The Randomness of Life Chapter 36~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VII

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Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse~William Shakespeare

Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write

Sometimes I wonder about my partner. He’s so intelligent, cunning...a perfect spy; if it weren’t for the fact that we’re best friends.

Spies aren’t supposed to have attachments, but ours, I think, makes us stronger.

Illya hides his past, his feelings...his soul; if he’d admit to having one.

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Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,

He lets free snippets of his vast information. What is truth or falsehoods? Is it from years in the spy business? Old habits...

I trust him with my life, and he trusts me and that’s all that counts in the long run.

His personal life doesn’t matter; yet still... I’m curious.

Reaching - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Illya?”

Napoleon came upon his partner as he was staring across the street, seemingly at nothing.

“Yes Napoleon… ‘

The Russian recognized an unspoken question in his friend’s expression.

“Oh, I was just observing that little girl.”

Napoleon saw her then, a little girl in coat and cap, standing on her tip toes as she stretched up to the evasive doorknob.
Both men took a moment to watch, each of them smiling at their own silent yearnings for what she represented.

“Do you think she’ll make it?”

Illya nodded, he recognized a certain determination.

“Yes.  Yes, I believe she will.”

The Randomness of Life Chapter 36~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drab challenge Section VII

[mlaw]

                                     

Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse~William Shakespeare

Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write

Sometimes I wonder about my partner. He’s so intelligent, cunning...a perfect spy; if it weren’t for the fact that we’re best friends.

Spies aren’t supposed to have attachments, but ours, I think, makes us stronger.

 

Illya hides his past, his feelings...his soul; if he’d admit to having one.

.


Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,

He lets free snippets of his vast information. What is truth or falsehoods? Is it from years in the spy business? Old habits...

I trust him with my life, and he trusts me and that’s all that counts in the long run.

His personal life doesn’t matter; yet still... I’m curious.

A Little Drabble Do Ya: Two Firsts Together

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“Mark, any lunch plans?”

“Napoleon! No, no plans. April is ‘aving lunch with Illya; says they ‘ave ‘things’ to discuss.”

“You sound a little jealous.”

Mark huffed, “I’m not jealous, but this is the fourth time in two weeks that they’ve ‘eaded out without us. We’re their partners! They can tell us anything!”

Napoleon clapped Mark’s shoulder. “First Russian, first female in UNCLE, they have feelings of isolation in common, I guess.”

Mark sighed, “Survival School trained us to ‘ave our partners’ back. I feel like I’m letting April down somehow.”

“You’re not. They know we’re here for them.”

“Right.”

A Little Drabble Do Ya - Wild Goose Chase Part 5

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Link to Part Four: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/279153.html

The trio ran towards Illya, Solo fearing the worst.

Drawing nearer, they saw a dishevelled blond figure sitting on something not far away from an overturned car.

“Illya, you okay? What happened?” Napoleon asked, seeing blood on his partner's leg.

“I am fine, it is nothing.”

Kuryakin indicated the lump he was sitting upon and they realised it was the THRUSH doctor.

“He shot me trying to escape, I have no darts, only live ammo, so the best option was to sit on him until you arrived,” Illya grinned slyly, “he is a lousy shot, but knows I am not.”