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My Words: Turn, Mutter, Attention, Whole
Turn from an untitled transfem!Solo Soloverly fic:
Alexander doesn’t often let himself indulge this particular vice; in many ways, it’s as dangerous as opium, at least for someone in his position. Despite that, though, he finds himself at a rather dive gay bar in Soho. He steps close to the bar but only orders a soda, knowing himself all too well. He turns to face the rest of the building and accidentally makes eye contact with one of the crossdressers similarly scoping out the room. The crossdresser’s face pales, though, and Alexander suddenly realizes that that’s Napoleon Solo staring at him. Well, that’s unexpected.
Mutter from an untitled seasickness fic:
“Going to survive, Cowboy?” he asks the man curled up on a bench in the ferry’s lounge. They’re ignoring the “no shoes on the furniture” sign right next to the bench. No one seems to care about it anyway.
“No,” Solo croaks, face pale and clammy. “Don’t suppose you’d put me out of my misery.”
“Sorry,” Illya says. “Crew would not like to clean up the blood.”
“Of course you’re on the workers’ side,” Solo mutters. “You’re too good of a communist, Peril.”
Attention from an untitled transfem!Solo Soloverly fic:
“Oh, dear,” Lady Penelope says, just enough edge in her voice to make Alexander pay attention through his earpiece as he circulates through the crowd. She’s one of the many people Alexander doesn’t miss from these days. “I hope you aren’t after Alexander’s money.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Josephine replies carefully.
“Did he never tell you he was cut off?” Lady Penelope asks, false sympathy in her voice. “Oh, you poor thing.”
Whole from Reunion, a Soloverly + Gallya future fic:
Solo makes a small sound and reaches into his blazer pocket – with his left hand, which is whole but horribly scarred. Illya aches at seeing all these injuries, because it’s proof Illya should have been here to protect him. Solo draws out a familiar, beloved watch.
“Kept it safe for you,” Solo says, holding it out.
Your words are: scramble, union, measure, prize
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