.... “You are welcome to come in,” I said insincerely, and he stepped in, his white face practically blazing with—triumph? Excitement? Eric’s hair was wet with rain and straggled over his shoulders in rattails. He was wearing a golden brown silk T-shirt and brown pleated trousers with a magnificent belt that was just barbaric: lots of leather, and gold, and dangling tassels. You can take the man out ...

Fic: Corner of Astor and 3rd

...-metal and reflected reds, there’s a man. Some guy, he looks all wrong here. Too-long jeans and beaten sneaks on a day like this? Water soaked up to his knees, he’s slapping his hood up over rattails of hair, hair that’s too long over his ears. He’s fruitlessly shielding the water with too-thin arms, too-long legs dancing a two-step between haggard men and women. You can’t tell if he notices that ...