*loves him too, although looooooves yours, because eeeeeeee* *also, Mickle seriously has a crush on him. I should show you the thread*
Florian looks at the man evenly. The man, who has no name, is drunk, his eyes shining, his face glowing, desperate and hopeful. He is a young man--oh, the absinthe has made him look old, lined, worn, disgraceful; but he is young, only a little older than Stock, perhaps the same age as Zara. "Let me be one of yours," he whispers hoarsely, and Florian looks at him evenly. "You aren't strong enough," Florian answers, in the voice that stops policemen. The man doesn't ask again.
...Gahhhh. Also, I do not have enough of a handle on serious!practical!Florian to attempt him.
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Date: 2005-09-01 09:37 pm (UTC)Florian looks at the man evenly. The man, who has no name, is drunk, his eyes shining, his face glowing, desperate and hopeful. He is a young man--oh, the absinthe has made him look old, lined, worn, disgraceful; but he is young, only a little older than Stock, perhaps the same age as Zara. "Let me be one of yours," he whispers hoarsely, and Florian looks at him evenly.
"You aren't strong enough," Florian answers, in the voice that stops policemen.
The man doesn't ask again.
...Gahhhh. Also, I do not have enough of a handle on serious!practical!Florian to attempt him.