Napoleon Solo

[Past lives AU. In a past life, Napoleon was the Duke of Suffolk under King Henry the Eighth. Illya was the Prince of Valencia. They had met when the Duke was visiting Valencia to attend a ball in the King's name. Incidentally they met before the ball due to the Duke being on the grounds hunting and rescuing the Prince from an assassination attempt while he'd been out for a walk. The Duke had seen the Prince drowning and dove into a small lake after him. Soon after this they began an affair and fell in love, but it ended tragically when the Duke was killed in battle. Now they have found one another again. During the first chase, Napoleon felt like he knew the man chasing them and this was why he didn't shoot him. During the meeting the next day, when they were fighting, suddenly Napoleon remembered, but he kept it t himself sine he didn't want anyone to think he was crazy. Illya remembered after he almost drowned and Napoleon saved him. Of course, Napoleon knew that he knew when Illya called him by the name of the man he had been, Charles. After this, Napoleon tried to act like it was nothing, pushing Illya away even though Illya tried his hardest to get closer.)


Charles frowned as the rabbit he'd been aiming at turned and took off as the sounds of what could only be a struggle reached his ears. He turned himself, looking back towards the palace grounds before humming and heading in the same direction they were coming from. He'd only been in Valencia for two days and already he'd fallen in love with it. The city was absolutely beautiful from what he had seen so far and the game was plentiful. When he'd been given permission to do a little hunting, he'd certainly taken the opportunity. Though now he was beginning to wonder if perhaps he should have left the palace grounds themselves.

As he was stepping out of the forest he frowned when he saw a robed man hitting another over the head before quickly dumping him over the edge of a nearby bridge and into what looked to be a deep pond. "You there! Stop!" He shouted, running as quickly as he could towards the bridge. He raised his bow, aiming carefully and managing to embed the arrow he loosed into the attacker's leg, though he doubted that would stop the man completely from running. It might still help them identify him later. He turned, throwing the bow and his quiver down then, turning to the edge of the bridge and without a second thought he dove in, grabbing the other once he found him.

He pulled them both above the surface, gasping for air as he tried to force the other man to breath. "Come on. Breath. Breath!" He shouted, but nothing. So he swam for shore, carefully laying the man out and frowning. He was carefully as he tilted his head, pressing against his chest. It was a new technique, one that had recently made news from Amsterdam and he hoped like hell that it actually worked. He pressed a few times before pressing his mouth over the others, blowing to try and get him to breath again.

Napoleon smiled at the bartender, nodding his head in thanks before picking up his drink and turning towards the woman next to him. "So tell me, Gaby, what do you tend to do when we aren't running around on some new mission?" He asked quietly, taking a sip of his drink before sliding hers closer to her. "On me." He said, winking as he smiled warmly, leaning closer to her. "Surely you don't spend all your free time in a garage working on cars."

He laughed, getting more comfortable before noticing the other agent in their little trio come in. He raised an eyebrow slowly, watching Illya for a long moment before his eyes scanned the bar, just in case he needed another distraction. Gaby would likely try to get Illya to come sit with them and, well, he was certain she had noticed that he was going what he could to avoid the Russian, not that he had told her why. "You should come to America sometime with me." He said, loudly enough for Illya to hear as he did approach. "I could show you my home. I think you would enjoy it."

An eyebrow twitched up as he spoke, taking another sip of his drink as he leaned closer to her, hoping that she would continue the conversation. He had taken notice that any time he seemed to flirt or talk to anyone really that might be interested in him, Illya would immediately pay attention and seemed to get upset. So he was testing the theory and in the meantime he might end up with someone in his bed for the evening.