[11] words like rain, how sweet the sound

[roomforonemore]

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.

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[andnowtheweather]

starting with people on my LJ Juggler and going from there.

[matchagainsoon]

I hope you're all caught up. If not, don't read this until you are.

[andnowtheweather]

After it all, Cecil is tired. He's more tired than he's ever been in his life. It's a bone deep weariness that pulls him to his bed, even when he's so far away from it.

He doesn't go home though, doesn't return to ttheir his bed. He finds himself at Dana's house, standing in her doorway, uncertain of what he's going to do, what he wants to say.

Everything he could say to her that wouldn't be something along the lines of "You couldn't make him find a way to come home?" are out of his head and left standing and heartbroken with nothing to do but hope something happens.

Today is a day for believing in angels. Because if there are angels, then there are miracles.

[untilnexttime]

[andnowtheweather]

When Cecil was little, he was scared of a number of things; the dark, the light, large birds, people who had eyes that looked too big for their heads. His parents would sooth him, tell him it's all right.

And, because they were the type of people to do such things, they told him stories of a Smiling God. They told him not to be scared of the dark because the Smiling God was always at his side, that he would never be alone in the blackness.

And as for the light itself? There was nothing scary about it, it was merely the Smiling God welcoming him into it's embrace.

And Cecil stopped being afraid, at least for a while.

And then he grew up, then he went to Night Vale, then he found a home among the people there and someone to love.

But the Smiling God came calling and it was baring it's teeth.

He's scared now, scared for everything he loves, everything that has come to mean so much to him. He doesn't know what to do, so he finds himself in an old, familiar place, hiding under his brother's radio desk, curled up in a ball.

Desert Bluffs is the last place he wants to be but Kevin is still safe, right?

[scienceandall]

[andnowtheweather]

Every so often, he feels driven to say it. Every now and then, he feels compelled to speak, to not let a moment longer pass without saying the words.

Every now and then, his heart swells, his hands shake and he can't stop himself from saying it.

"I love you."