{"id":24648,"date":"2013-09-24T00:04:01","date_gmt":"2013-09-24T00:04:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/24\/greensilvr-iamthefirechild-greensilvr-he\/"},"modified":"2013-09-24T00:04:01","modified_gmt":"2013-09-24T00:04:01","slug":"greensilvr-iamthefirechild-greensilvr-he","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/24\/greensilvr-iamthefirechild-greensilvr-he\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/greensilvr.tumblr.com\/post\/62103889794\/iamthefirechild-greensilvr\">greensilvr<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/iamthefirechild.tumblr.com\/post\/62102910325\/greensilvr-iamthefirechild-greensilvr-it\">iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/greensilvr.tumblr.com\/post\/62102048856\/iamthefirechild-greensilvr\">greensilvr<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><span>He traced her profile with his eyes, imagining the feeling of the soft curves beneath his fingers. \u00a0More empty words to soothe his wounds. \u00a0If only he could believe such warm lies, but he knew what he was. \u00a0What he always would be. \u00a0But the sting was lessened at the thought of her still being there, thinking he was better than he was.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Perhaps he was missing the point, but he was tired, and she was beautiful.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It is alright, Lady Summer. \u00a0You need not\u2026&#8221; he trailed off, swallowing.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;You don\u2019t believe me.&#8221; She swallowed hard, trying to force down the lump in her throat. &#8220;Of course you don\u2019t believe me. Of \u2014 of course I couldn\u2019t possibly convince you, how old are you, how long you\u2019ve been \u2026 &#8221; She jumbled to a stop, gulping again.<\/p>\n<p>She let go of his hands to rub at her face, forcing back involuntary tears. \u201cHumans have a thing we do, sometimes. We say we have a family of blood, the family we were born to or raised in, and a family of the heart, the people we choose and share our lives with.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>He heard the change in her voice and fear surfaced from somewhere within him. \u00a0He felt what she must feel, listening to him, wanting more, wanting\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Please don\u2019t,&#8221; he murmured, leaning over her, smoothing his fingers over that skin at last. \u00a0&#8220;I will try, darling. \u00a0I have heard you and I will do anything to try.&#8221; \u00a0And then he pressed their lips together, chaste and reserved, sealing the connection between them at last.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>She hadn&#8217;t realised how much she wanted that kiss until he gave it to her. There was no reason for it to seem so powerful, except that she&#8217;d missed him more than she admitted, and they&#8217;d always teased. Well, he had. She didn&#8217;t press for more, though, too weary, too worn with the struggles of the last hour.<\/p>\n<p>Instead she put her hand back over his and squeezed. &#8220;We can try together.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>greensilvr: iamthefirechild: greensilvr: He traced her profile with his eyes, imagining the feeling of the soft curves beneath his fingers. \u00a0More empty words to soothe his wounds. \u00a0If only he could believe such warm lies, but he knew what he was. \u00a0What he always would be. \u00a0But the sting was lessened at the thought of &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/24\/greensilvr-iamthefirechild-greensilvr-he\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\"><\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/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":[10,2220,1517,3007],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24648"}],"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=24648"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24648\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24648"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24648"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24648"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}