A Double Drabble and Another One of Svetlana's Gorgeous Pics
Here is another of Svetlana's gorgeous pictures and a double drabble I wrote in response:
Illya had spent two weeks in this damned ravine, surrounded by THRUSH goons, just because he blew up their carefully hidden satrapy. How was he supposed to know that half the guards were due back, that very day, from leave in the nearby town? He had held them off so far; but now, filthy, exhausted, thirsty, starving, and out of ammunition, concern was setting in.
He swung the butt of his automatic rifle at the sound of a displaced pebble behind him, and missed the grinning face by eight inches. Napoleon caught him in his arms, still grinning.
“How did you ge…?” Illya croaked through his dry throat, but was silenced by a mind searing kiss.
“Where there’s a will…” Napoleon quoted, handing him a canteen full of water.
Illya drank his fill, still wrapped in Napoleon’s embrace.
“You are going to get your suit dirty,” he scolded softly, once his voice worked properly again.
Napoleon flashed his charmingly self-deprecating smile. “That’s okay,” he replied, “this suit is nearly a month old.”
They both chuckled at the memory, and then Napoleon pulled his partner close again. Their next kiss was interrupted by the sound of a helicopter in the distance.
Illya had spent two weeks in this damned ravine, surrounded by THRUSH goons, just because he blew up their carefully hidden satrapy. How was he supposed to know that half the guards were due back, that very day, from leave in the nearby town? He had held them off so far; but now, filthy, exhausted, thirsty, starving, and out of ammunition, concern was setting in.
He swung the butt of his automatic rifle at the sound of a displaced pebble behind him, and missed the grinning face by eight inches. Napoleon caught him in his arms, still grinning.
“How did you ge…?” Illya croaked through his dry throat, but was silenced by a mind searing kiss.
“Where there’s a will…” Napoleon quoted, handing him a canteen full of water.
Illya drank his fill, still wrapped in Napoleon’s embrace.
“You are going to get your suit dirty,” he scolded softly, once his voice worked properly again.
Napoleon flashed his charmingly self-deprecating smile. “That’s okay,” he replied, “this suit is nearly a month old.”
They both chuckled at the memory, and then Napoleon pulled his partner close again. Their next kiss was interrupted by the sound of a helicopter in the distance.