{"id":3410,"date":"2014-10-21T03:16:17","date_gmt":"2014-10-21T03:16:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/10\/21\/skinandfragilebones-iamthefirechild-she-7\/"},"modified":"2014-10-21T03:16:17","modified_gmt":"2014-10-21T03:16:17","slug":"skinandfragilebones-iamthefirechild-she-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/10\/21\/skinandfragilebones-iamthefirechild-she-7\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

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

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

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She looks up at the person at the sound of his voice. It\u2019s a nice voice, coupled to a kind, if sharp, face. She shakes her head sharply and dodges behind him hastily, putting hm between herself and the hunter. If she\u2019s lucky, if she\u2019s oh-so-lucky, the hunter won\u2019t have noticed her yet, and she can just hide here behind this tall and friendly stranger until he goes away.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s not lucky.<\/p>\n

The hunter pauses at her abandoned sign, one eyebrow ticking up, and then he looks in exactly the direction she fled, exactly where she is, and comes over to the stranger. \u201cYou want to be careful, there,\u201d he says, to the stranger she\u2019s hiding behind, \u201cthat girl\u2019s dangerous. I\u2019m here to take care of her.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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When she shakes her head quickly like that, he wonders what he\u2019s getting himself involved in. If it\u2019s werewolf trouble, though he doubts it, Stiles doesn\u2019t know what he\u2019s going to do. Scott is miles away and there\u2019s no way in hell Stiles can take on a werewolf. Even his terrible bat could do more damage than his own fragile body. So when she hides behind him like that, the other male doesn\u2019t understand what he\u2019s supposed to do.<\/small><\/p>\n

The hunter approaches and Stiles is stupid as always, thinking about mouthing off to the stranger. It\u2019s really not smart, it never is, but it\u2019s always impulse for Stiles. It comes out of his mouth before a thought can come into his mind, possibly warning him of what a terrible idea this is. The only temporary warning he gets is the biting of his bottom lip as he stares at the other stranger.<\/small><\/p>\n

“Dangerous? And yet she\u2019s hiding from you. That tells me something right off the damn bat.”<\/small><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

“Look, son,” the hunter says, calm, in control of the situation, “I know her, and you don’t. So you’re gonna have to take my word for it — she’s dangerous, and I’m trying to get her off the streets. Just don’t let her touch you, and you should be fine. Now step out of the way, and hand her over.”<\/p>\n

She shivers. She’s never been this close before, that she can remember. Of course, her memories only go back about a month right now, so there’s no telling what happened before. Maybe the hunter is telling the truth — but she cannot bring herself to trust someone she can’t 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","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

skinandfragilebones: iamthefirechild: She looks up at the person at the sound of his voice. It\u2019s a nice voice, coupled to a kind, if sharp, face. She shakes her head sharply and dodges behind him hastily, putting hm between herself and the hunter. If she\u2019s lucky, if she\u2019s oh-so-lucky, the hunter won\u2019t have noticed her yet, … 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\/3410"}],"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=3410"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3410\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3410"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3410"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3410"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}