Water dripped from the two agents’ hair and clothing; their shoes squelched on expensive carpet. Halting in the penthouse doorway, Napoleon glared at Illya, who cradled a muddy feline in his arms.
“You can’t persuade me to keep that demon here,” Napoleon huffed. “It sank its fangs into my thumb.” Blood still glistened on the injured digit.
“Only because she wasn’t expecting such a … dynamic rescue.” Illya’s eyes widened guilelessly. “It would be unkind, even oafish, to cast her back out into the rainstorm.”
Napoleon groaned, but how could he renounce his responsibility for an innocent, no matter how unappreciative?
“Damnable weather, I renounce you!” Solo declared loudly from the cave entrance. The agents had sheltered there from a seemingly unending rainstorm. “Your oafish attempt to control the weather, however dynamic, will not work,” Kuryakin grumbled weakly from the corner where he rested, subdued by his injuries. “Can’t I persuade you to go ahead on your own? Come back for me later.” “Do you think Thrush’s storm generator actually caused this?” “No.” Illya grunted. “But the fangs of their guard dogs have had an equally daunting effect on my ability to keep moving, I fear.” They glumly considered their options.
I can't believe I missed last week's. I had it written up and everything but forgot to share it. But I managed the one for this week.
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In the midst of a fierce rainstorm, Stiles confronted the oafish figure before him. He had always been a dynamic presence in his life, but now he felt compelled to renounce their friendship. “You can’t keep pretending everything’s fine,” he shouted over the thunder. His eyes, sharp like a fang, flickered with a mix of defiance and hurt.
“Stiles, let me persuade you,” he pleaded, his voice breaking.
But the downpour matched his resolve. He stepped back, drenched but unyielding. “Some bonds need to break,” he declared, turning away as the storm washed away the remnants of what once was.
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Thanks! I was planning on something else, but as you know when the Muses speak, you listen.
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“You can’t persuade me to keep that demon here,” Napoleon huffed. “It sank its fangs into my thumb.” Blood still glistened on the injured digit.
“Only because she wasn’t expecting such a … dynamic rescue.” Illya’s eyes widened guilelessly. “It would be unkind, even oafish, to cast her back out into the rainstorm.”
Napoleon groaned, but how could he renounce his responsibility for an innocent, no matter how unappreciative?
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Ah, yes, Illya's 'guileless' look. Of course kitty get to say.
Well done.
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“Damnable weather, I renounce you!” Solo declared loudly from the cave entrance. The agents had sheltered there from a seemingly unending rainstorm.
“Your oafish attempt to control the weather, however dynamic, will not work,” Kuryakin grumbled weakly from the corner where he rested, subdued by his injuries. “Can’t I persuade you to go ahead on your own? Come back for me later.”
“Do you think Thrush’s storm generator actually caused this?”
“No.” Illya grunted. “But the fangs of their guard dogs have had an equally daunting effect on my ability to keep moving, I fear.”
They glumly considered their options.
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Everyone is renouncing the weather today. :DD
I am sure Napoleon has some glorious escape up his sleeve! Well done.
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In the midst of a fierce rainstorm, Stiles confronted the oafish figure before him. He had always been a dynamic presence in his life, but now he felt compelled to renounce their friendship. “You can’t keep pretending everything’s fine,” he shouted over the thunder. His eyes, sharp like a fang, flickered with a mix of defiance and hurt.
“Stiles, let me persuade you,” he pleaded, his voice breaking.
But the downpour matched his resolve. He stepped back, drenched but unyielding. “Some bonds need to break,” he declared, turning away as the storm washed away the remnants of what once was.
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Oh, dear... well done, but sad...
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This is excellent and so very Spike. I love the way he moans and yet does it anyway.
A really good and fun little story and a great use of the words.
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I was planning on going with Grimm, but Spike had other plans. He's funny that way. :D
Thanks for reading.
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