Picfic Tuesday 01-22 : Never Were Truer Words Spoken

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Napoleon was bored, he’d spent the last four hours going through a stack of reports left on his desk, he looked across to where Illya usually sat, but the Russian’s place was empty.

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Picfic Tuesday 01-22 : Never Were Truer Words Spoken

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Napoleon was bored, he’d spent the last four hours going through a stack of reports left on his desk, he looked across to where Illya usually sat, but the Russian’s place was empty.

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In A Mirror Darkly- PicFic 1/22/13

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Napoleon Solo was not an overly sensitive man, his emotional make up tended to place him outside the realm of overt displays of real feelings.  He was an expert at portraying emotional depth, but as was true for most men in his profession, to possess more than was necessary could prove fatal.

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Waiting - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Cold air wafted through the broken slats that held the old cabin together.  Napoleon Solo was bundled in an old canvas tarp he had found over what had once been some type of farm equipment.  Why it was inside rather than out … He wasn’t a farmer so had no answer.

Illya was out there somewhere, and Napoleon didn’t know if he was dead or alive. Only one of them had gotten away with the coveted prize of a microchip embedded with vital information. 

Communicators remained silent as the landscape disguised itself in a shroud of white.

Time to wait.

Zaporoche ~ an Illya backstory~ chapter 2

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link to chapter 1:http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/218041.html

 
Illya helped feed his siblings while mama and baba made the finishing touches on supper, adding just a bit of water and some more spices to  stretch out the meal.

They served Ragu iz Ovoshchey, a vegetable stew in which the ingredients were cooked until soft in texture, and consisted of common root vegetables, potatoes, onions, garlic, carrots and beets. Marina took a large loaf of dark rye bread from the oven, letting it cool a little before slicing it, and to accompany the bread there was a plate of fresh butter as the Kuryakins were still lucky enough to have a dairy cow. They and some of their neighbors depended on the animal as supplies were short after the cold winter.

The priest was given the seat at the head of the table where Nicholaí Kuryakin would sit as head of the household, but he and his eldest son Dimitry were still deep within the forest of Bykivnia. It was rare now when they would suddenly appear for a visit, bringing some supplies to the family.

Tanya knew it was a matter of time before the cow would have to be slaughtered as there would not be enough feed for her, that would leave them only with the chickens and whatever game was brought to them.

Illya had been taught to shoot and had gone hunting with his father and took down a deer, but in the process he was nearly killed by a wolf. * Tanya refused to let him try to hunt on his own, that she was adamant about.

Father Demya folded his hands in prayer as did the Tanya, Marina and Illya. The other three children had been fed and put to bed early. Katiya shared a room with Sasha and Misha. Illya would sleep with his grandmother, so his mother could use his bed while the priest would have Illya's parents bed, the best bed.

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Zaporoche~an Illya backstory~ chapter 2

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 link to chapter 1: section7mfu.livejournal.com/218041.html

Illya helped feed his siblings while mama and baba made the finishing touches on supper, adding just a bit of water and some more spices to stretch out the meal.

They served Ragu iz Ovoshchey, a vegetable stew in which the ingredients were cooked until soft in texture, and consisting of common root vegetables,  potatoes, onions, garlic, carrots and beets.  Marina  took a large loaf of dark rye bread from the oven, letting it cool a little before slicing it, and to accompany the bread there was a plate of fresh butter.  The Kuryakins were still lucky enough to have a dairy cow.  They and some of their neighbors depended on the animal as supplies were short after the cold winter.

The priest was given the seat at the head of the table where Nicholaí Kuryakin would sit as head of the household, but he and his eldest son Dimitry were still deep within the forest of Bykivnia. It was rare now when they would suddenly appear for a visit, bringing some supplies to the family.

Tanya knew it was a matter of time before the cow would have to be slaughtered as there would not be enough feed for her, that would leave them only with the chickens and whatever game was brought to them.

Illya had been taught to shoot and had gone hunting with his father and took down a deer, but in the process he was nearly killed by a wolf. * Tanya refused to let him try to hunt on his own, that she was adamant about.

Father Demya folded his hands in prayer as did the Tanya, Marina and Illya. The other three children had been fed and put to bed early. Katiya shared a room with Sasha and Misha. Illya would sleep with his grandmother, so his mother could use his bed while the priest would have Illya’s parents bed, the best bed.

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The Randomness of Life Chapter 25~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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  Prompted by: Witch-Wife ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

And her mouth on a valentine.

Her lips were so soft, so desirable when we kissed. They were mine or so I thought the times when I was able to see her, my Marion.

Yet there was something in her eyes, it was distant. She was lost someplace else when we made love.  

I gave her all I could.

.

Or steps leading into the sea.

I would watch her walking in the sand as the waves would gently roll in, stealing her footprints away as though they had never existed.

“Illya,” she would whisper, reaching her hand to me, sometimes I would grasp hers.  I sensed something was wrong, but she would not say it.

.

And she never will be all mine.

I think back now, and should have guessed why she said good bye. What I had to give her was not enough.

Marrying her had many risks of leaving her a young widow... and what if there were children?

No, Marion was never meant to be mine, nor I hers. Sigh.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Leona's Valentines, A Sugar & Spies Drabble

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“Daddy, what’s a balentine?”

“What, Sweetie?”

“In school, we’re making Balentine’s Day cards and Joey said he wants my card because he’s my boyfriend.”

Illya sputtered, “Boyfriend?  You are five!  Who is this Joey?”

“Oh, you mean a Valentine.  That is a person that you love; you give the card to show you care.”

“Papa, Joey’s my friend, but I told him he’s not my boyfriend.  I told him the only boys I love are you and Daddy.  I’m making you both Balentine’s cards!”

Dochʲ, vi dyelayetye nam ochyenʲ gordimsya!*   We will be your boyfriends for years.”

“Yes,” Leona replied.

*Daughter, you make us proud!

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Leona's Valentines, A Sugar & Spies Drabble

[alynwa]

“Daddy, what’s a balentine?”

“What, Sweetie?”

“In school, we’re making Balentine’s Day cards and Joey said he wants my card because he’s my boyfriend.”

Illya sputtered, “Boyfriend? You are five! Who is this Joey?”

“Oh, you mean a Valentine. That is a person that you love; you give the card to show you care.”

“Papa, Joey’s my friend, but I told him he’s not my boyfriend. I told him the only boys I love are you and Daddy. I’m making you both Balentine’s cards!”

Dochʲ, vi dyelayetye nam ochyenʲ gordimsya!* We will be your boyfriends for years.”
“Yes,” Leona replied.


*Daughter, you make us proud!

A Little Drabble Do Ya - The Pick Up Part Six

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Link to The Pick Up Part Five: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/215827.html

The Pick Up Part Six.

Illya woke to the sound of groaning, it was a few minutes before he realised the noise was coming from him. He sat up carefully, rubbing the lump on the back of his head.

“Napoleon, are you alright?”

“I think that’s me.” Solo answered, “I’m fine but stop shouting.”

“I was not. I think our friend was tipped off.”

Napoleon helped Illya up and they started down the corridor.

“Mmm, I think you’re right, tovarisch. How’s your head?”

“Playing host to stampeding elephants. What now?”

“I placed a tracker on our Mr. Dubois when he brushed past me.”

“Clever American.”

When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Six (A)

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I'm having to post in two parts due to length.

llya's carefully made plans don't quite go right!

Link to Part Five: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/216426.html

First Section of Part Six Below The Cut.



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When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Six (B)

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I'm having to post in two parts due to length.

llya's carefully made plans don't quite go right!

Link to Part Six (A): http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/221830.html

Second Section of Part Six Below The Cut.



( When Plans Don't Go To Plan - Part Six (B) )