{"id":16860,"date":"2014-01-13T21:29:12","date_gmt":"2014-01-13T21:29:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/01\/13\/your-muse-comes-home-to-find-my-muse-on-their-9\/"},"modified":"2014-01-13T21:29:12","modified_gmt":"2014-01-13T21:29:12","slug":"your-muse-comes-home-to-find-my-muse-on-their-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/01\/13\/your-muse-comes-home-to-find-my-muse-on-their-9\/","title":{"rendered":"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?"},"content":{"rendered":"

sonofpendragon<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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sonofpendragon<\/a>:<\/p>\n

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He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. \u201cSummer? You\u2019re gonna get cold out here.\u201d He speaks softly.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Obediently she closed her eyes, arms folded on top of the coverlet, trying to relax. The question nagged at her brain, though.<\/span><\/p>\n

Why did she need Arthur? Why had she gone looking for him?<\/p>\n

After a few minutes, she rolled over onto her side, long braid sliding off the side of the bed. The ache of her head grew worse the more she pressed at the question, until involuntary tears started in her eyes. She ignored them, though, still worrying,<\/p>\n

How long she lay there until exhaustion pushed her into a shallow sleep, she didn\u2019t know. But she woke up with a rush from an overwhelming dream \u2014 Arthur and herself, and someone else she had forced away from Arthur, someone who was supposed to be there. And the terrible sense of something broken irreparably.<\/p>\n

“No!”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Arthur sat back in his seat; he wasn\u2019t sure what was going with Summer. She was acting so strangely, she was usually so bubbly, but never looking so lost and in pain. He couldn\u2019t tell or guess what her eyes were screaming when he was talking to her, only that she was deeply frightened about something.<\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t sure when he drifted off, but he did, chin resting against his chest as he had quiet sighs escaping. When he heard her shouts of no, Arthur was jolted awake and eyes wide from the sudden wake up. \u201cSummer!\u201d He shouted, reaching out for her arms and held them a bit. \u201cSummer, it’s Arthur, you\u2019re okay now, you\u2019re okay.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

His hands. His hands were on her. She struggled, trying to wrench her arms away. “No, no, you mustn’t — don’t — !” The words tangled in her mouth, still partly caught up in the dream, in the horror of it.<\/p>\n

And then it all came together in a flash.<\/p>\n

Wide-eyed, she locked her gaze on Arthur, falling still. “I’m not supposed to be here.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

sonofpendragon: iamthefirechild: sonofpendragon: He gently kneels down and shakes her arm. \u201cSummer? You\u2019re gonna get cold out here.\u201d He speaks softly. Obediently she closed her eyes, arms folded on top of the coverlet, trying to relax. The question nagged at her brain, though. Why did she need Arthur? Why had she gone looking for him? … Continue reading 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?<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,1067,104],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16860"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16860"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16860\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16860"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16860"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16860"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}