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 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

[idont]

"I don't think you're crazy."

He says it almost too quickly to even realize he'd said it, and when he does, he feels a little embarrassed.

The whole thing is really just a giant pit of anxiety. He's never really thought about having kids, or looking out for one or anything before this, and he feels totally out of his depth trying to start now, with a teenager who just found out her father was a serial killer who almost killed her before being shot to death himself. By him. While she was bleeding out on the floor.

[versusnurture]

She knows he doesn't. She expects him to say that, and on some selfish level that's why she said it in the first place. Her shoulders tighten and so does her stomach, and for a second she thinks she might throw up. It's mean, what she just did. She should be ashamed of herself.

She's not.

"I know," she says in a small voice. "Anyway. Not running away isn't enough to convince anybody, not really."

[idont]

"They won't keep you in here forever." Because she's not crazy. She's a girl who just lost her mother, her father, and had her entire world view turned upside down in the worst way possible, and it was his fault.

Not his fault. Garrett Jacob Hobbs' fault, because he'd been a sick, sick bastard, and he'd been the one to shoot her mother and cut her throat. Will hadn't done that.

Even though he'd dreamt about it enough recently that sometimes, it felt like he had.

He really should be getting more sleep.

He shakes his head, pressing his hands to the bridge of his nose for a moment and trying to clear his head.

"Have you and Dr. Bloom talked about what you're going to do? When they do let you out of here."

[versusnurture]

When. Will always says when, not if. He's so sure about her even though he's clearly not sure about himself at all.

It'd be sweet, if she hadn't seen him kill her father. And it's sweeter because she saw that.

Her eyes crinkle in a smile.

"She wants me to go to school. She doesn't say it like that because she's not supposed to influence me. But that's what she thinks is right."

Tilting her head at him, she watching him almost scientifically. "Can you imagine that? Me going to college? Everybody knows who I am, now."