Mama knows Best
Title: Mama Knows Best
Author: aneuhaus
Rating: G
Pairings:Ahhh, you know
Warnings: Nope
Author notes: Just a little double drabble to keep my hand in while I work on some longer, more complicated stuff.
Note: Italics indicates spoken in Russian
Mama Knows Best
Mama, this is my partner, Napoleon Solo. Napoleon, this is my mother.”
“It is very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuryakin.”
“It is all right, Mr. Solo. I speak not so bad English.”
“You speak very good English, Mrs. Kuryakin. I am impressed. And you must call me Napoleon.”
“Thanks to you, Napoleon. I hear so much about you in my Illyushka’s letters, I feel it already that I know you quite well.” The elderly woman looked from Napoleon to her son, who was staring at his dark haired friend, and then she looked back to Napoleon. “And you must call me Mama.”
Napoleon looked askance at his partner, who smiled his approval. In that brief moment, Sofya Semyanovna Kuryakin saw a spark in the handsome American’s kind, golden brown eyes; one that ignited heat in the cool, blue gaze of her only son.
Good. Her Illyushinka had someone to love him. For far too long he had been in situation after situation where any kind of relationship could lose him his job, or have him imprisoned or executed. Now this nice, handsome boy was looking after him and making him happy - his ‘partner’, as they called each other.
Author: aneuhaus
Rating: G
Pairings:Ahhh, you know
Warnings: Nope
Author notes: Just a little double drabble to keep my hand in while I work on some longer, more complicated stuff.
Note: Italics indicates spoken in Russian
Mama Knows Best
Mama, this is my partner, Napoleon Solo. Napoleon, this is my mother.”
“It is very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuryakin.”
“It is all right, Mr. Solo. I speak not so bad English.”
“You speak very good English, Mrs. Kuryakin. I am impressed. And you must call me Napoleon.”
“Thanks to you, Napoleon. I hear so much about you in my Illyushka’s letters, I feel it already that I know you quite well.” The elderly woman looked from Napoleon to her son, who was staring at his dark haired friend, and then she looked back to Napoleon. “And you must call me Mama.”
Napoleon looked askance at his partner, who smiled his approval. In that brief moment, Sofya Semyanovna Kuryakin saw a spark in the handsome American’s kind, golden brown eyes; one that ignited heat in the cool, blue gaze of her only son.
Good. Her Illyushinka had someone to love him. For far too long he had been in situation after situation where any kind of relationship could lose him his job, or have him imprisoned or executed. Now this nice, handsome boy was looking after him and making him happy - his ‘partner’, as they called each other.