May. 3rd, 2017
Kuryakin walked along the grey corridors of headquarters, his nose buried in folder. Wearing his tinted glasses, they kept slipping down his nose; without thinking about it, he pushed them back in place every few minutes.
“Psssst,” It came from a nearby utility closet.
Napoleon peeked out, pulling Illya inside.
“What is going on?”
“They’re back,” Napoleon whispered.
“They as in…?”
“Oh bother, what are they going to do to us now? Torture, romance, death or some bit of silliness?” Illya moaned.
"How are you feeling?"
"I've been better." The answer was terse, the lips a grim line of determination.
"Yeah, well about that…" Napoleon hoped his irascible partner wasn't too upset about the, uh…
"About that?" Illya stretched the emphases on the second word.
"Okay Illya, I admit that, I…. well, you see…"
Illya stopped, the crutch beneath his right arm suddenly still and yet ominous in its potential for harming a man. One man.
"I didn't trip you on purpose."
"…" The lingering accusation was clear.
"I was trying to get something out of your way."
I'm just wondering how this is all going. I tend to post on DW and copy the link here. Of course I haven't written or posted anything significant lately, so I'm depending on those of you who have to set this on course.
I ask because DW is a valid archive for us, especially since older entries should all be there now even as they are here on LJ, going back to 2012. Are you more satisfied utilizing the secondary outlets?
I suppose it doesn't really matter, but it seems like something we might talk about.