honestly peril ; [ A I M ] higher .

Well you see, my mother was the only one to call me by Napoleon. ind. selective. mun/muse 21+ written by Howl.

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So Cold War spies huh

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Team U.N.C.L.E.

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Henry Cavill as Theseus | Immortals (2011)

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-- @cluechaser . starter ♡

at first glance, the most he can tell of her is that she is beautiful and dangerous. the beauty is easy to see but the danger? oh that comes from her eyes and the perfect set of her lips. it is etched in the sinew of her long long legs and he can scarcely help from staring overlong.

a slow smile quirks on his lips, hidden as he glances back at the neglected paper in his hands.

“Women like you rarely come to places like this but color me impressed.”

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-- @daydreamered ( east ) . starter ♡

napoleon is tired and unaware of the careful eyes that have settled upon him. typically for a spy of his caliber the attention ought to have raised more red flags than he’d care to admit. but today? it is rare in that he is exposed, body and muscles gone slack as fatigue gnaws tirelessly at his mind.

eyes flutter close, his head dips and finally he shakes himself awake to notice a pair of loafers -- no, suede derby shoes -- pointed his direction that lead to long legs and a pretty face.

“Oh.”

somehow he manages to find his manners with an easy sort of smile.

“I can’t imagine what I can do for you but I’m curious to find out.”

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aeternitasintricatae‌:

❝ – Luckily for you, I work strictly with the Dead, these days; rarely do I put my Medical skills to use on the living. ❞ The Immortal eyed the younger man at length, his gaze completely void of trust and indicative of just how uncomfortable he was with the situation at hand. – That rather charming veneer did NOT work on Henry. ( If anything, it reminded him all the more of Adam; a monster wearing the guise of a man - one who grew all the more cruel and vicious after each death, whereas Henry changed very little after each murder, or death brought about by natural causes - which was incredibly RARE.. )

❝ Perhaps not, but you WILL regret threatening an employee of the Government within his partner’s earshot. So, if I were you, I would refrain from further.. similar utterances. ❞

“How fortunate for us.”

for whatever reason, he’d been told that this doctor this time was one that he should speak with about his unfortunate condition. napoleon knows his threats of violence are hollow ones, more to mask his discomfort than portray any real menace on his part.

a terse breath slips free followed soon by tight laughter.

“Would your partner mind so much? How terribly endearing to know some things haven’t changed.” his hands are restless in his lap, smoothing over and over with thumbs working the base of his palm. “My own partner consider those utterances familiar. Guess it’s just habit.”

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Rewatched this movie( The Man from U.N.C.L.E. ) and had so much inspiration again. love it.. ah..

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Napoleon and Illya’s relationship in the movie: “I suppose you’re not so bad. We make a good team.”

Napoleon and Illya’s relationship in the show: “I would burn down the world for you.” 

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-- @sovietperil . starter ♡

there is a drumming that catches him, a thrumming (wild and free) that drowns out thought, when he spots familiar features. and of course it is his HANDS that come with recognition first. solo pauses, coffee cup masking his features but leaving his eyes exposed. would peril witness the flicker of emotion, the relief upon seeing that familiarity. coffee pales in comparison when ilya’s footsteps are enough to have fatigue shaking itself loose.

his cup is set aside carefully.

“You wore a tie...”

fond amusement bleeds into his words, sounding to all the world as scathing disdain. but for ilya -- for ilya, napoleon dares not confess the weakness residing dangerously close to his heart. the russian no doubt already knew, god help him he wasn’t SUBTLE at all.

“It’d be better without one you know.”

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-- @wantediniceland . starter ♡

“You’re not very good at this are you?”

a newspaper is opened, delicate papers examined with an air of idle disinterest. his focus is on nervous hands, the tremor of the man’s pulse he can damn near hear from across the room. lips purse together, a subtle note of displeasure surfacing.

“Did no one on your team understand that the most basic of espionage talents would mean life or death?” not that he was complaining frankly as he stands, delicately folding the paper back up and walking silent across the hotel room to examine the hacker with a slow growing smile.

“Care for another hands on lesson?”

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-- @aeternitasintricatae . starter ♡

“I’ll have to be honest, I don’t trust doctors.”

they called him a medical miracle, by all purposes he should be dead. but give a man a cocktail of questionable gene therapies and chemicals and the resulting change was a spy from the 60s emerged from ice with inhuman strength an an inability to die.

he was the fly caught in amber, forced forever and ever to witness the dawn with glassy eyes.

a pleasant smile is offered, ever the perfect mask. how wicked his mind to think of how best to kill the other man with even the most mundane of objects about them.

“I won’t apologize if I shoot you.”

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