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    Emma doesn't like keeping secrets from the people closest to her. At least there's a good reason to hide the mermaid thing, but what she and Rikki have feels bigger than that.

    Written for Prompt #98 - Walls

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    14 Aug 2018

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    “They are useless to their countries,” he says slowly. “Everyone knows their real names, their faces. A spy who cannot spy. Is like – like a car that cannot drive. Useless.”

    “Ah,” Napoleon says quietly, as if he finally understands what Illya is so angry about. But he doesn’t, Illya thinks, he can’t know, not really, and he isn’t sure if it’s sadness or relief he feels at the thought.

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    11 Aug 2018

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    “You know,” Napoleon offered, “that first night you chased us in East Berlin - we weren't sure that you were human. Not then.”

    Or: A Man from U.N.C.L.E. / His Dark Materials fusion fic where everyone has daemons, moving from the end of the Vinciguerra affair in Rome, through Istanbul, and on to what happens (happily ever) after.

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    11 Aug 2018

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    Illya opened the file, tilting it so that Morana could see it from where she sat beside him. Even on her haunches, the great white wolf’s head cleared the table; like Illya, Morana was outsized. Her pointed ears pricked up as Illya glanced at the photograph pinned to the documents: it was a polaroid, already fading and a little out of focus, showing the side profile of a handsome, broad-shouldered man, his hair impeccably slicked back, dressed in a elegantly tailored charcoal suit that tapered down to narrow hips. His daemon was perched over his shoulders, a red fox with a white throat and belly, black paws pressed wide for balance, the thick brush of its tail curled around its human’s neck.

    “An art thief?” Morana asked, her voice husky, indifferent. "Interesting."

    Illya turned a page. “He escaped from the Magisterium in New Denmark?”

    “Apparently.” Oleg nodded. “Resurfaced in Tartary. That’s where that photograph was taken.”

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    11 Aug 2018

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    It ends the way it began, with the strike of a match.

    Or, Illya can always spot a lie.

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