{"id":25054,"date":"2013-09-06T01:08:24","date_gmt":"2013-09-06T01:08:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/06\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-she-11\/"},"modified":"2013-09-06T01:08:24","modified_gmt":"2013-09-06T01:08:24","slug":"gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-she-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/06\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-she-11\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/gadgeteerphilanthropist.tumblr.com\/post\/60323401057\/iamthefirechild-she-turned-her-face-into-his\">gadgeteerphilanthropist<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/iamthefirechild.tumblr.com\/post\/56302658465\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-replied\">iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>She turned her face into his hand, still caught in the edges of sleep. She felt damp and dizzy and her eyes wouldn\u2019t work right. \u201cI died. Oh, god.\u201d Her voice went rough, and then she was shaking, adrenaline-driven terror gripping her guts and shortening her breath. It felt as if something heavy was sitting on her chest, as if all the oxygen was removed from the air she gasped at.<\/p>\n<p>Summer curled into a ball, trying to still the tremors racking her muscles, but that just made it worse. Now there was nothing at her back, and irrationally she felt sure someone was behind her, waiting to stab.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;You\u2019re fine, no one\u2019s going to hurt you.&#8221;\u00a0 He dropped back onto the mattress, so he could curl both arms around her, pulling her close.<\/p>\n<p>He didn\u2019t\u2026know how to fix this.\u00a0 He had never been the most comforting person (given his own nightmares, one would think he would be better at it in this case).\u00a0 Could he even fix this?\u00a0 Whatever.\u00a0 He stroked one hand through her hair and all but tucked her under his chin as he shifted.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s just me, and it\u2019s just the bedroom.\u00a0 Our bedroom.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;I died, it was Loki. He killed me.&#8221; Her voice shook, the whisper rasping in her throat. &#8220;Don&#8217;t let him hurt me.&#8221; She forced her breathing to slow, but it felt like she was being suffocated again. The little, rational part of her brain knew it hadn&#8217;t been Loki, that their lover would never hurt her unless they arranged for it beforehand &#8212; and especially not like that.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Tony, Tony, I &#8212; &#8221; She sobbed, sharply, and caught her breath again, burrowing into his arms like she could climb inside his skin and be safe. &#8221; &#8212; I set off the inferno.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>gadgeteerphilanthropist: iamthefirechild: She turned her face into his hand, still caught in the edges of sleep. She felt damp and dizzy and her eyes wouldn\u2019t work right. \u201cI died. Oh, god.\u201d Her voice went rough, and then she was shaking, adrenaline-driven terror gripping her guts and shortening her breath. It felt as if something heavy &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/09\/06\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-she-11\/\" 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":[10,199,3024],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25054"}],"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=25054"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25054\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25054"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25054"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25054"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}