Тумблер как прорвало, хотя я не жалуюсь.
Почему?
Во-первых, фик действительно роскошный.
Во-вторых, люди делают к нему не менее потрясающий фанарт.
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"Clearly, during my tenure as Mayor, my office did not foresee that you would break my curse and we’d have trolls and goblins running amok in Storybrooke. If I did, maybe I would’ve considered your request for flashbang grenades and a rocket launcher."
Running out of things to say, of hollow words to ramble out, they stare at one another, eyes to lips, lips to eyes. Turning an even darker shade of crimson, they quickly avert their gaze, bristling in place.