{"id":24926,"date":"2013-09-12T23:57:19","date_gmt":"2013-09-12T23:57:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/12\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-5\/"},"modified":"2013-09-12T23:57:19","modified_gmt":"2013-09-12T23:57:19","slug":"alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/12\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-5\/","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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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

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\u2019t lying, exactly, so much as telling the usual half-truths most people tell to protect themselves and bandage over hurts. Little white social lies. \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said, hand dropping. \u201cThat sounds awful.\u201d 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 \u2014 well, different was all she could label it as. She\u2019d encountered that edge before, but it was so rare. She\u2019d never been able to find out what it meant. \u201cWhere are you trying to go? I can probably get you there.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Vex shrugged at the sympathetic words, not really caring to hear them. He\u2019d 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, \u201cShe was a whore anyways, don\u2019t worry about it.\u201d Truly, the last thing the woman that had left him had been was a whore, but it was in Vex\u2019s nature to insult the people that hurt him. After a pause, he said, \u201cBack to my club, preferably, except that I don\u2019t even know where I am right now.\u201d 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, \u201cIt\u2019s been a \u2018ell of a day, could I bother you for a cup of coffee?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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

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