PicFic 1/22

[avirra.livejournal.com]

Bad Luck

When it was all over, Napoleon stared at the mirror that had taken the bullets in his stead. Seeing his partner fixated on the cracked surface, Illya walked up behind him, peering over his shoulder to study the mirror briefly himself before commenting.

"Nice grouping."

That broke Napoleon's stare and he swiveled his neck to look closely at his partner.

"Nice grouping? Is that all you have to say about it? Nice grouping?"

"No."

Keeping his expression perfectly neutral, Illya moved forward and nudged one piece of fallen silvered glass with the toe of his shoe.

"This means THRUSH will have seven years of bad luck."

That completed the task of breaking Napoleon from his morbid thoughts and he laughed, shaking his head.

"You really believe THRUSH will have seven years of bad luck because they shot a mirror, Illya?"

"No. I believe THRUSH will have bad luck because I intend to make sure of it."

"Sounds like a worthwhile goal. Mind if I lend a hand on that project?"

The familiar sly smile formed on Illya's face.

"I was counting on it."

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh I can sooo see this conversation taking place. This was great, and nicely visual I might add. Good take on the pic and staying away from that box, wait...oh that's right you lost yours. :D

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Illya is too modest. He gave THRUSH a lot more than seven years, and THRUSH would say it was a lot more than bad luck.

Thanks. That's a good and original idea.

[carabele.livejournal.com]

Light and yet serious too. Really liked this take on the shattered glass.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Very sly indeed, both the smile and the perspective you give us.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Enjoyed it, and knowing Illya he'll be true to his word.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Now he know how to make Napoleon laugh.