{"id":24924,"date":"2013-09-13T00:37:14","date_gmt":"2013-09-13T00:37:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/13\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-4\/"},"modified":"2013-09-13T00:37:14","modified_gmt":"2013-09-13T00:37:14","slug":"alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/13\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-4\/","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’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."},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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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
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

“Wh\u2014well, sure. I think I still have some \u2026 ” She stopped, rifling through her pantry mentally, then offered him a smile. “Come upstairs with me and we\u2019ll 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.”<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The Mesmer\u2019s lips curled into a small smile as he thanked her, \u201cAlright, thank you.\u201d He nodded appreciatively at the woman as he glanced briefly at the stairs. Following her up them, he introduced himself as well, \u201cMy name\u2019s Vex.\u201d He felt odd talking to the lady; she seemed too kind to be associating with him, truly, but he wasn\u2019t going to complain either. After all, she was being a good host.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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