{"id":24927,"date":"2013-09-12T23:30:53","date_gmt":"2013-09-12T23:30:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/12\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-6\/"},"modified":"2013-09-12T23:30:53","modified_gmt":"2013-09-12T23:30:53","slug":"alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/12\/alone-on-the-road-she-spends-a-lot-of-time-6\/","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’t lying, exactly, so much as telling the usual half-truths most people tell to protect themselves and bandage over hurts. Little white social lies. “I’m sorry,” she said, hand dropping. “That sounds awful.” 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 — well, different was all she could label it as. She’d encountered that edge before, but it was so rare. She’d never been able to find out what it meant. “Where are you trying to go? I can probably get you there.”<\/p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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 been standing … Continue reading {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.<\/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":[10,3042,953],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24927"}],"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=24927"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24927\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24927"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24927"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24927"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}