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lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

Summer looked mutinous, but she couldn’t actually come up with a reason to argue with him that didn’t just sound stupid. Gracelessly, she gave in. “I warned you.” She looked at their fingertips, just barely touching, and sighed. “Are you trying to make me feel better with that?” The smile was shy and tremulous, and she turned her hand so his fingertips rested in her palm. “I’m not sure it’s having the kind of effect you wanted.”

Flinching at the rage burning in her eyes, Isaac chanted to himself, attempting to convince his nerves that she was safe and was only being defensive of herself and thus was unlikely to hurt him. But experience had taught him otherwise and he couldn’t help but be wary of her ever increasing anger. “Mostly – it helps calm me down too,” he stated with a shrug, curling his pinky finger around hers, relieved that she wasn’t pushing him away just yet. “What effect is it having?”

“I think it’s because I know you don’t do touch,” she said musingly. “It’s a bit … it makes me want more. Like how Victorians considered seeing an ankle erotic.” She took a deep breath and made herself relax. “I’m not angry.”

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thepurestknight:

iamthefirechild:

thepurestknight:

“Then why don’t you stay forever? No one’s going to make you leave.” He shrugged. “But the forest is a good place to be. I live there in a cabin of sorts. The forest is actually my favorite place to be.”

“I have a family,” she pointed out. “My life is not my own. I will have to return home someday, be married off, have a family. So I stay in Camelot as long as I may.” She frowned slightly. “Why don’t you live in the town? It would be safer.”

“I feel more comfortable out in the forest,” he explained. “I don’t have any family, like you, to stay with or worry about, so I actually feel safer when I’m out there on my own. It’s peaceful and I don’t have to worry about other people that often.

“What about bandits? Monsters? Wild animals?” Summer grew more and more concerned with each danger she listed off.

gadgeteerphilanthropist:

iamthefirechild:

“I wish I believed you.” Summer flopped back down on the floor. “Some of them mean well, and don’t make any effort to make that translate into the real world, or even to find out how it might translate into the real world.  And a lot of them just don’t give a damn, Tony, and that’s worse than the shit our actual enemies try to pull.”

Tony arched one eyebrow.  “You’ve gone and made play time all serious.”  He gave a lock of her hair a tug.  “While I get where you’re coming from, I’m not sure that the psycho with the electric whips takes a backseat to a boardroom of guys who don’t give a damn.  Or the death fetishist that, you know…kidnapped you.”  He waved it off.  “But most of the ones I affiliate with more often aren’t so bad.  Green energy.  Giving at least a small damn is sort of a prerequisite.  I just like to whine about them.  It’s a business thing; we like each other because we hate each other.”

She wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. “What about Justin Hammer?”

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stilesthesarcasticstilinski:

iamthefirechild:

stilesxthesarcasticstilinski:

Stiles slammed his laptop shut as he walked over to the widow, cracking it so he could speak to Summer. “H-hey… Uh… Whatcha doing?”

“It’s like standing in a bonfire, being close to it.” Another bout of shudders shook her body from head to foot. “Do I want to know why it’s like that?” Another blink sent tears rolling down her face, and carefully she reached up to smear them away.

“Should’ve just walked away, stupid, stupid Summer,” she muttered quietly.

“A lot of terrible things. Really bad, very not good things,” he said, hating to see his friend in pain. 

“Walked away from what? Beacon Hills? Cause I definitely don’t blame you for that. If you meant me… situation, I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had.”

“I would have blamed me. Can you — try not to feel quite so hard? You’re making it worse.” Summer sniffled, smearing at more tears. 

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stilesthesarcasticstilinski:

iamthefirechild:

stilesxthesarcasticstilinski:

Stiles slammed his laptop shut as he walked over to the widow, cracking it so he could speak to Summer. “H-hey… Uh… Whatcha doing?”

“/I’m/ acting weird? /Me/? You won’t even look at me properly! You — what is going on? How are you not just on the ground — I have never in my life felt anybody be so overwhelmed by an emotion they weren’t actually expressing!” She swallowed hard, groping at her throat for her necklace. He was feeling so strongly she could hardly keep it out, and only years of stern control kept her shields up.

“I’m trying not to jump you, because my body wants you. Excuse me if that makes me a bit erratic,” he said through gritted teeth. “It’s exhausting. I’d rather you just leave! You know. Like I asked.” He knew he was being mean at this point but she could clearly tell he was having trouble but she was still there just tempting fate.

“I can’t leave you here like this!” she objected. “Not without trying to help. I’m probably the only person you know who /can/ help!”

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lawrencestilinski:

iamthefirechild:

lawrencestilinski:

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                          ♖Lawrence, ma’am. Lawrence Stilinski,
                    ✒He turned to face her, offering out his hand.
                         ♖Sergeant First Class.
                    ✒After that he gave a tiny shake of his head, admitting an embarrassed chuckle.
                          ♖No ma’am, just… trying to figure out where to go first.

Summer shook his hand quickly, smiling. “Pleased to meet you, Sergeant Stilinski. I’m Summer, Summer Rainault. So … is this going to be a permanent return, or are you just on leave? Seems like you would need a place to sleep, first thing, either way.”

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              ♖Likewise, Miss Rainault.♖

          ✒He smiled back, before shaking his head. 

                 ♖This time around it’s permanent. Last tour messed me up a bit too much to return to active duty. I slept more most the plane ride home, I’m just not sure if I should visit family or… well I’m a bit turned around.♖

“Did they not know you were coming home?” she asked, surprised. “Usually they would be here to meet you, wouldn’t they?”

badassbetaerica:

iamthefirechild:

badassbetaerica:

badassbetaerica:

Send me a " ○ " for my character's reaction to finding yours sitting outside in the rain, upset and crying

Erica was wet and cold. The one day she’d decided to walk to school, the weather had freakishly decided to turn in the middle of the day and bucket down with rain. She reached her front yard when she saw her red haired friend sitting on the doorstep in tears. “Summer? Sweetie, what’s wrong?” She ran over to her and embraced her in a hug, pulling the girl’s head into her shoulder to try and comfort her. She hated seeing Summer sad and she would do anything to make whatever was making her cry go away.

Erica spun around and looked behind them into the rain. “I feel like I did know that before but somehow forgot..”

The redhead shivered, aware of how cold and wet she was now that she wasn’t totally wound up in her own personal tragedy. “Can we maybe not be in the rain? I’m /freezing/.” To punctuate her statement, she sneezed twice, and moaned, “ow.”

“Yeah, we should get inside. You can borrow some of my clothes to get warm.” She opened the door and stepped inside with the red head right behind her. Erica may not get sick because she was a wolf but that didn’t mean that Summer wouldn’t.

“It’s not your clothes I want.” Summer rubbed at her nose. “It’s your shower. I’d look terrible in your clothes, anyway.”

nottobecrossed:

iamthefirechild:

Summer shifted a little sideways on her stool, to get her elbows out of the newcomer’s way. She had already drunk too much to have much in the way of shields, and there was a distinct edge to the blonde woman’s mind that she couldn’t identify. Impulsively, she signalled to the bartender that she would pay for the other woman’s drink.

Noticing the small gestured exchange between the redhead and the bartender over her drink as she reapplied her lipstick, Sydney calmly placed her cosmetics back in her clutch and sat it aside. “So, are you going to tell me your name? Or just buy me the drink?”

“I thought I’d start with the drink. Isn’t that the way it usually goes?” She folded her arms on the bar, propping her chin on her hands. “I’m Summer.”

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thenogitsuneandstiles:

iamthefirechild:

thenogitsuneandstiles:

thenogitsuneandstiles-deactivat:

Stiles was slammed against the wall, the fiery red headed girl he didn’t even know the name of smashing her lips to his. How had he ended up here? He didn’t know. He remembered being angry that Lydia had dissed him (once again) and walking into a bar, talking to a cute girl, they had danced after a few drinks…

And now he was up against a wall, their bodies pressed together, lips molding into each others and somehow, he loved it. Because he wasn’t worrying, or even caring frankly, about the other red head who had consumed him. Right now, at least, he probably wouldn’t know who she was if she walked up to him.

Stiles raised a brow, and was just about to ask her how she knew the feeling, but he thought better of it, giving her an empathetic smile. “It totally sucks. What about you, Summer? All I know is that we share a mutual feeling and your name is Summer. Also, you’re very good at holding people to walls.” He laughed, taking a sip of his coffee afterwards.

She put her hands over her face. “You weren’t resisting very hard,” she shot back, slightly muffled. “Well, I go to Beacon Hills University. I’m a sophomore. I have a twin sister, who is back home in North Carolina.” Giving a shrug, she added, “That’s about it.”

Well, if you left out being stalked by her one and only ex and being able to sense other people’s emotions.

He nodded, keeping his grin while he did. It had just come to him that Summer was at least a year older than him; but he tossed that thought away, as it didn’t seem to matter all that much. “Okay, okay. But, on a scale of 1- freaking amazing, that would be a freaking amazing.”

Summer had to laugh, and ventured to tease, “Even though I’m not the girl you’re in love with?”

Summer puts a bakery box on the bar at Carpe Noctem and smiles sweetly at the bartender. “Send for Vex.”

theyrecompletelymesmerized:

iamthefirechild:

theyrecompletelymesmerized:

The bartender raised an eyebrow at the girl as she set a box on the counter of his bar. “You’re that Summer girl, right?” he asked absently, and then nodded as he stepped away to find his employer. Several minutes later, he returned, “Vex’ll be out momentarily.” 

And several moments later, the Mesmer appeared, walking over to where Summer stood at the bar. He was dressed in his finest. “‘Ello, Precious,” he greeted, “Ya called?”

 

Her acknowledging ‘hmm’ broke into a laugh. “Your people don’t really celebrate this holiday?” That thought had been why she had come to Carpe Noctem. To find that he had planned to come to her was a lovely thing. Rather than letting him answer, she kissed him again with that thought.

Vex scrunched up his nose as she laughed at him, but was easily distracted by her kiss. Returning it for a moment, he smiled against her mouth before pulling back to reply, “Not particularly. Too many love-Fae that try to muck it up and get in the way.”  He kissed her again with a shrug, but it was short-lived because the door to the room opened. 

“Having fun with your pet, Vex?”

Breaking the kiss to growl, the Mesmer’s eyes turned to look at the Fae that had interrupted.  ”She isn’t your concern. Now get out before I bloody—”

“Oh I’m sorry, did I interrupt your meal?”

“I-I don’t—just get out of ‘ere, you braggart!” He took control of the other male just long enough to make him step back and slam the door shut behind him, and then let out an irritated sigh.

Summer blinked up at him with one eyebrow lifted. “What was /that/ all about?”