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SIX WORD STORIES MEME
TELL A STORY IN SIX WORDS


1. Post your top level with a six word story prompt. Making up your own is fine as well.
2. Other people respond, write a starter, get a thread going somehow.
3. ???
4. Profit!


DON'T LEAVE YOUR TOP LEVEL BLANK!

Original meme from here.

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[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps it frightens more in the contemplation of what humans are capable of, at least.]

You're right. It doesn't balance. But at least she was stopped.

[coldsong]

[Loki has seen a lot of races across the galaxy, most of them capable of atrocities. There's no explaining why the universe is the way it is, and it's nearly as hard to explain why people are the way they are.]

True. Do you suppose it was greed alone that drove her, or was there some other thought in her head that enabled her to justify her actions?

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

Sometimes... some people just like to watch things die. [The words are spoken in a hollow tone, as if contemplation of the topic has turned their thoughts far from the conversation at hand.]

[coldsong]

[Loki is not given to easy sympathy, but somehow it sits ill to watch someone go from joking about oral tradition to a thousand-yard stare. He moves a half step closer and ducks his head to get a closer look at zir face, trying to draw eye contact.]

I'm not sure where you've gone, but perhaps you ought to come back here now. [Spoken surprisingly gently. He doesn't want to touch anyone without permission, or he might pat zir shoulder for the sake of being reassuring. But not everyone reacts well to contact.]

Sounds like enough horror stories, hm? Shall we start over? What's your name?

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

[Good idea, to refrain from touching. Unexpected contact isn't a wise choice when zie is like this.]

I... [Zie gives a sharp little shake of zir head, like a dog trying to shake off a stinging insect.] I'm Jacin. [Sounds like "Jason". There's a slight pause, and then zie meets Loki's gaze for a moment.] Sorry. I still owe you one more story, though.

[coldsong]

It's all right. I've been there myself, or somewhere like it. [Does everyone go to the same dark place with PTSD? Is it like a long dark cavern with infinite branching passages to every tunnel?]

I am Loki. [Not really of Asgard any longer. Odinson, perhaps, but Odin, too, is gone. Just Loki.]

I'm always game for a story, if you are.

[cursedhyacinth.livejournal.com]

[For Jacin, it's more the feeling of drowning, blood on concrete, forcing himself to crawl forward with broken bones -- but it's an equally dark place.]

[Zie takes a breath, then another, and tries for a small smile.] It's good to meet you, Loki.

[Jacin wraps zir arms around zirself, as if needing the contact to stay in one piece.] Once upon a time, there lived a boy who lost his family and gained a new one. But that wasn't enough for this selfish little boy; he had to go searching for his birth mother even if she'd never come looking for him. She was in trouble when he found her, and this boy -- who thought he could be a hero like his big brother, like his father -- went running into danger for her.

But his mother never wanted him, and she looked the other way when the boy was beaten. She didn't care if he died. And when the boy finally crawled back to the family that had taken him in before, with everything broken inside him, he found out that they didn't care if he died either. They already had someone new.

[Is that the end? On the darkest of days, it feels like the end. Jacin's scary stories aren't really about sudden terror or frightening monsters... just the horror that the world is a cruel place.]

[coldsong]

[He offers a handshake and a mild smile, but if it isn't accepted, he won't be offended. When someone's in a dark place like that, it's enough that they don't lash out in self-defense.

Meanwhile, it's hard to know how to respond to that story. There are parallels there with his own experiences, and that stings, but it's far enough away from what he's been through that he's also not sure what to say, or how to empathize. It's blatantly obvious, of course, that this is personal experience speaking.]

It sounds like you're one of Mine. Of my providence, as a god of the outcast.

How old were you when this began? [Even if he's not sure what to say, he can certainly listen.]

[cursedhyacinth]

[[OOC: Same muse, same mun... I was just prevailed upon to finally 'port the character over to DW properly. :) ]]

[Jacin manages to be polite enough to briefly shake Loki's hand, but avoids eye contact.]

"Outcast" is probably a good word for it.

What do you mean by "this"? When did I start getting.. constantly cast out?