Меня не отпустило


Во-первых, я наконец нашла фик на свой вкус. По сути пересказ сезона с рефлексией, но мне нра. И в хэдканоны попадает.

It starts innocently enough. Stolen glances, innuendos, words laden with meanings buried so deep Alfred is almost certain he’s imagining it. His days are spent reading between the lines, pushing just a little further to gain mere millimetres of ground in this game of seduction and secrecy.
Their hands brush together, their eyes lock across crowded rooms, and Alfred has to avert his eyes to hide the affection, the desire, which he knows would be obvious to anyone who cared to look.


Во-вторых, мне казалось, что у меня были припасены гифки для этого поста, но нет, только вот по мелочи наскребла.

Гифки