Word Count: 2188
My thanks to sparky955 for the beta and to the_wretching. This one's for you! Link takes you to AO3
Napoleon smiled as a gentle breeze tossed his hair. He was wearing it longer these days and had given up the Brylcreem entirely. Illya joked that if it got any longer, Napoleon would be able to wear it in a ponytail.
At the thought of his partner, Napoleon looked back towards the Pilot House, the hotel’s restaurant. Illya was supposedly getting them drinks from the bar, but Napoleon would be willing to bet that Illya was in the kitchen, talking with the chef and staff. It was getting more comfortable as time went on. At first, Napoleon was a little jealous that everyone seemed to know Illya, seemed to want to garner his good will. Now he just took it as it was. For the first time in their lives, Illya was the one people noticed and Napoleon discovered that not always being in the spotlight wasn’t such a bad thing.
The voice caught his attention like a half forgotten dream. He looked from the river to the speaker. She was his age, perhaps a little younger or even older, it was hard to tell. Her face had the sheen of a long fought battle with aging.