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Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )

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WE JUST FINISHED ONE SO you pick 'verse

[ex_outofcontrol435]

memory verse, after petre is back

[broil]

[They're outside, sitting where few students rarely go. Not far from that tree where they first kissed, because even though Petre has been the most emotional of the two throughout their relationship, it's John who brings out the most sentimentalism in their endeavors together. Ever attentive to details while Petre is just happy to be around him.

They sit on a set of stairs to an enclosed station. Petre's hands are tucked on his lap, shivering just a little against the cold. It's a bright, white day. No rain, just clouds. He looks at John, eyes then lowered in a bashful little smile. Moments together, quiet and relaxed. He likes them. They're one of the things they lost when they lost each other, now found again.

The wind picks up. He inches his shoulders.]

John?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Hm?

[He glances over, and when he sees how Petre is huddled up against the wind, wraps an arm around him to tuck his body in against his own side. Attentive in a way he's never been to anyone or anything else.]

What's up?

[broil]

[He promptly leans his head into John's shoulder, fingers toying with his other palm. There's obviously a thought in his mind, and he's wondering if it's just silly or okay to pursue it.]

Show me your lighter.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[There's quite an obvious moment of hesitation at that, but "show" could just mean that he wants to look at it, so John pulls it out of his pants pocket and holds it out. Not the kind of grip that suggests he's handing it over, just displaying it.]

Doesn't mean anything. The shark. It's just the first one I grabbed.

[broil]

[Look is all he does, eyes shifting between the object and its holder.]

Do you remember when you first brought me here? You showed me all those things you could do.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Yeah. [He gets a small, distant smile on his lips.] Showing off. Never has worked for me, but at least persistence paid off this time.

[It's not such an odd thought, given where they are, but Petre's going way back. Maybe it's because he lost all of that for a time, but John still wants to make sure.]

Anything on your mind? Or just - remembering.

[broil]

[Something's definitely on his mind. He gives John some room, eyes expectant somehow. Too wide and watchful to be anything like the other boy.]

Show me again?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[His brow furrows in confusion, but he nods, flicking the lighter open and settling against the stair more comfortably.

He can't remember exactly what he did, but the fire arcs from his open palm to the lighter and back again, then spreads down his hand like a glove before coalescing back in his hand. Idly, he sends spirals up each of his fingers, shooting them off the tips only to have them dissipate in midair.

Then he does remember part of what he did, and it brings on a snort of laughter.]

Too far from the fountain to recreate that one.

[broil]

[He watches the flames as they curl, intertwine and spiral up and down and over his skin. There's something off about the way Petre watches him, though - like he's not actually watching John. Just the fire. The way it lights up his eyes. He's amazed, but - not the way someone watching a trick should be.

It may just be a little reminiscent of the other boy after all.]

You don't... [a breath. He realizes he's shivering.]

You should do that more often.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Not much chance around here. [He turns his lighter around in his hand, just eyeing the natural flame now.] Like I said, I keep the lighter on the understanding that I won't fuck up the chance they're giving me. And I'm already at the limits of that most of the time, I'm not losing it.

[He glances over at Petre, then furrows his brow at the look in his eyes.]

You - didn't like it that much back then.

[broil]

I always liked it.

[Which... could be a lie. He doesn't know. Thinking about it makes his head hurt. He likes it now.]

I like everything about you.