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tamingthemuseTitle: Cassandra
Fandom: Man from UNCLE
Prompt: 355 - Dust you are and to dust you will return
Warnings: none, unless you are afraid of hot air balloons
Rating: PG
Summary: Napoleon and Illya participate in the fine art of aerostating.
My thanks to my Betas: sparky 955 and Yelizaveta, to The Big Guy for the suggestion (how many other slash writers can say their husband gives them slash plots?) and to the owners of Flagship Lorraine Beau, whom this is based upon. Link takes you to AO3
“You are right about that.” The road smoothed out and ended in a grassy meadow. The sun was peeking over the hills and Napoleon smiled. “Incredible, isn’t it?”
Illya merely yawned. Napoleon parked, leaving the keys in the ignition. He climbed out, shivering in the coolness of the morning air. It would warm up fast once the sun was completely up. Rocky’s truck pulled up beside them and stopped.
A moment later, Matt jumped from the vehicle, followed by Celeste and Stella.
“Wow, this is so beautiful.” Celeste laughed and twirled about, her braids dancing with the
movement.
“Goofball, you are going to make yourself sick.” Stella caught her and they tumbled down onto the grass.
“How can you be so awake?” Illya grumbled, draining the rest of Napoleon’s cup.
“Easy, haven’t gone to bed yet.” Celeste hopped and ran to his side, hugging him. “Thank you so much for asking us to come. I have never been in a balloon.”
“You might not yet, unless Rocky has it in the back of his truck.” Napoleon looked around. “We seem to be the only ones here.” There was the sound of another vehicle approaching. “Ah, that’s more like it.”
Napoleon’s momentary glee, however, was short lived at the sight of Rand, Henry, and Roxanne.
“We the only ones here?” Rand unfolded himself from the small bench seat of Henry’s pick up.
“So far.”
Fandom: Man from UNCLE
Prompt: 355 - Dust you are and to dust you will return
Warnings: none, unless you are afraid of hot air balloons
Rating: PG
Summary: Napoleon and Illya participate in the fine art of aerostating.
My thanks to my Betas: sparky 955 and Yelizaveta, to The Big Guy for the suggestion (how many other slash writers can say their husband gives them slash plots?) and to the owners of Flagship Lorraine Beau, whom this is based upon. Link takes you to AO3
“You are right about that.” The road smoothed out and ended in a grassy meadow. The sun was peeking over the hills and Napoleon smiled. “Incredible, isn’t it?”
Illya merely yawned. Napoleon parked, leaving the keys in the ignition. He climbed out, shivering in the coolness of the morning air. It would warm up fast once the sun was completely up. Rocky’s truck pulled up beside them and stopped.
A moment later, Matt jumped from the vehicle, followed by Celeste and Stella.
“Wow, this is so beautiful.” Celeste laughed and twirled about, her braids dancing with the
movement.
“Goofball, you are going to make yourself sick.” Stella caught her and they tumbled down onto the grass.
“How can you be so awake?” Illya grumbled, draining the rest of Napoleon’s cup.
“Easy, haven’t gone to bed yet.” Celeste hopped and ran to his side, hugging him. “Thank you so much for asking us to come. I have never been in a balloon.”
“You might not yet, unless Rocky has it in the back of his truck.” Napoleon looked around. “We seem to be the only ones here.” There was the sound of another vehicle approaching. “Ah, that’s more like it.”
Napoleon’s momentary glee, however, was short lived at the sight of Rand, Henry, and Roxanne.
“We the only ones here?” Rand unfolded himself from the small bench seat of Henry’s pick up.
“So far.”
