{"id":3375,"date":"2014-10-23T01:52:54","date_gmt":"2014-10-23T01:52:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/10\/23\/skinandfragilebones-iamthefirechild-look\/"},"modified":"2014-10-23T01:52:54","modified_gmt":"2014-10-23T01:52:54","slug":"skinandfragilebones-iamthefirechild-look","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/10\/23\/skinandfragilebones-iamthefirechild-look\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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

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“Look, son,” the hunter says, calm, in control of the situation, “I know her, and you don\u2019t. So you\u2019re gonna have to take my word for it \u2014 she\u2019s dangerous, and I\u2019m trying to get her off the streets. Just don\u2019t let her touch you, and you should be fine. Now step out of the way, and hand her over.”<\/p>\n

She shivers. She\u2019s never been this close before, that she can remember. Of course, her memories only go back about a month right now, so there\u2019s no telling what happened before. Maybe the hunter is telling the truth \u2014 but she cannot bring herself to trust someone she can\u2019t read, someone so empty of emotion. This boy, though, in front of her, him she thinks she could trust. He has a good heart.<\/p>\n

The hunter snatches around the stranger for her, trying to catch the edge of her cloak, and she sidles around, peering around the lanky body. He tries again, from the other direction, and catches the edge. She gives up the cloak, and the hunter rips it off her body. A mass of red hair tumbles out of the hood, half hiding a pale, too-thin young woman. Her green eyes look even larger than normal in her gaunt face.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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“Oh buddy, believe me, I\u2019ve seen some crazy things too. She\u2019s cowering behind me, a boy that can obviously not take someone like you down. Right, dangerous<\/em>.\u201d It\u2019s not the smartest thing he\u2019s said in the world, but he says it defiantly. It\u2019s what makes his words more realistic in the end. However, it also makes him much more at risk as well.<\/small><\/p>\n

Stiles doesn\u2019t know why he\u2019s standing up for her, especially because he doesn\u2019t even know her, but she doesn\u2019t look harmless, right? However, looks are deceiving\u2026.but Stiles doesn\u2019t want to pull that comment, especially when the two of them are in a dangerous situation. It\u2019s a situation that he wishes he could call Scott for, but the other is far away from him.<\/small><\/p>\n

Before he has a chance to react, one of his hands reaches around and grabs her by the cloak, but she slips out of it before he can tug her in his direction. It takes no time before he turns around, seeing her for the first time in full view. Ginger hair is present as well as a very thin body and a pale skinned \u2014 probably about as much as him \u2014 girl<\/em>. He doesn\u2019t understand how she could be a threat in this condition at all, that\u2019s for sure.<\/small><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The hunter gives the most incredibly sceptical look to the boy. “Son,” he says, official patience dripping off every word, “just step out of the way.” It rather spoils his attitude when he keeps chasing and reaching for her around the stranger.<\/p>\n

She presses herself against the stranger’s back, terrified, wishing she could just close her eyes and make this all go away. The hunter finally realises he’s not going to get her that way, and goes back to trying to coax the boy to get out of the way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

skinandfragilebones: iamthefirechild: “Look, son,” the hunter says, calm, in control of the situation, “I know her, and you don\u2019t. So you\u2019re gonna have to take my word for it \u2014 she\u2019s dangerous, and I\u2019m trying to get her off the streets. Just don\u2019t let her touch you, and you should be fine. Now step out … Continue reading <\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,339,13],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3375"}],"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=3375"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3375\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3375"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3375"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3375"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}