The Randomness of Life Chapter 7 ~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Alf-drabbles inspired by lines from a single random poem.

Prompted by: Moon Fishing~Lisel Mueller

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and one with a silver cup.

It was one of the few times he’d seen Napoleon truly drunk. He sat sprawled on the living room floor, looking at a photo album, waxing poetic.

“I loved her, but she didn’t love U.N.C.L.E....did I make a mistake with Clara?”

“Do not second guess, it will do no good.”

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net of shimmering threads,

Did you ever love someone?

Illya bowed his head; it was such a personal question.

“I was young...it was not real love but infatuation.

“First kiss?”

“Ten”

“First time you made love?”

“Sixteen.”

“Regrets?”

“Many.”

“And they are?” Napoleon pushed.

“That is your allotment of questions for the year.”

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You must cut out your hearts and bait your hooks

“There is no place for love in our lives I think,” Illya said, “How
could there be when we could be dead tomorrow?”

“I suppose you’re right, wouldn’t be fair to a woman would it?
There’s time enough for love when we retire I suppose.”

“You are ever the optimist.”
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and drink as you never have,

It was a suicide mission. No one at headquarters hesitated telling them that. Yet a pool was started, betting on them to live or die.  

“Let’s celebrate, drinks tonight, Illya. I bet on us in the pool today.”

“I think we will die.”

“Oh ye of little faith, tovarisch.” Napoleon smiled.

Comments

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Excellent

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Some Solo-centric, thought you'd enjoy.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

do like when he is there.

[carabele.livejournal.com]

"I think we will die."

Oh come now, Illya. What do you really think? [laugh]

But actually this is an excellent serious piece. Just couldn't resist a little poke at Illya's bluntness. [chuckle]

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks, yes he is always blunt and ever the fatalist, perfect counterpoint to Napoleon's unflappable optimism.

Glad you liked it!

[reapermum.livejournal.com]

So they bet both ways. :~)

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Maybe, but if they die, they can't collect. I like Napoleon's optimistic outlook better, but you can't fault the Russian for his blunt honesty.

Thanks for commenting!

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Great! Love Napoleon "pushing" about Illya's personal life...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

That was my favorite one, and you know Illya never one to reveal much from his past, and if he did, he always left you wondering if he was lying or not. In this case he wasn't. :D

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

PS forgot to say Thank you for commenting! Always appreciated!

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

All of them are so good! Just wonderful.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I'm really loving doing this series. As you saw by "A Leaf Moves' on FF.net, at least one developed into a longer story. I have a second, very different one in the works again based on one of the Randomness chapters.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thought provoking, these two and others like them wondering about what the next day will bring, or if they will live to see it.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Definitely conversations they'd have at one time or another. They can't face all that danger and risk of death and still not think about surviving and the price they're paid so far for the work they do.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

PS, I keep doing this... thanks for reading and commenting.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Not to worry; the reply implies your undying gratitude ;0

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

yes that's exactly right. :D

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Can you imagine if they bothered to find out who bet against them? Would like to be a fly on the wall for that conversation. hee hee. Thanks!