Feb. 19th, 2019

[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com
Better late than never, so here I am.  This one is just odd, I let it go where it seemed to want to go and now I have something that may need additional chapters.  Dunno...let me know what you think please.
Prompts: Wool, Yellow
Word Count: 1218... slightly over.
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The room was lit by a solitary candle, its yellow flame flickering at the whim of the occasional gust of air that came through cracks in seemingly ancient walls.  Illya Kuryakin was seated in an upholstered chair that was fashioned to look like a throne, or at least that was the impression he had of it.  The wood trim had been weathered and cracked over the years, the fabric was tattered and torn.  Whatever grandeur it had once portrayed was long ago vanished.

A rather substantial rope was wound around it and Illya’s  torso, holding him securely as a THRUSH calling himself Toka questioned the blond agent from UNCLE.

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[identity profile] mrua7.livejournal.com

This story incorporates both photo prompts.

Illya was doing an overnight shift at headquarters as a favor to Napoleon.  His latest paramour outside of headquarters was an airline stewardess, and she had a three day weekend, of couirse Solo wanted to join her.


Given Kuryakin was on light duty due to an injury received on his last assignment, he figured to himself that since he wasn’t doing anything special, so why not?

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[identity profile] jantojones.livejournal.com
Illya is confined to light duty.

Click the prompt pic to go to AO3.


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