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@napolcon-blog
Diadema, this is Napoleon Solo. Hello Victoria. I suspect that you’re already listening, so I’ll give you this message directly: earlier today, I killed your husband. I’d like to report that he died honorably, courageously, and selflessly… but he didn’t. Instead it was a rather pitiful affair involving tears, begging, and offers to trade anything - and indeed anyone - so I would spare his life.
this blog is a damn mess lmfao
“He is not your typical American spy.”
“Here’s the thing about being a spy: sometimes all you have are your lies.“
@delilamackenna
@thornlessrxse.
She was perfectly in character. An impeccable display of playing the crowds, but Napoleon knew better. Perhaps knowledge of this was what had prompted his intrigue in the first place -- insisting that he draw her attention. She was tall and gorgeous; dressed appropriately for such a gala, and everyone ate out of her hand, no one batting an eye in reservation. She wasn’t his objective - not in the least, but she was there nevertheless, and he’d play into her every move in hopes that she’d play into his.
He stood off a bit to the side, but ensured that he was within her sight; champagne glass held delicately between his fingers while he savored his latest sip. Only when he’d caught her eye, did he give her an engaging grin, which he held until he’d made his way for a far less occupied hallway. She’d follow, he was sure of it.
His confidence was rewarded when the sound of heels drew near, and around the corner she came.
“I was hoping you’d come my way.”
@offairytaleisms.
“ I didn’t steal it, if that’s what you’re implying.” He did, quite frankly --but he certainly wasn’t going to come clean about it.
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@darlingofthedailyplanet.
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“ — ouch. it almost feels as if you are trying to hurt my feelings. tsk.” Assuming he had any, which she questioned no doubt. With a casual stride, he broke away from her and settled by the small kitchenette, prying a seemingly clean mug from the rickety cabinet above. Eyes lazily watched the scalding liquid fill the porcelain, and once he’s content with the amount, he goes for the creamer and sugar. Like she’d requested, he added a sufficient amount — more than was necessary, he imagined. “ I’m afraid so, Lois,” He confirmed with a long, drawling sigh. “Apparently whatever transpired between the two of you last night ruffled his feathers well into the morning. He’ll rejoin us this afternoon, I’m sure.” Or maybe not, which would have been a pleasantry, had he not been convinced prior that this woman was nothing short of a handful.
“ Here I was thinking only I could invoke such pure agitation from him. Seems I was wrong.” He returned to her, resting his thighs against the arm of the chair she’d occupied before slowly lowering the cup for her. “ You must irritate everyone, with that smart mouth.” It was a pretty mouth, nevertheless.
[ @napolcon ] | starter call .
“ Listen — I get the whole ’ I do the job better alone ’ shtick. I really do, but this will go over a lot easier if we just help each other out. ”
( @thedirtyhalfdozen ).
“ —you know, they always say that, and yet in the end my partner turns out to be a real thorn in my side. Never fails. So how about we say we did, and just work it from our own respective angles?”
It’s not gonna happen, no matter how much he fights it. Waverly had paired them up for a reason, and that was that. He’d come around soon enough, but not before pushing this -- Grant Ward, a little. Or maybe a lot. The extent of one’s patience was very telling of their character.
{ plotting | starter call }
grant ward appreciation month || coolest Entrance/Exit (day twelve)
damn, it’s been awhile.
‘ arguably. ‘ that’s a joke. mostly.
and she’s settling into one of the chairs behind the kitchen counter, resting her chin in her hands, and peering toward him.
‘ we might as well open a bottle of wine, if we’re going to be sitting around forever. ‘
@mechanicalspy;
Her humor wasn’t well received, and with a sharp glance in her direction, Napoleon imagined it conveyed his feelings about it quite well. Still, this was Gaby. He knew her sense of humor, and the attitude she’d embrace all too often. Nothing he couldn’t get over, and certainly something he could change her mind over.
“ Yes, might as well,” He agreed, though ignoring her reasoning for the suggestion and simply accepting the fact that, yes, wine would taste perfect with this dish. Picking apart some of the soft bread and popping it into his mouth, he grinned at both the flavor and the near readiness.
“ Go pick out a bottle then. I’ll wrap this up. Give me five more minutes and this pasta will be perfect. Trust me.”
