{"id":3754,"date":"2014-10-12T03:43:35","date_gmt":"2014-10-12T03:43:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/10\/12\/ace-omalley-iamthefirechild-he-said-he\/"},"modified":"2015-02-20T05:47:09","modified_gmt":"2015-02-20T05:47:09","slug":"ace-omalley-iamthefirechild-he-said-he","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/10\/12\/ace-omalley-iamthefirechild-he-said-he\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-3754 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><figure class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<div class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/10\/12\/ace-omalley-iamthefirechild-he-said-he\/attachment\/3755\/'><img width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/files\/2014\/10\/tumblr_nc81pchM7d1sfzkh7o1_5002-150x150.png\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/ace-omalley.tumblr.com\/post\/99770670366\/iamthefirechild-he-said-he-loved-me-she\">ace-omalley<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/iamthefirechild.tumblr.com\/post\/99273707919\/ace-omalley-iamthefirechild-wh-oh-ace\">iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;He said he loved me,&#8221; she whispered, between sniffles, leaning back into his warmth. Ace didn\u2019t like touch, didn\u2019t do affection, so it was a little strange the way he\u2019d wrapped himself around her, with an endearment in his words \u2014 she\u2019d expected just a sidewise hug, a brief wrap of his arm around her shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>She turned her head, and his face was \/right there\/, so she rested her forehead on his cheek. \u201c\u2018m sorry,\u201d she said, again. Her voice cracked in the middle. \u201cI\u2019ll just \u2014 I\u2019m going to \u2014 \u201d She trailed off, because she didn\u2019t want to move. She wanted to stay here, with his arms around her, safe.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;Sometimes, we say words that don\u2019t mean a thing,&#8221; Ace spoke subconsciously. It came out as a dull mumble, an idle one. His mind was some other place, namely how good she smelt and how he molded perfectly around her, how she fit remarkably in his embrace, but still\u2026\u00a0<em>there<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>How strange.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Whether it be to ourselves or others. Which is why I prefer to listen.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ace\u2019s breath hitched in his throat when she spun around, his heart once again beginning to beat when she pressed her forehead to his cheek.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, you\u2019re not,&#8221; he said, though it was almost obvious when she made no move to untangle herself from him.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>She shifted just enough to bring a hand up and swipe at her tears, the other hand gripping at Ace&#8217;s shirt. Her throat ached with the effort of holding back more tears, and her head throbbed. &#8220;Ace, I &#8212; how do I even know who to believe?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I believed him, and this &#8212; how many times &#8212; &#8221; Her voice broke again. &#8220;I just want someone to care about me.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ace-omalley: iamthefirechild: &#8220;He said he loved me,&#8221; she whispered, between sniffles, leaning back into his warmth. Ace didn\u2019t like touch, didn\u2019t do affection, so it was a little strange the way he\u2019d wrapped himself around her, with an endearment in his words \u2014 she\u2019d expected just a sidewise hug, a brief wrap of his arm &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/10\/12\/ace-omalley-iamthefirechild-he-said-he\/\" 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":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"gallery","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,223],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3754"}],"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=3754"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3754\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3756,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3754\/revisions\/3756"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3754"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3754"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3754"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}