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The Other-Wordly Meme

Words are magical things; they can have so many lovely connotations and varied histories.
Words have family trees just like people. They are linked to each other.
Some words are full of flavor and color and describe things you never suspected there were words for.
Words are why we're here.

The meme is simple: post a comment with your muse's name and canon in the subject line.
List any preferences you may have ("No Shipping," "No Smut," etc.), if you decide to leave the next step up to responders.
Responders (or original posters, if they so decide), go to the Other-Wordly blog and hit 'Random' until you get a word. Use the word as a prompt to write up an RP scenario. Do this several times, if you like. Mix and match. Have fun with it!
Don't stop with a word, though! Words can often have etymologies that are at odds with their current meanings. Words can shift connotations over time. Let your imagination carry you with the words as its wind.

Comments

Cyrus | Once Upon a Time in Wonderland

[mywillisthine]

[Your choice or jaaneman (n.)(phr.)lit. "soul of me"; gender-neutral word for sweetheart or darling. Origin: Persian | Hindi |Urdu. Seemed fitting]

[andtheswan]

[ooc: I lost a ton of tags, so I'm not sure if that's what happened to ours, but I'd like to put her in here, if you wouldn't mind.]

[mywillisthine]

[I think a lot of people did when DW was updating last week. I know I did. Be my guest and tag Cyrus in whatever meme you see him in!]

[andtheswan]

[ooc: And I feel so foolish, too, because I generally tend to bookmark everything and that time I just thought 'meh, no need, it's not like I'm going to lose any replies. :0/ But, yes, same, I'm always up for tags. Oh, yes, and I like your word, so I'm going with that.]


Strange, Anna thought, having a friend after spending months alone in the wilderness, trying to survive and to find a cure for her curse. But then she'd spent many a day in Cyrus' company, even if they never spoke, and she began to feel ... comfortable.

And then he'd helped her from that pond, and he'd offered to help keep her warm and dry off and she just ... hadn't left yet. Why would she, when for the first time in her life, or at least since she'd run away from her wedding on the day that she was cursed, she felt safe? She felt wanted, and even though she still went through her changes, day after day, like clockwork, it wasn't ... all that bad, not when she had Cyrus to talk to when she was able.

She's quiet on this night, though, intent on continuing to mend her old, tattered dress. It's a good quiet, a companionable quiet, and she looks up every so often just to offer a smile.

She's ... happy here.