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𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭, napoleon solo of the man from u.n.c.l.e. franchise. independent. private. low activity. mixed media ⅋ headcanon influence.

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It's a sight, certainly.

Illya's all lean muscle. Deceptively lean muscle, at that, capable of carrying far more than what is humanly possible. He should be far larger for the strength he has stored in him, but Napoleon knows he's also hauntingly built for speed, too, if that initial meeting where he'd easily caught up with the car was any indication.

He's otherworldly, really. That's the only proper term for him.

They're both up, and the sun's still rising here in Mykonos, and Illya had gotten out before him. He'd initially wanted a run, too, but supposed he'd indulge in that in the evening, instead.

Illya's back in; Napoleon has the doors to the balcony of their suite open. He'd made coffee for the both of them just in time, and he's in a robe, for his part, teeth brushed, a cool splash of water to his face, too. The breeze is perfect.

"There you are, Peril," he commented, as Illya rejoined him, "I was beginning to think I'd made a mistake in not having you chipped before we got here."