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Title: Where Thou Art
Author:
georgiesmith
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon / Illya
Rating: G
Prompt: #252 - Home
Word Count: 200
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He always considered himself a nomad; a man whose home was the world.
He hadn’t had a home since he was a boy when the Nazi’s came and took it all away from him.
Over the years, he had tried to convince himself that he didn’t want a home. That he didn’t need a home. That he didn’t miss it.
It would be small things that jolted the longing out of its hiding place; a couple looking at one another with affection or simply holding hands.
One day he looked up as Napoleon spoke to him and saw it; a soft smile full of affection and perhaps something more.
Without even realizing, Illya had found his home in Napoleon.
Napoleon noticed the slight change in Illya’s eyes; an acknowledgment that hadn’t been there before. One he’d been hoping to see for a very long time. Standing up, he took Illya’s hand in his own. “Let’s go home, tovarich.”
Illya squeezed his hand and smiled before standing and kissing Napoleon softly. “Where thou art, that is home.”
“Emily Dickinson? I’m surprised at you,” Napoleon gently chided.
“Prepare yourself for a lifetime of surprises, Napoleon.”
“A lifetime? I’m looking forward to it.”
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Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon / Illya
Rating: G
Prompt: #252 - Home
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't make money from them.
He always considered himself a nomad; a man whose home was the world.
He hadn’t had a home since he was a boy when the Nazi’s came and took it all away from him.
Over the years, he had tried to convince himself that he didn’t want a home. That he didn’t need a home. That he didn’t miss it.
It would be small things that jolted the longing out of its hiding place; a couple looking at one another with affection or simply holding hands.
One day he looked up as Napoleon spoke to him and saw it; a soft smile full of affection and perhaps something more.
Without even realizing, Illya had found his home in Napoleon.
Napoleon noticed the slight change in Illya’s eyes; an acknowledgment that hadn’t been there before. One he’d been hoping to see for a very long time. Standing up, he took Illya’s hand in his own. “Let’s go home, tovarich.”
Illya squeezed his hand and smiled before standing and kissing Napoleon softly. “Where thou art, that is home.”
“Emily Dickinson? I’m surprised at you,” Napoleon gently chided.
“Prepare yourself for a lifetime of surprises, Napoleon.”
“A lifetime? I’m looking forward to it.”
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