{"id":27290,"date":"2013-05-30T02:35:52","date_gmt":"2013-05-30T02:35:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/05\/30\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-still-2\/"},"modified":"2013-05-30T02:35:52","modified_gmt":"2013-05-30T02:35:52","slug":"gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-still-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/05\/30\/gadgeteerphilanthropist-iamthefirechild-still-2\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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

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Still distracted by kissing and cuddling, Summer blinked. \u201cHuh? Oh.\u201d She looked over at the bar \u2014 they still need to do something about that, really; it was a horrible reminder of a lot of things \u2014 and found the silvery heap, about where he did, usually, leave his keys.<\/p>\n

Cautiously, she picked it up. A key. A very shiney, ornate key, with a tag. \u2018Key to the Tower,\u2019 it said, in a curvy script. She blinked at it, puzzled for a long moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cTony, is this \u2014 are you asking me to move in?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Tony watched her make her way to the bar\u2014old, rather abandoned, but he was still fond of it all the same, even with all it unwittingly stood for\u2014and hitched his thumbs into his pockets and rocked back on his heels.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a distinct possibility, yeah,\u201d he replied, managing a casualness that he likely wouldn\u2019t have been able to maintain if not for the last, lingering fuzzy edges of his contact high.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“A straight answer would be nice,” she muttered, turning the shining metal over in her fingers. To live here. Not ‘almost’, the way it worked now, where every couple days she went home to feed the cats and get clean clothes and new books.<\/p>\n

To live with Tony. \/With\/ him. Could she? Not, was she capable, but was she allowed? She blinked, and something hot and wet ran down her chin. “Shit. Sorry.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

gadgeteerphilanthropist: iamthefirechild: Still distracted by kissing and cuddling, Summer blinked. \u201cHuh? Oh.\u201d She looked over at the bar \u2014 they still need to do something about that, really; it was a horrible reminder of a lot of things \u2014 and found the silvery heap, about where he did, usually, leave his keys. Cautiously, she picked … Continue reading <\/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":[10,199,3243],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27290"}],"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=27290"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27290\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27290"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27290"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27290"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}