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{alone on the road} She spends a lot of time staring outside at night. Watching the traffic, watching the lights. In a city of millions of people, she doesn’t spend a lot of that time with her senses open, so it’s the expression that catches her gaze first. It’s raw, snagging like calluses on silk. The sort of thing she finds it impossible not to respond to. She climbs out onto the fire escape, down to the ground. “Hey. Are you okay?” She lifts a hand to brush his shoulder.

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iamthefirechild:

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He’d planned for a night on the town with somebody he’d started to fall for, which wasn’t normal for him at all. The Mesmer didn’t do ‘love’ all that frequently, but he’d certainly thought…  He sighed, realizing that he must have been wrong, because if he had been right, he wouldn’t have been standing alone on the side of the road. He was dressed in his best, leather-clad nonetheless. Kicking the edge of the street’s pavement with the toe of his combat boot, he muttered to himself, “Bloody emotions… Knew they ‘ad to be useless…”
The sound of a woman’s voice caught his attention, causing him to turn as her hand brushed over his shoulder. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he replied, “Ello.” He had to think about the question, dark brown eyes flickering through a series of moods before he finally said, “Yes, I’m al’ight… Just a bit lost, I s’ppose.” Shrugging his black-clad shoulders, he told her, “Got left ‘ere after a bit of an argument.”

“Wh—well, sure. I think I still have some … ” She stopped, rifling through her pantry mentally, then offered him a smile. “Come upstairs with me and we’ll see what I have.” She jerked her head at the stairs, red braid swinging out from behind her back. “My name is Summer. Come on, sweetie.”

The Mesmer’s lips curled into a small smile as he thanked her, “Alright, thank you.” He nodded appreciatively at the woman as he glanced briefly at the stairs. Following her up them, he introduced himself as well, “My name’s Vex.” He felt odd talking to the lady; she seemed too kind to be associating with him, truly, but he wasn’t going to complain either. After all, she was being a good host.

Summer set her hand to the latch, pausing for a moment, then pushed the door open. Feline ears popped up from a couch, flicked once, and subsided. “Ignore the cats,” she told Vex, and “make yourself at home. How do you like your coffee?” He seemed ill-at-ease, which she could understand a little bit; they knew nothing each of the other, but that didn’t seem quite right with how he was feeling.

{alone on the road} She spends a lot of time staring outside at night. Watching the traffic, watching the lights. In a city of millions of people, she doesn’t spend a lot of that time with her senses open, so it’s the expression that catches her gaze first. It’s raw, snagging like calluses on silk. The sort of thing she finds it impossible not to respond to. She climbs out onto the fire escape, down to the ground. “Hey. Are you okay?” She lifts a hand to brush his shoulder.

theyrecompletelymesmerized:

iamthefirechild:

theyrecompletelymesmerized:

He’d planned for a night on the town with somebody he’d started to fall for, which wasn’t normal for him at all. The Mesmer didn’t do ‘love’ all that frequently, but he’d certainly thought…  He sighed, realizing that he must have been wrong, because if he had been right, he wouldn’t have been standing alone on the side of the road. He was dressed in his best, leather-clad nonetheless. Kicking the edge of the street’s pavement with the toe of his combat boot, he muttered to himself, “Bloody emotions… Knew they ‘ad to be useless…”
The sound of a woman’s voice caught his attention, causing him to turn as her hand brushed over his shoulder. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he replied, “Ello.” He had to think about the question, dark brown eyes flickering through a series of moods before he finally said, “Yes, I’m al’ight… Just a bit lost, I s’ppose.” Shrugging his black-clad shoulders, he told her, “Got left ‘ere after a bit of an argument.”

His accent jarred a little, British and a different kind of harsh than she was used to. His emotions jarred a little, too, this close. He wasn’t lying, exactly, so much as telling the usual half-truths most people tell to protect themselves and bandage over hurts. Little white social lies. “I’m sorry,” she said, hand dropping. “That sounds awful.” It was hard to pick out too many details in the streetlights, but he was tall, with spiky dark hair, dark eyes, and a sardonic cast to his face, heightened by his clothing and stance. There was a funny kind of edge to his emotions, too; something — well, different was all she could label it as. She’d encountered that edge before, but it was so rare. She’d never been able to find out what it meant. “Where are you trying to go? I can probably get you there.”

Vex shrugged at the sympathetic words, not really caring to hear them. He’d never been one for comfort, especially when he was angry. And, regardless of if it showed or not, he was bloody pissed off right about then. Taking a breath, he muttered, “She was a whore anyways, don’t worry about it.” Truly, the last thing the woman that had left him had been was a whore, but it was in Vex’s nature to insult the people that hurt him. After a pause, he said, “Back to my club, preferably, except that I don’t even know where I am right now.” He wanted a cigarette, he wanted a strong drink from his bar, and he wanted to disappear. But, at that moment, the woman deserved civility, and so he asked, “It’s been a ‘ell of a day, could I bother you for a cup of coffee?”

“Wh—well, sure. I think I still have some … ” She stopped, rifling through her pantry mentally, then offered him a smile. “Come upstairs with me and we’ll see what I have.” She jerked her head at the stairs, red braid swinging out from behind her back. “My name is Summer. Come on, sweetie.”

{alone on the road} She spends a lot of time staring outside at night. Watching the traffic, watching the lights. In a city of millions of people, she doesn’t spend a lot of that time with her senses open, so it’s the expression that catches her gaze first. It’s raw, snagging like calluses on silk. The sort of thing she finds it impossible not to respond to. She climbs out onto the fire escape, down to the ground. “Hey. Are you okay?” She lifts a hand to brush his shoulder.

theyrecompletelymesmerized:

He’d planned for a night on the town with somebody he’d started to fall for, which wasn’t normal for him at all. The Mesmer didn’t do ‘love’ all that frequently, but he’d certainly thought…  He sighed, realizing that he must have been wrong, because if he had been right, he wouldn’t have been standing alone on the side of the road. He was dressed in his best, leather-clad nonetheless. Kicking the edge of the street’s pavement with the toe of his combat boot, he muttered to himself, “Bloody emotions… Knew they ‘ad to be useless…”
The sound of a woman’s voice caught his attention, causing him to turn as her hand brushed over his shoulder. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he replied, “Ello.” He had to think about the question, dark brown eyes flickering through a series of moods before he finally said, “Yes, I’m al’ight… Just a bit lost, I s’ppose.” Shrugging his black-clad shoulders, he told her, “Got left ‘ere after a bit of an argument.”

His accent jarred a little, British and a different kind of harsh than she was used to. His emotions jarred a little, too, this close. He wasn’t lying, exactly, so much as telling the usual half-truths most people tell to protect themselves and bandage over hurts. Little white social lies. “I’m sorry,” she said, hand dropping. “That sounds awful.” It was hard to pick out too many details in the streetlights, but he was tall, with spiky dark hair, dark eyes, and a sardonic cast to his face, heightened by his clothing and stance. There was a funny kind of edge to his emotions, too; something — well, different was all she could label it as. She’d encountered that edge before, but it was so rare. She’d never been able to find out what it meant. “Where are you trying to go? I can probably get you there.”