Monthly Archives: January 2014

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“I’ve got lots of chains, I’ll go get you one.” Summer didn’t really wait for his answer, just turned on a heel and bounced off toward the elevator. “What colour?”

“Silver,” he called after her, before he simply decided ‘screw that,’ and loped after her, hitching his thumbs into his belt loops as he fell into step with her, before the elevator could close.

(There was also an otter in the elevator, but he was a semi-permanent fixture and didn’t really require any notice.)

She tilted her gaze up at him, grinning. “What, if you don’t help I might bring back one that’s too girly?” She insinuated her arms around his waist, snuggling her head against his chest. “I think I have one of the thick, heavy box chains like rappers wear, will that do?”

insidiousxsilver:

iamthefirechild:

Summer Rainault brushed her hands over her dress again, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from the fabric. Tonight was the culmination of months of hope, weeks of planning, and days of daring activity. She’d get her freedom back, and win the heart of someone she cared about very much.

Even if they’d never met yet. If she didn’t reject her at the door.

She turned the moonstone bracelet on her wrist, fingertips sliding over the heart charms dangling from it. The white of the stone set off her pale green dress, and she hoped the signal would be clear enough, between bracelet, earrings, and cabochon choker. Taking a deep breath to subdue the butterflies in her stomach, she hung her keys from the strap of her tiny shoulder bag, and pushed away from her car.

Waiting would only make her more nervous. She tossed her red hair over her shoulder, squared them, and marched up the driveway. Another deep breath to steady herself, and she pushed the doorbell to Allison Argent’s house.

“Hi,” she said softly, when she opened the door.

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Allison was in the middle of getting ready for the party at Lydia’s when she heard a car pull up at her house. Everything but her hair was done, and that would take a little while to finish. She put down the curling wand in her hand and walked down the stairs. She couldn’t wait for tonight. For two reasons, the party and the fact that she would meet her secret admirer.

The huntress was in such a good mood that she caught herself skipping towards the door. She stopped midway, and slowed herself down. As soon as she was less than a foot away she stretched out her hand towards the knob. She turned the handle when she felt the cool brass against her skin and opened the door.

“Hello. Can I help you?” she asked the stranger at the door. She was about to ask her name when she noticed the moonstone jewelry that matched the stone on the box and the fiery red hair.

“Are you the one who was leaving me notes?”

Summer almost couldn’t reply. The butterflies seemed to crawl up her throat, choking her. She ducked her head, flushing, and gulped in another breath. “Yeah,” she admitted. “I … wasn’t sure how to approach you. You liked it?”

She wanted to reach out and touch Allison, to make sure this was real. Touch with hands, touch with mind, just touch. She held herself tightly in rein, though, desperate not to seem frightening or, well, desperate. She didn’t want to cheat her way into this.

Your muse comes home to find my muse on their doorstep, curled up and asleep and clearly waiting for your muse. What does your muse do?

sonofpendragon:

iamthefirechild:

sonofpendragon:

He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. “Summer? You’re gonna get cold out here.” He speaks softly.

The faint doesn’t last long, and Summer soon opens her green eyes to fall on Arthur’s face. The world still feels like it’s moving under her feet, even though she’s lying down. “Sorry,” she says softly. “I don’t mean to be such trouble.”

Arthur shook his head, “Don’t you worry, you’re resting. I got Gaius on his way here and you’re going to be okay?” He spoke, pulling over a chair and sat down next to her. “Do you remember what you were doing before you fell asleep?”

“Waiting for you. I had to find you.” She frowns. “I don’t … remember … why … ” The words come slowly as she rummages through her memory, but it’s all blurry. She’s not even sure how long she was there. “I just had to find you … ” Why is there a gap in her memory!? It’s terrifying. She has a good memory!

“I already regret this.”

sonofpendragon:

iamthefirechild:

sonofpendragon:

“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”

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The dark knight deliberately stepped into Arthur’s stroke, shield over his shoulder to keep the blade from his armor. He kept attacking, fiercely, attempting to drive Arthur back, and never once tried to parry or counter any of Arthur’s strikes, only interposing his shield as much as possible. He seemed to be trying to defeat Arthur through pure strength.

Arthur could feel a burn in his shoulder from holding his shield. It was as if the knight wasn’t even exerting too much strength and just kept going. He wasn’t blocking many attacks, and when the shield slammed down to him, there was a space to attack his side and Arthur took this when he next attacked.

The knight nearly doubled over Arthur’s blade, so deeply did it crunch into his side. There was a horrible shriek of metal, and the knight’s hand spasmed, letting his sword fall.

Summer screamed.

The knight stumbled, and crumpled to his knees.