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elinorwise“So,” he says, “we just lied to two innocent women, parishioners of mine, who just want to be good parents.”
“For the best. Trust me.”
“If Elisha finds out,” Tomás says, voice warning, taking a step closer. He doesn’t have to finish his sentence. Marcus grins, puts his hands on his arms.
“If Elisha finds out,” he promises solemnly, “I’ll take the bullet. Father.”
Tomás shivers, swallows. “Good. Now that’s sorted — can you, can you not flirt with my parishioners, please?”
Marcus winces, drops his hands. Tomás blinks, surprised to have had such an effect. “I’m sorry,” he says. “Swear to God, it was only to distract her. Thought she was maybe going to eat me alive. Little bit frightening, that woman.”
“What — no,” Tomás says. “No, I’m not mad. I know you were just trying to...I know what it was, what it wasn’t. I’m not...” Marcus scowls, catches his eye, looks quizzically at him. Tomás can feel a blush creeping up his neck, right to the tops of his ears. “I’m not... mad,” he says again, changing the inflection slightly this time, voice dropping. Marcus’ eyes widen.
“Oh,” he croaks.
“You looked — you looked very intense.”
“And you — liked that?”
Tomás opens his mouth, and then laughs, putting his hands to his face. “Stop. Stop it.”
“You’re blushing,” Marcus crows.
“You’re blushing worse — ” Tomás doesn’t have to look to know that. But when Marcus catches his chin, Tomás drops his hands from his face, and he sees that he’s right.
Бож-же мой.
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Иногда ужасно не хватает Холиварочного смайла с плачущим котиком.
Последняя глава выложена в феврале 2018. Последний коммент к ней - в этом сентябре: читатель говорит, что подписался, скрестил пальцы и будет ждать.
Сделала то же самое - ну, собственно, а что еще остается. Хотя надежды мало.
С другой стороны, Emungere бросала "Инерцию" на ШЕСТЬ ЛЕТ - а потом все-таки вернулась. Мне еще повезло наткнуться на фик относительно поздно, так что не пришлось очень долго ждать.
Но переводить я его всё равно начала раньше, чем он закончился. Смелая была, однако))
“For the best. Trust me.”
“If Elisha finds out,” Tomás says, voice warning, taking a step closer. He doesn’t have to finish his sentence. Marcus grins, puts his hands on his arms.
“If Elisha finds out,” he promises solemnly, “I’ll take the bullet. Father.”
Tomás shivers, swallows. “Good. Now that’s sorted — can you, can you not flirt with my parishioners, please?”
Marcus winces, drops his hands. Tomás blinks, surprised to have had such an effect. “I’m sorry,” he says. “Swear to God, it was only to distract her. Thought she was maybe going to eat me alive. Little bit frightening, that woman.”
“What — no,” Tomás says. “No, I’m not mad. I know you were just trying to...I know what it was, what it wasn’t. I’m not...” Marcus scowls, catches his eye, looks quizzically at him. Tomás can feel a blush creeping up his neck, right to the tops of his ears. “I’m not... mad,” he says again, changing the inflection slightly this time, voice dropping. Marcus’ eyes widen.
“Oh,” he croaks.
“You looked — you looked very intense.”
“And you — liked that?”
Tomás opens his mouth, and then laughs, putting his hands to his face. “Stop. Stop it.”
“You’re blushing,” Marcus crows.
“You’re blushing worse — ” Tomás doesn’t have to look to know that. But when Marcus catches his chin, Tomás drops his hands from his face, and he sees that he’s right.
Бож-же мой.
.......................................................................................................................
Иногда ужасно не хватает Холиварочного смайла с плачущим котиком.
Последняя глава выложена в феврале 2018. Последний коммент к ней - в этом сентябре: читатель говорит, что подписался, скрестил пальцы и будет ждать.
Сделала то же самое - ну, собственно, а что еще остается. Хотя надежды мало.
С другой стороны, Emungere бросала "Инерцию" на ШЕСТЬ ЛЕТ - а потом все-таки вернулась. Мне еще повезло наткнуться на фик относительно поздно, так что не пришлось очень долго ждать.
Но переводить я его всё равно начала раньше, чем он закончился. Смелая была, однако))
