Sep. 19th, 2012

[identity profile] rachaeljurassic.livejournal.com

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Two stars

He should get up and do something. Anything. No use just sitting here wallowing. He sighed loudly. This was ridiculous.

Illya continued to stare at the floor thinking, not for the first time, that he should have bought a more comfortable sofa. But even the springs playing havoc with his rear end couldn’t rouse him to action.

He could read a book – he had a pile borrowed from the library. He could eat – there must be something in the fridge. He could drink, listen to music.

He wanted to do none of these things...except perhaps drink.


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[identity profile] rachaeljurassic.livejournal.com

562_original

Two stars

He should get up and do something. Anything. No use just sitting here wallowing. He sighed loudly. This was ridiculous.

Illya continued to stare at the floor thinking, not for the first time, that he should have bought a more comfortable sofa. But even the springs playing havoc with his rear end couldn’t rouse him to action.

He could read a book – he had a pile borrowed from the library. He could eat – there must be something in the fridge. He could drink, listen to music.

He wanted to do none of these things...except perhaps drink.


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[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

“Go ahead, Leona.  Remember what I told you,” Napoleon whispered to the three year old as they stood outside Illya’s bedroom door.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered back before knocking on the door.

“Who is it?”

“Leona Nicole!”

“Come.”

The little girl ran to the bed, climbed up and began to kiss the Russian’s head.  “Happy birfday, Papa!  Happy birfday!”

Illya laughed as he hugged her close.  “Thank you, Daughter!  I could not have asked for a better way to wake up than your face and kisses.”

“Daddy is making a special breakfast!”

“This day just keeps getting better and better.”

[identity profile] alynwa.livejournal.com

“Go ahead, Leona.  Remember what I told you,” Napoleon whispered to the three year old as they stood outside Illya’s bedroom door.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered back before knocking on the door.

“Who is it?”

“Leona Nicole!”

“Come.”

The little girl ran to the bed, climbed up and began to kiss the Russian’s head.  “Happy birfday, Papa!  Happy birfday!”

Illya laughed as he hugged her close.  “Thank you, Daughter!  I could not have asked for a better way to wake up than your face and kisses.”

“Daddy is making a special breakfast!”

“This day just keeps getting better and better.”

[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
The guys had to work late tonight, so this is late as well.  Happy Birthday DMc/IK... Cheers!  A double drabble for the double birthday.
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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
The guys had to work late tonight, so this is late as well.  Happy Birthday DMc/IK... Cheers!  A double drabble for the double birthday.
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