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@antoniogreenling

Meeting the Greenling clan was both smoother than Krasmir could’ve anticipated, and more than he could’ve planned for. The meal was better than usual, either by process or by company; the old lion made a note to thank his treasurer for the handling the details. Even though she was present, she still wanted to express her joy, relief, and absolute terror over her older brother and head of house choosing a husband without her.

Four courses definitely seemed to get the point across.

“I hope you don’t think we’re always that...excessive,” Krasmir called back, as he led his husband-to-be through the halls towards their bedroom. “That was Fania’s way of trying to establish dominance.” His grin was almost audible -- as was his attempt to stifle a yawn. “I’ll leave it to you as to whether it worked or not.” His nephew and niece appeared to mostly get along for the evening, if her none-too-subtle scoffing at her brother’s attempts at impressing Antonio’s younger bothers was any indication. The opportunity to sit beside Antonio’s father, for himself and the other man to...feel each other out, in a way, was a blessing in itself.

Caelum glanced at his watch, fully aware that the bar was closing. His reasoning for going to the bar, however, had nothing to do with whether or not they’d serve him, but whether or not a certain someone was going to be there. They had spoken plenty over the last few weeks, and while Caelum was an expert at not getting attached, he had gone and gotten himself attached to that damn blonde bartender who had eyes filled to the brim with something he wanted to figure out. It had been impossible not to enjoy their conversations, their witty banter, the way he seemed to become someone else when he had a drink in his hand, and her eyes pressing into him. No more was he Hades, leader of this underground gang. No longer was he the one pulling the trigger, blood splattering over his usually pristine clothes. With her he was just--him. At least, the him that might have existed had it not been for the family business and the responsibility that he had been forced into. Most of the time he was able to accept his position in life, and the dangers he put himself into every day, but with her--it almost felt like an excuse to not bother thinking at all.

The door opened and Caelum saw her step out and lock the place shut. Her back was turned towards him, and for a brief moment he wanted to scream at her to never turn her back to anyone, not in this city. Not when every corner was either crawling with his men or someone else’s. This was no place for a newcomer who had dreams that meant living through the age of thirty.

He walked closer to her, steps light, while two of his men followed further behind, their eyes drawn to the corners of alleyways. At one point in his life he had tried to outrun them, but their job was his safety, and the older he became, the more uncertain he was that he’d make it to his next birthday without them. “Hello,” Caelum said, voice quiet as he attempted to not frighten her. He wasn’t sure he’d succeed in that fact, not at this time of night. But he always found that she surprised him, and while others might have been afraid of all the possibilities he created, she never shied away.

Maybe that was why he was there. The drinks didn’t do much for Caelum anymore, but she did.

@gentlemansluth @glxryfallen

Illya smiles. “Forgive me: I am used to the civilian having no experience with armed enemy forces of staggering number. Have I made an error in your case?”

Going undercover was stressful enough without having an outstanding (as in: standing out) private investigator tacked onto the whole affair…

@euphoriabled asked:

"Y'know, visiting a place like this, it really makes you realize how much of the world is kept behind walls." For Illya, From Jimmy Olsen

Section 1 didn't welcome the press very often, but sometimes even more daring paper pushers like the Daily Planet become something of a crutch for the U.N.C.L.E to lean on.

They had a lot of secrecy surrounding their affairs, so once a year or so, a standard amount of "good press" was typically heralded in to permit the agency maintain the goodwill of the general population.

All this to say: Jimmy Olsen was the most tolerable of their HQ's aesthetics and seemed to write very nice words about the organization, when gently asked to do so.

"Literally and metaphorically, you mean?" Illya offered a smile, one of his rare, bright ones.

He had become rather fond of Jimmy, too.

"It's wondrous what a community might feel comfortable exploring," he said, "when shielded far away from prying eyes." He stopped. "I don't know what it is about you that makes all of my sentiments come out sounding like double entendre. English is my third language, but I don't routinely wield it so...poorly." His British-laden Russian accent sounded apprehensive, but he shrugged his shoulders and tried to move beyond the feeling.

Illya sipped his black coffee, eyeing the green triangular badge Jimmy wore for visitation privileges, a bold, black number set into it.

Steven had showed up at the 2016 Billboard Awards as an official guest to ‘Hailee Steinfeld.’ Though even as just a guest he’d still managed to be cornered for a few snaps and questions about his relationship with Julianne. Even after nearly two years his connection to her had not been severed by the paps. He was as much in her life to the them now as he had been before he left. Only now it was —how do you feel about Julianne’s new beau?, are you two reconnecting? does Julianne know you’re back? All the brunette could do was smile and pretend the questions weren’t getting to him, but they were — they always had. It was why he’d stayed away from LA for so long to begin with. After giving one more wave in their direction, Steven turned away and started to walk over towards the entrance, because as much as he could have stayed out of there and let his past swallow him back up tonight wasn’t about that. No tonight was about commencing World War III. Oooooh RAH!

The Great Prank War of 2016 (pattern pending), had officially begun and Steven had been fortunate enough to be head hunted by the leading lady of the allies herself, Hailee Steinfeld. Yes the two had yet to even officially meet, but this was Hollywood where having a lengthy IMDB page was almost as credible as a police report with fingerprints. The two had planned to use tonight to commence their war against Joe, but what Steven hadn’t planned on was just how hard it was going to be to get the girl alone tonight, let alone finding her in the first place. Thankfully though, being Hailee’s ‘official’ guest had some perks, like her assistant tracking him down — the description ‘large lost puppy’ as her aid, and directing him to where his handler was sitting. He figured he might as well give her the title of handler he was after all her double agent. Codename: Drago or/Stevia.

Anatula sat on the edge of the window seat of the room she had been given in the Zora commons along with the rest of her family. The festival was over and it had been horrible, at least for her. She hadn’t enjoyed herself at all truth be told, the “handmaiden” she had told to scurry off had ended up following her anyways from a distance, allowing her not even the need of space and some privacy for a small amount of time. So she eventually had gone to her room early that night after paying her respects to the Goddess Din, there was point in being out in the festival when she wasn’t going to enjoy herself. 

The other festival days had gone pretty much the same, Anatula had stayed for the festivities, paid her respects and had then headed for her room. Her father was probably thrilled, or probably furious that she hadn’t spent the festival speaking to nobles and the like. Anatula didn’t much care at the moment. Instead she focused on the the people below, watching the Hylian’s and others move about. The Ranetu Family wasn’t set to leave for another few days at most, her father and mother had people to speak to apparently. 

A sigh escaped from Anatula, she’d rather be at home. At least then she could get away from it for a time. Here in the capital Anatula was unsure, she could see the sights and whatnot (the times she had come to Rohylia never really allowed her too) but she’d most likely get lost since she had a terrible sense of direction on land (something Anatula would never admit to). If her father wanted her to have a handmaiden to keep an eye on her as if she was a child then she was going to at least put her to use. The moment she opened the door, there she was. 

“I’m going to take in the sights of Rohylia.” Anatula stated plainly, the handmaiden grabbing an umbrella as she began stepping out the door. 

“Of course, Your Highness. Is there any particular place you wish to visit?” 

“I’m... Actually not sure.” Anatula mumbled, kneading her hands together as she thought. “Perhaps we could go to Rohylia Park and then stop by other places. I have a map if needed Your Highness.”