🎆 july word association 🍦

[fourhearts]

Word Association is a common word game involving an exchange of words that are associated together. The game is based on the noun phrase word association, meaning "stimulation of an associative pattern by a word" or "the connection and production of other words in response to a given word, done spontaneously as a game, creative technique, or in a psychiatric evaluation." ~ our lord and saviour wikipedia GUIDELINES ① post with your character's name & series. ② include a word of your choice and optionally the definition in the body of your comment. -- visit the random word generator if you need help! ③ other characters will reply with the first word their character associates with the one you chose. ④ continue back and forth until one of you just has to know the story behind an answer.

Comments

[riftings]

Then perhaps whoever dictates your schedule needs a lesson in practical logistics. Or you should learn how to delegate. A man such as you has to have a competent Second and Third Council, and I'm sure they're capable of handleing most of your rote responsibilities.

[ Or do you just enjoy being miserable, Sir? There's really no need for it, y'know. She's way younger than you, and she learned. So she shrugs. ]

Mmm, if you say so. Sir.

[ Sadly, she can't. She'd like to, but she can't. ]

[darkgrisha]

[The Darkling was not going to go into the particulars on what he did in what meetings or who delegated what. Too much was going on and he never had enough time to get to it. And maybe yes, maybe he does like being a little grouchy. Grouchy was reliable. Happiness was a lie.]

You sound doubtful. Lady.

[There was bite to that.]

[riftings]

[ She's diplomatic enough to acknowledge the overstep, and inclines her head in apology. ]

Forgive me. I didn't mean to presume. It's just...you wear that weariness like your coat, and somehow I believe you'd truly miss it if it were gone. I don't know what burdens you carry, but surely...they aren't entirely worth your life.

[ Are they? She sighs and lightly shrugs, raking tousled gold out of her face. ]

I know a thing or two about that.

[ Happiness may be a lie, but one or two simple pleasures, perhaps even a moment of wonder, surely isn't. ]

[darkgrisha]

[The deference had him taking in a slow breath. She wasn't his Grisha. Not his charge. Not under his roof or tending at all. She had no cause to defer to him, but that didn't stop him from feeling... something about it. Satisfaction? Possibly. But he also assumed it would turn to fear or something else if she knew who she spoke to.]

War tends to weigh heavy on all those involved.

[It was his excuse and he was sticking to it. His eyes tracked the tousled hair and where it landed when she fixed it. It was very bright hair.]

Do you?

[riftings]

Yes, it does. [ She knows. ] And yes, I do.

[ And here comes the inhaled breath, followed by the heavy expelled sigh. Brace yourself. ]

I personally led three nations into war against a deranged darkspawn monster who believed himself a thousand year old resurrected Imperial magister intent on breaking apart the sky, assaulting heaven, and overthrowing the throne of the gods.

[ A pause for breath. ]

Literally. [ Oh, if only that was exaggeration. Maybe she'd be able to sleep at night. ]

So, again, yes. I do know many things about the weight of command, the survivor's guilt, and the ghosts of those lives lost because I chose one way or another.

[ It's not bragging, far, far from it. It's pain and blood and fire and ash and all of these things she now has to drag behind her, because to cut them loose would be blasphemous. Who will remember the sacrifices if not her? She gets it, sir. Boy, does she ever. ]