(a very late) WIP Wednesday
thanks so much for the tags @prettyboynapoleonsolo and @justabigoldnerd. I confess to not having been writing or being on Tumblr all that much these past few days, since I've been struggling a little BUT I BE BACK!!! y'all have my sibling to thank- we started writing something together today and It finally burst the floodgates!
So, without further ado:
From The Istanbul Affair:
“Hey.” Illya grunts, though the sound is not unkind. Solo’s hesitating, one foot inside the bounds of the kitchen, curls falling from his carefully styled pomade. He looks uncertain of his welcome. As if Illya might snap and chase him away. “Are you in… better mood, Cowboy?” Illya hedges, getting up to fill another mug from the pot on the stovetop. Solo looks vaguely offended, but then he nods. “Then there is nothing to be said. Coffee?” The American huffs a short laugh. “And Gaby?” “She is avoiding you. Said she was sleeping.” Solo winces. “Can’t blame her for that.” Illya pauses, a foot or two from his partner, holding the coffee out in offering, and weighs the likelihood that he’s going to regret what he says next. It’s just the two of them again, alone like the hotel in Rome, and Solo doesn’t reach out. His eyes are calculating, wary. “You…” Illya growls to himself, decides to bite the bullet. “You can speak to us. If you need too, da? You know this? We work together, after all.” Solo shifts his weight, tilts his chin up to canvas the Russian’s glacial eyes. for a brief moment, they are breathing the same air, and Illya catches a whiff of cedar and bergamot, before Solo finally takes the mug, the briefest brush of warm fingers, and retreats to the table. “I know, Peril,” he says, and Illya tries to shake off the feeling of being suddenly cold. “Old habits just die hard.”
tagging @heytheredeann, @cha-melodius, @huggiebird
@too-young-to-fall-in-love, @mybelovedillya, @freddiepurrcury
@nicijones, @bighandsforabigheart, @vnyu73, @falling-into-peril
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