here, have some spy au
so i said i wasn’t going to work on this fic right now, since i’ve got a couple others that i want to finish first, but they’re all at sort of sad points, and i’m just not feeling writing out arguments at the moment, so instead, you get some spy fic.
for previous thoughts and blurbs, check out the “that spy au" tag.
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Sidney pours him a drink, refills his own, and then heads over to the sofa. There’s plenty of room, but he sits right next to Evgeni: Sidney doesn’t like having his back to the door either, and this is their compromise, sitting inappropriately close together so that both of their natures are satisfied. “To late nights,” he says, lifting his glass to Evgeni’s. They clink the rims together, and Sidney takes a long drink, nearly draining his glass.
Evgeni takes a sip but mostly just watches Sidney swallow. “Should I ask what’s wrong?”