Date: 2016-04-15 02:39 am (UTC)
red_peril: (Smirk)
From: [personal profile] red_peril
"Yes, ma'am," he grinned, relaxing back against the seat. Illya's shoulder ached, but not nearly as badly as it had when first injured. A bag of ice would make it feel much better. He was eager to get home.

Though he knew the would probably have to relocate sometime soon. There were far to many Vor in New York to stay there. But he didn't want to think about it right at the moment.
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

red_peril: (Default)
Illya Kuryakin

October 2019

S M T W T F S
  12345
6789101112
13141516171819
202122232425 26
2728293031  

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 27th, 2025 09:55 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios