The Other-Wordly Meme

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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 for 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

[vishante]

[It's hard to grasp his mind around this. That anyone could willing come here, in this begrimed version of what this mansion surely once was—merely to see him—leaves him baffled. It's why he stills in his steps, slowly spinning around to meet Emil with a dubious look.]

I'm fine, if you were concerned. [His pride has already been bruised enough as is; he doesn't need to be coddled.] I assure you that I'm quite capable of taking care of myself.

[doglording]

"Please try not to put words in my mouth. I know you can handle yourself."

He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. As he opens his mouth to speak, his face turns pink.

"I came here because I wanted to see you. If you must think of an excuse to imply, then anywhere is better than the alienage."

[vishante]

[Oh whoa there; you dare talk back to broody? Fine. Fair enough. Anything is better than the Alienage and that Fenris can understand fairly well. What he doesn't, however, is how he or his mansion can even make for an alternative. Is he touched? Perhaps. Fenris isn't used to this; he's served and he's obeyed and he knows there are ulterior motives to anyone wishing to see him, but Emil barges in and complicates everything with a simple smile.

It catches him off-guard; since when does anyone nurture innocent intentions? He doesn't trust them fully, but he can tell there isn't much else to Emil's presence here than the mere desire to be with him. Small talk, as they call it. Without the kind of purpose he's familiar with. It's a problem, seeing as Fenris is nowhere near what people would call a good conversationalist, but he cracks under the pressure and he knows he's being rude, sighing an exasperated sigh that is both for himself and his visitor.

Ugh, Maker. Why does he even care?] Suit yourself. I've found the company of corpses more comforting than my own kin on many occasions. [Because he likes quiet, and this he knows, this somber solitude, however unhealthy it is for his morale. His features have softened, on the other hand, and if he's not smiling, his glare has given room for a more welcoming stare.] You could choose to live elsewhere. [And with such an option, why remain in the Alienage, of all places?]

[doglording]

Emil nods slightly in agreement.

"I could. However, to bother with such a thing.... I don't even know how long I intend on staying here. I tend to get bored with a single location in a month or so. If I don't have much to begin with, it's... easier to get up and walk away. Besides, I don't have the money for anywhere in hightown, and I'd rather not shack up in somewhere like the Hanged Man or Darktown. I'm.. fickle, anyway."

He offers a faint, wry smile and shifts from one foot to another, glancing towards the floor as Calla gets bored of standing right next to him. The dog wanders over to Fenris and plops down by his feet, peering up at mister broody-pants.