"The Randomness of life" chapter 64 for a Little Drabble do Ya, Wednesday Challenge on Section VII

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Prompted by: Enough~Sara Teasdale

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The same great roof of stars is dim.

Illya Kuryakin stood on the fire escape outside his window. A cold night and he could barely see the stars as the sky clouded, seeming so distant, and he wondered were they the same back.... it had been so long.

Missing Russia; he tried to shut out the city din... remembering the quiet of Moskva.

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Blow by like music over me.

It began to snow heavily,  muffling the sounds of the city.

Illya closed his eyes, pretending to be on a balcony back home, letting the flakes land on his face.

Their stings played a symphony of awareness that washed over him until a cold wind blew.

“In from your dream...”

Expectations- A Little Drabble Do Ya

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“Did you read my report, Illya?”  Napoleon felt a surge of pride as he reflected on the work he had done this time; for once in his life he had wanted to write a report on a mission.
Illya nodded absently, his glasses making eye contact difficult from behind the dark lenses.
“I did.  Thank you for doing it.”
The fledgling writer was slightly deflated by that response.  He had expected something a bit more… enthusiastic.
“Is that all?”
Illya looked up, removing the glasses to better examine his partner.
“What is wrong Napoleon?”
“Nothing.  I just thought…”
Crazy American.