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Aug. 29th, 2012
A Little Drabble will do ya!--Games
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jkkitty.livejournal.comThe car took off roaring into the rain, and the storm prevented the occupants from seeing clearly out the front windshield.
The driver focused on the end of the line. Wheels squealed as he took the turns on the road, stones could be heard hitting other cars as they were passed. Other vicheles were sent flying off the side of the mountain as the car thundered by.
Finally, a turn was missed and the racing car lost it traction, sending it soaring down the ravine.
Napoleon heard his partner yell, “Proklyatie, we are dead.”
“Honestly Illya, it’s just a arcade game.”
A Little Drabble will do ya!--Games
Aug. 29th, 2012 09:25 amjkkitty.livejournal.comThe car took off roaring into the rain, and the storm prevented the occupants from seeing clearly out the front windshield.
The driver focused on the end of the line. Wheels squealed as he took the turns on the road, stones could be heard hitting other cars as they were passed. Other vicheles were sent flying off the side of the mountain as the car thundered by.
Finally, a turn was missed and the racing car lost it traction, sending it soaring down the ravine.
Napoleon heard his partner yell, “Proklyatie, we are dead.”
“Honestly Illya, it’s just a arcade game.”
Watching Television
Aug. 29th, 2012 09:31 amalynwa.livejournal.com“Dinner was excellent, as always, Napoleon. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Tovarisch. Let’s watch The Ed Sullivan show.”
“What is that thing supposed to be?”
Napoleon replied, “That’s Topo Gigio, the Italian mouse. I like him, he’s funny.”
Illya rolled his eyes in amusement. “You like a little mouse puppet!” he laughed, “How…cute. If THRUSH could see you now!”
“Not so fast, you hypocritical Russian! You were laughing at Speedy Gonzalez cartoons yesterday! I prefer my puppet to your cartoon character any day.”
“Speedy is funny! However, I sincerely hope no one discovers how much we like ethnic rodents.”
“Me, too.”
Watching Television
Aug. 29th, 2012 09:31 amalynwa.livejournal.com“Dinner was excellent, as always, Napoleon. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Tovarisch. Let’s watch The Ed Sullivan show.”
“What is that thing supposed to be?”
Napoleon replied, “That’s Topo Gigio, the Italian mouse. I like him, he’s funny.”
Illya rolled his eyes in amusement. “You like a little mouse puppet!” he laughed, “How…cute. If THRUSH could see you now!”
“Not so fast, you hypocritical Russian! You were laughing at Speedy Gonzalez cartoons yesterday! I prefer my puppet to your cartoon character any day.”
“Speedy is funny! However, I sincerely hope no one discovers how much we like ethnic rodents.”
“Me, too.”
mrua7.livejournal.com
She was nearly naked, moving sensually, undulating slowly. Her hands above her head with fingers telling a story like a Balinese dancer.
His hand dropped, mesmerized by her movement, with his libido suddenly calling to him.
Illya stood transfixed, a spell woven over him by her, unable to free his gaze. She was too... desirable.
A gunshot broke the spell. She collapsed.
“She would have gotten you tovarisch.” Napoleon held up a poison needle, taken from her hand.
mrua7.livejournal.comShe was nearly naked, moving sensually, undulating slowly. Her hands above her head with fingers telling a story like a Balinese dancer.
His hand dropped, mesmerized by her movement, with his libido suddenly calling to him.
Illya stood transfixed, a spell woven over him by her, unable to free his gaze. She was too... desirable.
A gunshot broke the spell. She collapsed.
“She would have gotten you tovarisch.” Napoleon held up a poison needle, taken from her hand.
mrua7.livejournal.com
Prompted by: Moon Fishing~Lisel Mueller
.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.”
.
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.”
.
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.”
.
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.
mrua7.livejournal.comPrompted by: Moon Fishing~Lisel Mueller
.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.”
.
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.”
.
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.”
.
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.
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