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Lovecraft Affair
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Napoleon glanced at Waverly and the woman with him and a smile tugged at his lips.
"I always knew you were an angel, but really Illya do you always have to do everything so much better?" he murmured as he hugged him tightly.
Waverly's sharp snort and his babushka's delighted cackle caused Illya to burrow his red face against his shoulder. Napoleon felt a gentle touch and the woman placed her arms around the younger man's shoulder and pulled him gently away. They stepped away and bent their heads together and spoke softly to one another for several minutes. She hugged him hard and kissed him on both cheeks placing a soft kiss in the middle of his forehead. She returned to Napoleon kissing him on the cheek.
"Take care of him."
With that she placed her hand on Mr. Waverly's arm and he escorted her off. They stopped at the edge of the circle and she looked back at Illya.
"I love you little one; I always will."
The two elderly people walked into the woods. Napoleon was watching their retreating figures.
"I like your grandmother Illya. I hope I get to meet her again."
"You won't." He said sadly.
"Is she going back to Russia?" He asked.
"No, she is going home." Illya said softly.
Napoleon looked at him strangely. "Uh, isn't that Russia?"
Illya raised his head and he saw the soft tears that dripped down his friend's face, wiping them away with his thumbs. "Illya?" He asked gently.
"I haven't seen my Babushka in 24 years. She died when I was four." he said.
Napoleon stared at him. "Twenty-four years? Uh, Uh, She didn't feel like a ghost. She kissed me!"
Illya smiled. "Yes, I think she likes you. Good thing otherwise she would haunt you."
"Illya, what did she mean by line?" Napoleon asked. Illya shifted slightly and thought about not answering but knew that would be unfair to his friend.
"Well, there is this family thing that is passed down from generation to generation." he said.
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