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

[makingsouffles]

[It's what he does whenever she's upset, of course Oswin's always there to return the favor.

With her free hand, she sips from her tea to buy herself some time.]

Guess there's no real way of telling.

[mrcool]

No. No, there isn't.

[He's quiet for a long moment, leaning against Oswin. His head turns into her leg, breathing softly against her.]

[makingsouffles]

[Oh, Doctor. She runs her fingers through his hair a little more for a few moments before deciding that no, that isn't enough.

Carefully, Oswin slides down, just small enough to fit beside the Doctor on his chair, and presses herself close to him. Her arms wrap tightly around him, and the silence between them lingers for a moment more before she speaks again.]

...I think it's right, what you said.

[mrcool]

[He shifts to accommodate her, but as soon as she's settled he goes right back to leaning against her, long fingers curling into her front.]

...Do you?

[His eyes find hers, tired and ancient and sad.]

[makingsouffles]

[She holds onto him as tightly as she can, her face buried in his shoulder. But once he speaks again, Oswin looks up, her eyes finally meeting his.

She nods.]

I mean, people don't just...we have got souls, yeah? Doesn't really seem like it'd be easy to get rid of them.

[mrcool]

[The Doctor nods quietly.]

...It's easier for me to believe that all those people are still alive somewhere.

[makingsouffles]

Anything's possible.

[She manages a faint, sad smile, her hand reaching up to rest on top of his.]

[mrcool]

[He returns it and leans over to kiss her brow softly.]

Thank you, Oswin Oswald.

[makingsouffles]

[Her eyes close lightly at the contact, reopening again when he's drawn back.]

Any time. [She squeezes his hand.]

it's cool, i'm the queen of wrong icons

[mrcool]

[He squeezes back and lets out a sigh before looking at her closely.]

..How are you handling it?

[makingsouffles]

M'fine.

[It's a response that's far too quick to be any sort of true, further proved wrong by Oswin pressing herself a little tighter against him.]

...Wish it got a little easier, though. [Especially after being onboard the TARDIS for so long. Maybe it's good that it hasn't, that Oswin hasn't been totally desensitized to death and destruction. But, it still hurts.]

[mrcool]

It has to hurt. [He holds her a little tighter, stroking her hair.]

That means you're alive, that you care. The pain is a good thing, in a way.

...It's what I tell myself, anyway.

[makingsouffles]

[Automatically, she leans into the touch, seeking comfort in it. Words are all well and good, but it's gestures that Oswin finds the most reassurance in.]

...Yeah. [She sighs.] Sounds like you'd go mad if you didn't.

[mrcool]

[That makes the Doctor chuckle softly.]

I'm already mad.

[makingsouffles]

[Congratulations, Doctor, you finally got a smirk out of her.]

And I'm not?

[mrcool]

Not as mad.

[makingsouffles]

More mad.

[mrcool]

Remind me again which one of us has been traveling the universe for over a thousand years now in a blue box that only talks to him?

[makingsouffles]

Remind me who decided to go along with him. [Pause.] And she only talks to you 'cause she can't talk to me.

[mrcool]

[He takes a moment to think about that before smiling and nodding.]

Maybe you win this time.

[makingsouffles]

[Cue preening.]

I always win. [She doesn't, of course, but just let her think so for a little while.]