we cannot make our sun stand still (yet we will make him run).
por ScribeofArda
Publicado: 12/11/2026 · Atualizado: 12/11/2026
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Illya snarls again, but he knows, he’s always known, that his life would end like this. He supposes the gun is a mercy. He just wishes he’d been braver. It's been over a year since Rome, since they stopped the world ending (and Napoleon didn't realise how often he'd have to do that now), since Napoleon made a choice and threw a watch across the room instead of pulling a gun. Since then, it's been one mission after another, and Napoleon and Illya have gone from reluctant partners to friends to possibly something more. Napoleon can’t even remember what they talked about. What he remembers is Illya sitting on his couch, a finger or two of vodka in his glass and an amused quirk to his lips. What he remembers is sitting opposite him in his armchair, suit jacket slung over the back and waistcoat unbuttoned. He rarely lets his persona drop, but around Illya he can’t seem to help it. What he remembers is making Illya laugh and thinking: Oh. How did I not see this coming? Now it might all be too late, and he didn't think it would end like this: Illya lying in the street, ash and blood and Napoleon's name on his lips.
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