
a double drabble today
Prompted by: Epitaph For A Darling Lady~Dorthy Parker
All her hours were yellow sands,
Blown in foolish whorls and tassels;
Slipping warmly through her hands;
Patted into little castles.
Shiny day on shiny day
Tumble in a rainbow clutter,
As she flipped them all away,
Sent them spinning down the gutter.
Leave for her a red young rose,
Go your way, and save your pity;
She is happy, for she knows
That her dust is very pretty.
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Illya Kuryakin stared at his partner, not sure if he wanted to give him
a bear hug or to slug him. He reached down, giving Napoleon a hand up.
Solo said nothing, dusting off his suit, seeing the seam on his left shoulder shredded beyond repair.
"Waverly is going to kill me," he mumbled.
"That is all you have to say,"Illya snapped" Angelique tries to kill you after you made love to her and that is it?"
Napoleon sniggered. "If she wanted to really kill me...I'd be dead." He flashed a grin at the frowning Russian. "What can I say... the Solo luck."
"There will come a day when your luck fails you and I will not be nearby to save you from that...woman."
"Hey, you know I could easily kill her myself...and leave her to turn to pretty dust."
"I think not. It would most likely be me who does the deed and not you."
"Well hopefully tovarisch that day won't come anytime soon..."
Illya would never understand Napoleon's fascination with the THRUSH temptress; wondering if it were better if he eliminated her before she killed his friend.
That thought he would keep to himself...