"Sneaking away on a frosty morning"~ for A Little Drabble do Ya!"

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

It was a cold morning, temperatures well below freezing.

Illya Kuryakin declined a lift to headquarters with Solo, walking instead... carrying a cardboard box with him.

A hard frost on his surroundings revived the Russian, that and memories.

Taking a circuitous route, he headed into Central Park.

Sitting on a bridge, he opened the box, revealing a pair of ice skates. He put them on, venturing down to the frozen pond, doing a tentative spin.

Like riding a bike, it came back to him along with the daydreams of a boy skating on a pond behind a little red dacha...

                                       

Breaking Ice - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

The glow of light from within the tiny cabin was a stark contrast to the cold ice on which it stood.  Inside two men were similarly contrasted in their moods.

"Honestly Napoleon, it is as though you have never been inconvenienced before.  This little shack, as you call it, is sufficient and convenient for our purposes."

Napoleon was covered by various forms of fleece and flannel, all of it made warmer by thermal underwear beneath.

"Look at me Illya!  I'm made for warm weather, even my coloring begs for sun.  You on the other hand…"

"Cool as an ice cube."

Run - A Little Drabble Do Ya! -Jan 21st

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

“Run Illya!! There isn’t much time.”

The Russian followed hard on Napoleon’s heels, without even knowing why they were running. All he knew was that the American had suddenly started sprinting and called for him to run after him. Glancing behind, Illya could see nothing or no-one in pursuit of them, which meant they must be dashing towards something.

“Napoleon, what’s your hurry?” he called to his partner’s back. “Are we late for an appointment with Mr Waverly?”

“No,” Solo yelled back. “We have to get to the end of this drabble before we run out of . . .”


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