The Randomness of life Chapter 61~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 9/25

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

A triple drabble, inspired by this two stanza poem:

Prompted by: That is solemn we have ended~Emily Dickinson

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That is solemn we have ended

Be it but a Play

Or a Glee among the Garret

Or a Holiday



Or a leaving Home, or later,

Parting with a Word

We have understood for better

Still to be explained.

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Illya Kuryakin stood with his partner at the graveside of the latest UNCLE agent to have died in the line of duty. The man had saved his life, taking the bullet meant for him.

It should be him laying down there in the cold earth.  Tomorrow it might be...

“For someone who can be pretty cold-hearted at times, you’re bothered by this one aren’t you... that’s not to say I’m not too, but this isn’t like you. You seem more than your usual melancholy self,” Napoleon said as they walked slowly among the tombstones.

“For pity’s sake, can you not just leave it alone? That man died in my place.” Illya spoke harshly.

“And how many times have you saved my life doing what he did, the only difference is you lived.”

“Point taken. Now can we go for a drink...my Russian soul craves one right now.”

They disappeared to the nearest tavern, hiding in a booth. Drinks ordered, toasts made, then silence. Napoleon said nothing, knowing Kuryakin needed it.

A few rounds later, Illya finally spoke.

“Thank you for tolerating me and my moods. I feel  a bit better now. We have our jobs to do and he was simply doing his.  We protect each other, that is part of it.  We do not wish to die, but if we must, we must.”

“That’s rather fatalistic, don’t you think?”

“I am just being me, you know that my friend

“Yes I suppose I do, tovarisch.” Napoleon smiled, tossing down money to pay the tab.“Come on chum, back to headquarters, I have reports that need typing,” he chuckled.

“Ah a price to be paid for Dr. Solo’s services?” Illya half smiled.

“Moi, charge for my help?”

Illya crossed his arms, glaring  at his partner... not rolling his eyes, for once, before he smiled.

                                       

Comments

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

Reflections on a difficult life lived. Good one.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Illya, I would imagine, has to have varying degrees of 'survivors guilt.'

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

This really is well written and moving. Lovely ending.

And typing reports can be excellent therapy.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks...and fixed the little faux pas. Thanks again for the heads up on that.:D

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

If it didn't bother Ik I'd be worried about his soul. Remorse isn't always bad.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

I think the way he feels proves he has a soul (and a conscience too) Thanks!