Absent But Aware...

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

I want to thank everyone who carries on with Section VII, even when I'm not here to participate.  I've had a run of events that have kept me away from home quite a lot and will continue to do so through the weekend.  Some of it is work, some of it is helping a relative ... all of it away from the computer.
I will hopefully have my own Back to School story up by at least the end of this challenge, but in the meantime, y'all are awesome.  I'm going to try and get some reading done in the next few days, catch up with everything you're posting.
Okay, I just wanted to check in and let you know I'm here in spirit.

"They would have to do"~ For a Little Drabble do Ya!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

This is from my collection of half-drabbles based upon stanzas or lines from a poem.

Prompted by: Woman in Love-Ranier Maria Rilke

and where does the night begin

Illya reached out, touching his finger to the cheek of the beautiful blonde cuddled up next to him.  Their eyes met, and after a split second of hesitation they kissed.

“Mmmm, I have been wanting to do that all day,” he smiled, as he came up for air.

“Me too.” Sigh….

depths, darkened, mute.

They kissed again, both letting their hands roam this time, and one by one articles of clothing were slowly removed and they made love, moving slowly as they explored each other with lips and tongues.

It was a wonderful night.

it let him go again.

Soon the sun was rising, and Illya knew it was at an end. He had to leave and rejoin his partner who’d encouraged him to sneak off into the night with the girl.

It was rare that Illya was attracted this way, and involving himself in a one-night stand.

my fate now gazes at me.

He dressed just as the rays of the sun appeared, and bending to her one last time, he kissed her.

“Will I see you again Illya?”

“Would that I could promise that and the world to you, but alas I cannot.”

Her lips pouted, calling him back.

swayed this way and that,

He was sorely tempted to take off his clothes, and make love to her again, but no...he could not.  Duty called to him like a trumpet sounding the charge.

Illya Kuryakin was not meant for this... he needed the closeness but it seemed he would forever be denied it.

inside some other life.

Perhaps someday he would find love, contentment... maybe even a family of his own, that was if he lived to see forty.  For now, those things were best thought of as not meant to be. UNCLE was his life, as was Napoleon and for now they would have to do.

LIFECYCLE: FEAR -- Final Reminder

[carabele.livejournal.com]

Just a reminder that our final LIFECYCLE of the year, that encompassing FEAR, opens for posting here on section7mfu in a little more than a week, e.g., on Saturday, August 22nd remaining open through Saturday, August 29th.

Guidelines for the LIFECYCLE: FEAR seasonal challenge can be found here.

To paraphrase a famous quote: Thinking will not overcome fear, but action (as in writing for the LIFECYCLE challenge) will!

Unbreakable? - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - August 12th

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

“This unpleasantness will be a lot less painful if you’d simply comply.”

Illya remained silent, refusing to be broken.

“Very well,” his tormenter replied, I shall have to go and bring in the big guns.”

Left alone, Kuryakin allowed his agony to show briefly, but composed himself when a second man entered the room. He was surprised the situation had gone this high up.

“I do not appreciate being dragged down here, Mr Kuryakin. I’m a busy man, not your nanny. You’re meant to be a grown adult, so take the pain medication the doctor has prescribed."

“Yes, Mr Waverly.”

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Accounting Problems - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

"That can't be right, your expenses are higher than mine this month?"

"That's supposed to be confidential, Napoleon...give me that!"

"$840 dollars on vodka in a single night?! And accounting approved it? Illya..."

"It was very good vodka."

"It would have to be."

"You will remember that Mr Waverly wished me to surreptitiously glean information from the crew of that Russian frigate a few weeks ago?"

"Yes....?"

"It was Great Socialist Revolution Day."

"Ah. You know, at least that explains this memo that's been circulated."

"Mmm?"

"Accounting would like to respectfully suggest that you leave your liver to medical science."