I think it's best if we stop acting fools, and put this situation behind us. I think you and I both know that's how this was always going to end, and I don’t see any point in drawing it out any longer.”

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velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes​:

They knew they were failing at keeping themselves entirely in check. River had made that difficult for a very long time. They could see things flickering through that devastatingly clever mind, she had always been so very clever, and they forced themself to take a deep breath and still their hearts. 

“What do you do for work?” They couldn’t help the question, wanting to know what River did when she didn’t know them, didn’t travel the universe and time. “I see, I have plenty of all of that. Would you prefer Oriental? Mediterranean? Classic British? A mixture of any and everything that just catches your eye?” 

They watched her step closer and resisted the urge to close that distance. River had been one person they hadn’t wanted space from in many years. A slow smile spread over their face, a little sad at the edges in the way so many of the Doctor’s smiles were when faced with one of their losses. “Hello, River. I’m The Doctor,” they introduced as they accepted her hand.

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There was an odd feeling creeping over her. River didn’t understand it, and she hated things she didn’t understand. She was the type to keep digging at a mystery until she found the explanation she was looking for (at least she thought as much– the amnesia made feelings and reactions a little confusing for her at times).

“Really? Your name is just ‘The Doctor’? It's an interesting one I’ll give you that. It's lovely to make your acquaintance.. I work at the secondary school– year eight history and advanced history,” she returned the smile, though her own was much more cheery.

It was only then River realized that she hadn’t let go of their hand. She dropped it quickly, flustered, and that creeping feeling found itself a home and settled in the pit of her stomach. Oh god. Her students must be rubbing off on her, as she suddenly understood it: she fancied the bloody shopkeep. Trying her best to not come across as a socially awkward freak, River replied with an easy, “I’m definitely the anything and everything sort.”

The way she said it, and the little smirk pulling at her mouth, made it sound much dirtier than simply buying antiquities.

“I like a bit of character in a piece, a bit of story. With my job, it's probably no surprise when I say I like older pieces, but I’m open to whatever you think I would like, Doctor,” she supplied, hopeful they would have a few things that fit the bill.

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.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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IVY WAS AS CAREFUL AND PRECIOUS AS SHE WAS WITH ANY PLANT , but she suspected that sam was watching her closely .  Not in the way that men usually watch her closely , but rather because these plants clearly meant a lot to him .  She could understand that , could understand wanting to have something that reminded you of home in a town like this .  She respected that , among many other things she respected in Sam .  ❝ They’re very beautiful .  Are all the plants on your home world this beautiful ? ❞  It was probably a bad question , seeing as Ivy considered all plants beautiful .  But she was curious what he thought of them all .  Especially since she trusted him to see the beauty in plants as well .

THERE WERE A FEW THINGS IVY WANTED TO TRY .  modifying clay with different nutrients was the top of her list .  Adding crushed bones , different compost materials , even putting them with different plants that might give them the nutrients they needed .  ❝ Obviously I’ll be careful .  If you don’t mind , I’ll take a few cuttings from these ones and regrow them , that way you can still have these ones that you maintain and we don’t risk the fully grown ones . ❞

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These plants meant more to Sam than he fully understood. Of course, he loved everything in his shop whether it was from Middle Earth or not, but this was different somehow. He knew in his heart that it was important to him. 

“I think they are. Maybe not as gorgeous as these are meant to be, but quite beautiful indeed. The soil there seems to be richer than most anything here. These are from the most beautiful lands on the east continent of Arda. They’re called—“ he broke off, the name of them dancing on the tip of his tongue, but not coming to him. He looked a little confused when this happened. After another two attempts, he shook his head in dismissal. “That sounds like a good idea. I really appreciate your help, Miss Ivy.”

ofmvoonlight​:

Closing her eyes when she felt his arms around her, Zelda could feel herself bit by bit relax. Comfort had always been a foreign concept to the princess of Hyrule. Her father wouldn’t give it to her and neither would her servants. The only one who ever did give her some sort of warmth and love was Link. And yes she loved him and what they had but to get comfort from someone else? That shook them to their very core. 

“I just don’t want you to feel like I am taking advantage of your kindness. I am getting better, I promise. I just.. I have bad days and good days when it comes to my still healing wound and today is one of the bad ones. I am sorry for raising my voice. I never wanted to yell at you” they whispered as they shook their head.

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Samwise shook his head in a firm insistence of ‘no’ to the princess. He couldn’t feel taken advantage of, not by her. If anything he felt as if he wasn’t doing enough. 

“Enough of that Miss Zelda. You’re not taking advantage of nothing. You’re human, and you have human feelings. I know the road you’re on isn’t an easy one, but lucky for you this isn’t my first time helping someone along it.”

He reached for another paper towel, and handed it to them so they could wipe their face. Sam hated seeing them like this— so full of pain and frustration that it brought them to tears. Frodo had days like that, and they had always been the worst. Maybe he should tell them about that. It would pose a good distraction from their own troubles of nothing else. 

“Don’t apologise to me. My Frodo was in a very similar position once, though it was his shoulder that was wounded. We were on the road, a fortnight away from the nearest help. I know the pain you’re feeling, but I also know that it’ll be a nasty memory in a little while. Nothing more than that. And as my friend Merry loved to point out: apparently scars make you cool.”

@velvetcoatsandbrillianthopes

Assuming tonight is all we have left

I didn’t say that

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?”

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✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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HE TOOK IT WELL , FOR SOMEONE NOT FROM GOTHAM .  ivy had learned to expect revolt when someone from not gotham learned who she was .  It was quite fun most of the time , watching the horror spread across their face that told her that they KNEW she could kill them with a simple flick .  Samwise did none of this , and part of her was glad .  She didn’t want to have to kill him because he was too scared of her .

  ❝ TALK IS THE BEST WORD FOR IT .  i commune with them .  It isn’t like how you and I speak to one another , but a different way of communicating all together .  I understand them , they understand me .  I suppose the human word for it would be closer to telepathy that verbal communication . ❞   She stroked her fingers along the leaves of the flowers , then down to the soil beneath them .  She pressed outwards , trying to understand .

  ❝ THESE PLANTS AREN’T FROM EARTH .  i assume they’re from your home ?  I’m struggling to fully understand what they’re trying to tell me . ❞  She hummed , trying to distinguish what she was getting from the plants .  ❝ It’s something that is in your soil back at home .  Something similar to clay , but not quite .  I can try to create a couple prototypes we can test in small batches , if you would like . ❞

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Nodding, Sam attempted to fully grasp the concept of mentally speaking to a plant. It wasn’t the most outlandish thing he had ever heard, but it was certainly a strange thing. For the most part, he understood, and figured if any more questions popped up he was more confident in asking them now. 

He watched her hand move along the plant with a slight touch of nerves. Sam wasn’t usually so skittish, but these flowers meant much to him. 

“They are from my home. Or not from my home exactly, but my homeworld.” She had guessed that they were for him, and not a customer, but Sam didn’t really mind it. He didn’t know why it made him feel so nervous to have said it to begin with. 

The beautiful little star flowers came from Lothlorien, the land of the Elves. Not just any Elves, either, but the land of the fair Lady Galadriel. He had taken an extraordinary liking to them in his brief stay in the White Wood. They could thrive in many conditions, but it seemed they needed more help in this place. “I don’t know the soil differences. We don’t have Earth level science there, but that does make sense now that I think about it. I’d be very thankful if you did, Miss Ivy.”

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“But I can’t” Zelda said and shook her head. “I can’t sit around and do nothing. That is not how I was raised. I am a princess for crying out loud. I can’t be lazy and I can’t be too active. What can I do? Oh right nothing!” she exclaimed and then felt herself sink into her seat when she realized that she had just raised her voice in the presence of Samwise. Guilt washed over her like a cold shower and they looked away. 

That was not their intention. But something just snapped. Years of pent up frustration just left them and they didn’t like the fact that she had directed that frustration onto someone they loved so dearly. The crying only got worse and they covered their face not only due to the tears that rushed down their face like a damn waterfall but also due to the shame.

They didn’t like being vulnerable around people. And especially not when it came to things like this. Not when it came to their past life in Hyrule. Samwise didn’t know anything about that place and yet they just expect him to understand. Why? Why should he?

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By an instinct that he didn’t know he had, Sam gathered Zelda up in as firm a hug as he was willing to not risk hurting her. Telling her to stop crying would be pointless, and he didn’t want her to feel like he wasn’t listening. 

When they settled enough for him to deem talking a safe route again, he spoke gently, “You can, and you must, Zelda. We all have to make little sacrifices sometimes, and I think someone as wonderful and bright as you can make it through this one. It's not forever. The clouds will pass over you one day, and the sun will be a marvel. But unless you make the choices necessary now, you won’t be able to enjoy it as much. Okay?” 

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Dorcas grinned. “I agree. Magic is absolutely stunning. I love not having to hide it here, ever. Anywhere I go, I can have my wand out, and nobody bats an eye.”

“Elves,” she said. “I’d like to meet an elf. Although I doubt they’re as cool as the hobbits.” She nudged him playfully, a grin on her face. “So you were at the nursery right? How long have you been here and doing that? It must have been a shock for you arriving here. I know it was for me.”

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Dorcas’ comment made Sam chuckle. He could never fathom comparing Elves and Hobbits; it would be like comparing a shovel to an ephemeral garden. The elves were magnificent, and he felt lucky to this day that he had the chance to see them with his own eyes, and stay in their lands even though it was only for a short while. 

“It was a dream of mine for a long time to meet them. I’m glad I got the chance. Nothing in this world could ever match the beauty of them, except my Rosie of course.” He smiled then, thinking of what she may be doing a world away. “I do work there, yes. I own it, matter of fact. I have since I got here, but I’ve been tending plants my whole life. Not much change except now I get paid for it.”

Sam took a moment to figure out how to answer her last statement. He still wasn’t sure he had completely adapted to this new way of life. Most of the things here were still quite foreign. “I’m getting by, I suppose. It's a very different way of living, but I manage. The community sense has been the strangest. In the Shire, everyone knew everyone else, and was always happy to lend a helping hand, but I haven’t seen too much of that here. Not in the same way, if you understand me.”

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✧･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?”

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Jenny was enjoying the outing to the school for the most part, but it also felt a little pointless. They weren’t going to learn anything new about the mysteries of the research center by accompanying them on an educational trip, except for how they twisted and trimmed (only their most innocent) research into easy, bitesize chunks for children to understand.

It was fun though, talking to the kids, encouraging their curious minds and telling them that they should get involved in science. With the first group of students finished, and the second group not for another hour, Jenny retreated to the break room for a breather. They had been looking through the tray of teas, almost about to select the green one, when they heard the curling haired woman telling them to choose the blue.

Jenny plucked it out of the tray and turned to give her a grin. 

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” she said, dropping the tea bag into a mug and pouring hot water from the kettle over it. “I’m Jenny, with the research center. I’m guessing you’re faculty at this prestigious learning establishment?”

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River waved a hand in a ‘don’t mention it’ fashion, and smiled at her. She was happy to save anyone (except the very annoying art teacher) the pain of that very nasty excuse for tea. The comment on the prestige of the school made her have to stifle a laugh.

“I wouldn’t go that far, but yes I am. River Song, and I teach year eight history and advanced history. Pleasure to meet you Jenny. Everyone seems to be buzzing about your little demonstration already… though, that could just be because the students get to escape class for half the day.” She paused, setting her pen down, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I just meant that it's to be expected from teenagers. I’m sure it's a lovely presentation.” She hadn’t had the time to watch the first presentation due to her large stack of papers.

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✧･ﾟ　BILL  ft.  river

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  BILL WAS TAKING INVENTORY .  which should be boring but wasn’t for the fact of all the things they got in .  She was careful with all of them - so they didn’t break but also because this town was magic and who knew what these items were carrying .  She spun at a voice , clutching the ceramic unicorn in her hands .  ❝ Looking for … ❞

  HER VOICE TRAILED OFF WHEN HER EYES LANDED ON THE WOMAN .  she knew that face .  From the pictures on the Doctor’s desk .  She quickly stuffed the statue back on the shelf , wiping her hand on her pants and sticking it out .  ❝ Oh you must be looking for the Doctor .  I’m Bill .  Can’t say I’ve heard much about you , but you know how the Doctor is .  They like to keep everything to themself .  I’m traveling with him these days .  Well I was until we got stuck here .❞

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Eyes flitting from the outstretched hand to the woman, Bill, behind it, River reached out and shook it with little hesitation. She smiled politely at her, yet her brow scrunched up a little in confusion. Why was she talking as if she was somebody of note? Sure, she had made a slightly larger than average purchase the other day, but that was hardly anything to make a fuss about. The business about traveling with them didn’t make much coherent sense to River either. 

“Erm, sorry, I–  right. I’m River, and yes I was looking for the Doctor. I don’t know why you’d have heard of me, though. I only met them the once this past Saturday, but all good things I hope,” she said with a thin, unsure smile. “I’d hate to be known as a bad customer so soon after moving to town.”

River wasn’t sure why she felt so uneasy all of a sudden. Something felt inexplicably off, a sort of nagging feeling she couldn’t quite put her finger on was hanging over her like a storm cloud. She felt quite stupid, standing there with nothing to say in front of the shop attendant, and despite her best efforts she couldn't get her brain to formulate anything to say past, “I’m sorry, its just– the way you talk. You speak as if I should know you or something?”

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✧･ﾟ　MERLIN  ft.  midna

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THAT HAD MERLIN INTRIGUED .  he’d met many people of different levels of magick and belief throughout his centuries on earth .  Even more in the short time ey’d been in town here .  Whenever someone brought up something he hadn’t heard of before , he couldn’t help but get excited .

  ❝ THAT’S REALLY COOL !  i mean , really really cool .  I’ve never met someone from a shadow realm before .  The Other Realm , yes , but the Shadow Realm . ❞  Ey had so many questions .  Was it like the Other Realm ?  How many Realms resided so close to their own ?  She was blocked from her Realm just like the magical beings were blocked from the Other Realm .  ❝ I’m from Earth , and it’s pretty similar to this but not quite .  I’m not sure if it’s just this town or if I’ve been pulled to some alternate version of the world I know , if that makes sense to you . ❞

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The reaction her little trick with the shadows elicited from Merlin made Midna giggle. It was rare for people to get so excited about them, but she wasn’t complaining. Most people from the Twilight had some form of shadow manipulation ability, meaning it was quite a common thing to do where she came from. “Thank you, thank you,” she said playfully, giving a mock bow, “I’ll be here all night.”

Midna had never heard of this “Other Realm” before, but went with it anyway. It would stupidly selfish to believe that there was only one alternate realm to her own, she supposed. 

“It does make sense. This isn’t exactly-- Well, this isn’t exactly my first time being chucked into an alternate realm, unable to get back to my own. I think at this point I should accept that its just something that happens to me,” she laughed lighthearted, but felt the statement settle into her chest a little more uncomfortably than she had planned. “I’ve never been to Earth before, though. Or even heard of it. I would hope its a little less cold than this place is.”

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Catra nodded slowly. “It’s the most gorgeous name in the world,” xe said, and then giggled. “Fitting too, as I a-dore Adora.” It was stupid, but it made her laugh a little bit.

It was an easy silence between them as they walked, and xe turned toward Midna again as she spoke.

“Thanks,” xe said. “I suppose if it happened for you it might for me too. I mean, I’ve only been here a couple of days. And I’m certain Adora is searching for me. If anyone can find a way here, it’s her and her friends.”

It was an interesting thought, thinking of Adora, Bow, and Glimmer here with xem. To be honest, Catra didn’t really care where xe were, as long as Adora was with xem. This strange little town would do just fine if Adora showed up. Xe allowed xemself to feel a semblance of hope.

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Catra’s affectionate look made Midna smile a little to herself. She liked seeing people happily in love, even if she didn’t have anyone of her own. Midna was willing to play a lot of parts, but that of the crotchety stick in the mud wasn’t on the list.

The woods were quiet as they walked back. Midna couldn’t say she minded the companionable silence. She rarely minded when it was quiet anymore. It was so rare she got the chance for a break. 

“I hope she does come along. I’d hate to think you feel stranded out here on your own. I’ve been there and I know what it feels like. Not fun...” Midna shrugged a little. Idly, she wondered who was searching for her. There had to be dozens of guards and patrols out looking. A queen didn't just up and disappear, yet here she was.

Midna looked down at her walking partner, trying for a reassuring smile, and hoping it didn’t come off as too sinister. “And if you need anyone around in the meantime, I’m usually around doing this or that. Not too busy for another friend hanging around. No pressure though.”

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|   ⚜   |   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.”

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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. 

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|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

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Giving Kotek’s head another pat, Ciri figured the cat would be good for the two. Ciri needed something she could pick up and almost squeeze the life out of and Yennefer… well, her mother needed something to parent when Ciri wasn’t around. A cat seemed perfect for that. A whatever kind of cat Kotek was. One her way to work, she’d overheard some terrifying blonde… creature talk about them and the misuse of their names. Cat-sí, she had called the little chaos gremlins.

Ciri could only hope her hands weren’t shaking as she left Kotek to his own devices, folding herself around her mother’s outstretched arms. She was weak for touch, she always had been.

She couldn’t lie to Yennefer. No, they had agreed to never lie to one another. “I went to work then the gym.” There. Normal. But a small pit of guilt was creeping at her. “I overdid it though, I think I almost caused Jesus or Ben to call the emergency services.”

Ciri’s eyes widened, realizing just how that would sound. “I didn’t pass out!”

Not quite.

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Wrapping her arms tightly around Ciri, Yennefer pressed her nose into her blonde hair and held her for a moment. It didn’t take long for her to feel there was something slightly off with the girl. Despite the little weirdness, Yennefer wasn't expecting something on that scale. 

“Cirilla!” Usually Yennefer refrained from using Ciri’s full name, but the statement came as such a shock it just came out of her. She pulled back a little, holding the girl by her shoulders and immediately began going full mother hen mode as her hands searched over Ciri’s head and face to identify the problem. “What were you doing? What happened? You know I take no issue with your training, but this— you have to take care of yourself first.” 

Suddenly there was a glass of water on the nearest end table which Yennefer quickly picked up and gave Ciri no other option than to at the very least hold it. She was no medical professional, but usually these things stemmed from dehydration. “I should hope you didn’t pass out, gods give me strength.”

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The gentle nature of Sam was a stark contrast to what she was normally used to. If this had happened back home in the presence of her biological father then she wouldn’t have been met with the same warmth. Instead she would have been told to wipe those tears and pull herself together. A princess didn’t have the right to have moments of weakness. No no she had to be strong and cold. That is what their beloved father wanted. Zelda had made it their own personal goal back in Hyrule to go against everything he stood for. They wanted to follow the beat of their own drum and man did that stress him out. 

Good.

Looking at Sam, she frowned. They could feel how tense their shoulders were and how stiff their body became due to it. His gentle nature and the way he looked at them surprising them to their very core. “It..” they whispered and closed their eyes. “Hurts” admitting it out loud made them feel so vulnerable. But Samwise had proven time and time again that he can be trusted.

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Taking care of someone recovering from the edge of a knife was unfortunately not a foreign concept to Sam. He had tended Frodo’s shoulder on the road for two weeks with the help of Strider, and looked after it carefully when the dull aches popped up in the following years. He could do the same for Zelda (though luckily this time he wouldn't have to heal their wounds himself). 

“I believe it would,” he nodded, speaking gently. “So stop straining yourself. It's alright to sit and take it easy on yourself. Physically and mentally.”

He gently rubbed her bicep for a moment before pulling back to give her a little space. “Is there anything I can get for you?”