Ethical Madness

It's past five fucking AM as I'm typing this ficlet up in the ljapp. I was snuggled up in bed, all ready for sleep (duels with the bastard mosquito in my room notwithstanding) when the effing muse hit me over the head and I had to lunge for the iPod and start typing. FML! Argh. And I feel a headache coming on. Brilliant.

Title: Untouchable
Pairing: Michael/Ayrton, unrequited
Rating: G/PG, surprisingly enough. I don't think this is comm material so I'll keep it here^^
A/N: Written at 5am on the iPod and unbetad, of course it might not make sense! Also, this in memory of my WriMo :p Also, angsty with a side of almost emo? Also, omg comments! They are my ambrosia.

( In the frost-killing hour )