Fearless - A Little Drabble Do Ya

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

“When did you learn to be fearless?”

The two agents looked at the boy who had become their charge after rescuing him from a THRUSH satrapy devoted to brainwashing students.

“Fearless? What do you mean by that?”

Illya’s question in response to the boy’s own seemed to disarm the youngster.

“You guys. You just rushed in and… and saved me. And you weren’t afraid.”

Napoleon smiled, a slight hint of discomfort behind the effort. He was bleeding still, the bullet in his arm a reminder of his… bravery.

“We aren’t fearless son. We had a job to do.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

Comments

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Your drabble fits the expression on Napoleon's face perfectly.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Thanks, I thought it was very moody and slightly pensive.