Melancholy Meanderings~ for A Littie Drabble Do Ya

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Illya sat alone in Alexander Waverly’s office. The Old Man wasn’t there; he was off having a game of chess at his club. Napoleon was on assignment, as were April and Mark.

He realized how lonely his life was. Yet it was of his own making, keeping to himself, and erecting a barrier of aloofness.

Was it good? Was it to protect himself from the pryings of others, or to minimize feelings of loss if an acquaintance died?

His friends were few. No, better to keep it that way; less to feel sad if he were the one to die...

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Arghhh...stab me in the heart with that one!

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oooh no no no no no... Illya has to have his down moments now and then, given his tortured Russian soul and all that.

Thanks for commenting!

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

So sad, but the friends he has cares for him alot.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thanks, better to have a few true friends.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Sad way to look at life; poor Illya sounded depressed. Interesting drabble.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

thanks! It sort of began not quite as sad, but when I found the picture, that's when it went so melancholy.

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Poor Illya! He needs some comfort. Of course, I volunteer...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you...I think there is already a long line, so join in. I don't think he'll mind.

[reapermum.livejournal.com]

Poor lamb.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

And we all just want to mother him, don't we? :D