{"id":27835,"date":"2013-05-16T03:29:54","date_gmt":"2013-05-16T03:29:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/05\/16\/the-anonymous-deceiver-iamthefirechild-it\/"},"modified":"2013-05-16T03:29:54","modified_gmt":"2013-05-16T03:29:54","slug":"the-anonymous-deceiver-iamthefirechild-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2013\/05\/16\/the-anonymous-deceiver-iamthefirechild-it\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/the-anonymous-deceiver.tumblr.com\/post\/50188154611\/iamthefirechild-it-hurt-to-laugh-after-the-way\">the-anonymous-deceiver<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/iamthefirechild.tumblr.com\/post\/49909417230\/the-anonymous-deceiver-iamthefirechild\">iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><span>It hurt to laugh, after the way he\u2019d flung her against the wall. But she couldn\u2019t help the broken chuckles escaping her mouth. \u201cD\u2019you do aught but talk and toss? You threaten pain and death and jeer at me for m\u2019gift, m\u2019curse.\u201d Yep, something was awry in her back now. \u201cZealotry. Ego. Mine.\u201d She kept laughing, curled around the pain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u201cMine, and you with your pretty pretty dark Stark. They\u2019re neither of them whole now, d\u2019you know it? All you\u2019ve tried, all your magic, he\u2019ll never \/be\/ whole. Can\u2019t be.\u201d It\u2019s a dream, it\u2019s things she shouldn\u2019t know, spilling out of her mouth along with the pain. She has always hated this aspect of her power most of all.<\/p>\n<p>Knowing.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Liesmith rolled his eyes, \u201cAnd predictably<em> none<\/em> of my thoughtful criticism has managed to penetrate that ludicrously THICK skull of yours,\u201d without warning a clone appeared to grind his heel down upon the woman\u2019s lower spine, \u201cAre you <em>asking<\/em> me to truly hurt you?\u201d he asked flatly with an unimpressed look upon his face, \u201cAgain, you are proving my point with your incessant masochism.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The God down looked at her with a truly pitying expression, \u201cWho says he has to be whole? There is nothing wrong with those who are incomplete.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He held his hands behind him as he continued to stroll around her as he contemplated what to do. This woman\u2019s brain matter was not even fit to stain his boots, he felt it would be <em>awful<\/em> if any of her stupidity even touched his person.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m begging,&#8221; she hissed, through the pain of his foot in her spine. &#8220;Kill me. End this. I can&#8217;t stand to see you,\u00a0<em>you<\/em>, take a shadow and make of it a form. Pygmalion did better than you!&#8221; Hot tears spilled out of her eyes, unnoticed. &#8220;Take the darkness and pretend it&#8217;s light, what a fool you are. At least I admit my follies; I&#8217;ve never pretended Tony was anything less than what he is. Or more.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Growling at the pain, she forced herself over enough to snatch at the heel pressing down, and dumped fire into it. She was going to die now, whatever he did; nothing she did now could change that outcome. Maybe, she could at least leave some mark behind to show for it.<\/p>\n<p>Fire, and fire, and more fire, all his anger into searing heat and crackling flames through her hands.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the-anonymous-deceiver: iamthefirechild: It hurt to laugh, after the way he\u2019d flung her against the wall. But she couldn\u2019t help the broken chuckles escaping her mouth. \u201cD\u2019you do aught but talk and toss? You threaten pain and death and jeer at me for m\u2019gift, m\u2019curse.\u201d Yep, something was awry in her back now. \u201cZealotry. Ego. 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