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section7mfuShort Affair 6/13
Prompt: Window
Color: Crimson
Title: Serenade of Water [PREVIEW]
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: 680
This is a preview of sorts to a future oneshot, “Serenade of Water,” from my Baron of THRUSH arc, so I'm marking it as a WIP.
Illya scowled to himself as he donned a pair of short shorts and threw on a short-sleeved white polo shirt. He opted to leave the shirt unbutton as he glanced in the mirror; his scowl deepened as he looked at his skinny, gangly legs. How he wished that he could dress with a bit more dignity! Alas, the heat and the humidity of Hawaii in summertime made covering up a nightmare.
“And people call this paradise…?” he muttered.
“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it, Tovarisch,” Napoleon said from behind him.
“I did try it!” Illya said, turning to face him. “And from the moment I stepped out into this humid tropical climate, I…” The Russian trailed off, staring at his American partner, who had changed into a pair of cargo shorts and a loud, Hawaiian shirt that was bright crimson, splotched with colorful tropical flowers.
“Do I look that stunning?” Napoleon asked.
“You look like a bird trying to attract a mate with bright colors,” Illya said, flatly, giving him a searching look. “All that is missing is some sort of courtship dance…”
“Well, since you brought it up, I have been practicing my Hula ever since I found out we were going to be assigned to Hawaii…”
“Da, Napoleon, but we are here to trail the Baron; you are going to stand out like a sore thumb!”
“On the contrary, I’m actually going to blend right in,” Napoleon said, slipping on a pair of sunglasses. “Take a look out the window, and you’ll see that this is what most of the tourists here are wearing.”
“…Why?” Illya asked, flabbergasted.
“Funnily enough, I never questioned that,” Napoleon said, with a shrug, before heading to the mirror to check that his lotion was properly applied. “Need some suntan lotion for yourself, Illya?”
“I need sunscreen,” the Russian muttered, getting the bottle from his own luggage, which he had packed the moment he had caught wind of the notion that he was to be assigned on a mission in the tropics.
“You don’t tan?” Napoleon asked.
“No, I do not,” he replied, applying it. “I burn. And unless I use this sunscreen, by the end of the day, I shall look like your shirt.”
“Well, for future reference, in case you ever get a sunburn, you’ll find that a few paper towels soaked in vinegar can help you.”
“You would put an acidic substance on a sunburn?” Illya asked. “It sounds like an invitation to further pain.”
“I know it defies all logic, but it works,” Napoleon said.
“Are you speaking from personal experience?”
“No, but I have a cousin who swears by it. I’ve never actually had a sunburn…”
“…You would not,” Illya agreed. “Of course. What was I thinking?”
Illya didn’t question that; it seemed like the natural order of things—Napoleon Solo always looked 100% flawless… even when wearing a Hawaiian shirt so loud that Illya was certain it could be heard from the mainland.
Napoleon just grinned at his partner and checked his watch.
“Okay, according to the information we received, the Baron should be out on his yacht all afternoon starting at 2:30. That gives us a two-hour window for lunch and a short stroll down a nearby beach before we begin our surveillance,” he said.
“A walk in the peak of the sun’s heat, surrounded by tourists on a crowded beach? I can hardly wait,” Illya said, in a flat tone of voice.
“I thought you’d say that,” Napoleon said. “So I bought you this—from the gift shop downstairs.”
Illya was dreading something garish like Napoleon’s shirt, but he was pleasantly surprised when Napoleon tossed him a canvas sunhat instead.
“…Thank you, Napoleon,” he said, humbly. “I feel that this shall be useful, indeed.”
“Glad you like it,” Napoleon grinned. “Now how about we find something to eat before we take that walk?”
“Da,” the Russian replied, finally grinning, as well.
He donned his new hat and followed Napoleon out of the hotel room. Perhaps Hawaii wasn’t going to be that bad after all…
Prompt: Window
Color: Crimson
Title: Serenade of Water [PREVIEW]
Author: Rose of Pollux
Word Count: 680
This is a preview of sorts to a future oneshot, “Serenade of Water,” from my Baron of THRUSH arc, so I'm marking it as a WIP.
Illya scowled to himself as he donned a pair of short shorts and threw on a short-sleeved white polo shirt. He opted to leave the shirt unbutton as he glanced in the mirror; his scowl deepened as he looked at his skinny, gangly legs. How he wished that he could dress with a bit more dignity! Alas, the heat and the humidity of Hawaii in summertime made covering up a nightmare.
“And people call this paradise…?” he muttered.
“Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it, Tovarisch,” Napoleon said from behind him.
“I did try it!” Illya said, turning to face him. “And from the moment I stepped out into this humid tropical climate, I…” The Russian trailed off, staring at his American partner, who had changed into a pair of cargo shorts and a loud, Hawaiian shirt that was bright crimson, splotched with colorful tropical flowers.
“Do I look that stunning?” Napoleon asked.
“You look like a bird trying to attract a mate with bright colors,” Illya said, flatly, giving him a searching look. “All that is missing is some sort of courtship dance…”
“Well, since you brought it up, I have been practicing my Hula ever since I found out we were going to be assigned to Hawaii…”
“Da, Napoleon, but we are here to trail the Baron; you are going to stand out like a sore thumb!”
“On the contrary, I’m actually going to blend right in,” Napoleon said, slipping on a pair of sunglasses. “Take a look out the window, and you’ll see that this is what most of the tourists here are wearing.”
“…Why?” Illya asked, flabbergasted.
“Funnily enough, I never questioned that,” Napoleon said, with a shrug, before heading to the mirror to check that his lotion was properly applied. “Need some suntan lotion for yourself, Illya?”
“I need sunscreen,” the Russian muttered, getting the bottle from his own luggage, which he had packed the moment he had caught wind of the notion that he was to be assigned on a mission in the tropics.
“You don’t tan?” Napoleon asked.
“No, I do not,” he replied, applying it. “I burn. And unless I use this sunscreen, by the end of the day, I shall look like your shirt.”
“Well, for future reference, in case you ever get a sunburn, you’ll find that a few paper towels soaked in vinegar can help you.”
“You would put an acidic substance on a sunburn?” Illya asked. “It sounds like an invitation to further pain.”
“I know it defies all logic, but it works,” Napoleon said.
“Are you speaking from personal experience?”
“No, but I have a cousin who swears by it. I’ve never actually had a sunburn…”
“…You would not,” Illya agreed. “Of course. What was I thinking?”
Illya didn’t question that; it seemed like the natural order of things—Napoleon Solo always looked 100% flawless… even when wearing a Hawaiian shirt so loud that Illya was certain it could be heard from the mainland.
Napoleon just grinned at his partner and checked his watch.
“Okay, according to the information we received, the Baron should be out on his yacht all afternoon starting at 2:30. That gives us a two-hour window for lunch and a short stroll down a nearby beach before we begin our surveillance,” he said.
“A walk in the peak of the sun’s heat, surrounded by tourists on a crowded beach? I can hardly wait,” Illya said, in a flat tone of voice.
“I thought you’d say that,” Napoleon said. “So I bought you this—from the gift shop downstairs.”
Illya was dreading something garish like Napoleon’s shirt, but he was pleasantly surprised when Napoleon tossed him a canvas sunhat instead.
“…Thank you, Napoleon,” he said, humbly. “I feel that this shall be useful, indeed.”
“Glad you like it,” Napoleon grinned. “Now how about we find something to eat before we take that walk?”
“Da,” the Russian replied, finally grinning, as well.
He donned his new hat and followed Napoleon out of the hotel room. Perhaps Hawaii wasn’t going to be that bad after all…
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Date: 2016-06-13 08:37 pm (UTC)And indeed, sometimes, old home remedies are the best! ...Even with side effects. XD