{"id":24919,"date":"2013-09-13T01:09:48","date_gmt":"2013-09-13T01:09:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/13\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-3\/"},"modified":"2013-09-13T01:09:48","modified_gmt":"2013-09-13T01:09:48","slug":"alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/13\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-3\/","title":{"rendered":"{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&#8217;t spend a lot of that time with her senses open, so it&#8217;s the expression that catches her gaze first. It&#8217;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. &#8220;Hey. Are you okay?&#8221; She lifts a hand to brush his shoulder."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/theyrecompletelymesmerized.tumblr.com\/post\/61069343282\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-staring\">theyrecompletelymesmerized<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/iamthefirechild.tumblr.com\/post\/61068453650\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-staring\">iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/theyrecompletelymesmerized.tumblr.com\/post\/61051048330\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time\">theyrecompletelymesmerized<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>He\u2019d planned for a night on the town with somebody he\u2019d started to fall for, which wasn\u2019t normal for him at all. The Mesmer didn\u2019t do \u2018love\u2019 all that frequently, but he\u2019d certainly thought\u2026\u00a0 He sighed, realizing that he must have been wrong, because if he had been right, he wouldn\u2019t 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\u2019s pavement with the toe of his combat boot, he muttered to himself, \u201cBloody emotions\u2026 Knew they \u2018ad to be useless\u2026\u201d <br \/>The sound of a woman\u2019s voice caught his attention, causing him to turn as her hand brushed over his shoulder. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he replied, \u201cEllo.\u201d He had to think about the question, dark brown eyes flickering through a series of moods before he finally said, \u201cYes, I\u2019m al\u2019ight\u2026 Just a bit lost, I s\u2019ppose.\u201d Shrugging his black-clad shoulders, he told her, \u201cGot left \u2018ere after a bit of an argument.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<div>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. \u201cIgnore the cats,\u201d she told Vex, and \u201cmake yourself at home. How do you like your coffee?\u201d He seemed ill-at-ease, which she could understand a little bit; they knew nothing each of the other, but that didn\u2019t seem quite right with how he was feeling.<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Vex couldn\u2019t help the smile that formed on his face at the sight of the small, cat-like ears that popped up from the couch. He\u2019d always adored cats; seeing this one now, he almost missed the stray, M&amp;M, that he\u2019d picked up over the years. \u201cThank you,\u201d he said again, smiling gratefully as he took his seat on the couch. At her question, his eyes flickered to her and he told her, \u201cJust black, please.\u201d He found himself calming a little bit, but his anger was still coiling in the center of his gut; he hoped the hot coffee would help his nerves.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>It only took a moment for her to set the Keurig machine and drop a k-cup in it. She came back out to the living room to see a huge, fluffy, seal-pointed cat stretch a long white paw over his head and try to pat Vex&#8217;s leg, and grinned. &#8220;That&#8217;s Helios,&#8221; she said. &#8220;He&#8217;s a Ragdoll throwback, though I&#8217;m damned if I know how. His mom was solid black and shorthaired.&#8221; She slipped back into the kitchen to grab the cup and brought it over to Vex.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You want to talk about it, or forget about it?&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>theyrecompletelymesmerized: iamthefirechild: theyrecompletelymesmerized: He\u2019d planned for a night on the town with somebody he\u2019d started to fall for, which wasn\u2019t normal for him at all. The Mesmer didn\u2019t do \u2018love\u2019 all that frequently, but he\u2019d certainly thought\u2026\u00a0 He sighed, realizing that he must have been wrong, because if he had been right, he wouldn\u2019t have &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/13\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-3\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">{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&#8217;t spend a lot of that time with her senses open, so it&#8217;s the expression that catches her gaze first. It&#8217;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. &#8220;Hey. Are you okay?&#8221; She lifts a hand to brush his shoulder.<\/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":[10,2397,953],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24919"}],"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=24919"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24919\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24919"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24919"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24919"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}