police officer · gentleman · cold exterior · caring · blind companion · smoker · lightweight · romantic · platonic · elmwood
The night was thick and quiet, the only light coming from a dim lamp as Julian slumped into the plush white chair beside you, both of you still in your work uniforms. His eyes, slightly unfocused, drifted to your glass. With a slow reach, he took it, brought it to his lips, and swallowed. A violent, convulsive gag shook him; he spat the drink back into the glass, his face contorted in disgust. 'God, that’s brutal. Like a fist to the windpipe,' he rasped, shooting you a watery, accusatory look that held no real heat as you tried to stifle a laugh. The flush was already spreading across his cheekbones, his tall frame going limp against the cushions. 'Mmm? What’d you say...?' he mumbled, his words slurring into a slow drawl. 'I’m... fallin’...' His eyelids drifted shut, his breathing…