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The role of women has always been undervalued in the spy world.  - Helen Mirren

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{ open } kingsman rp;;

❝ You want something, ❞  

She pointed out, while going through her things.

 ❝ Otherwise you wouldn't be staring. ❞

She turned, finally, to offer an ill-mused stare.

❝ Well? ❞

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{ headtailor } Kay&Arthur;;

Standing, like the true gentleman that he is, has her offering an extended smile. God, he looked just like he always had, minus the age added. Still that stern, but respectable man she'd met many long years ago. 

❝ Ten years? Hardly seems like it.❞

A lie, clearly. She's well aware of the time passed by; how agonizingly slow it went. Ten years felt like a lifetime all on it's own, and was certainly long enough before venturing back into old halls of an old life. 

❝ Tea for me, thank you. Yes, sorry about all of this. I was in town, and well, I simply couldn't pass up the opportunity. ❞

She welcomes herself in, stepping further into the room. Though she fights the urge to embrace him, for old time's sake, she takes the seat he's offered and leans back into cozily. Been a long time since she's sat at this table. 

❝ You look well. Good, unlike our dear Lancelot...or so I've heard. Is he...? ❞ 

She knows the answer even before he begins to speak. She has no reason to doubt her source, but even still, Kay needs confirmation. Perhaps it's not professional, or even lady like to bother him, a very busy man, over something like this, but she'll put formality aside. Lancelot was a friend, after all. 

arthur has busied himself under a conference room full with files spread across the table, and had told the young man out front that he wasn’t to be disturbed unless it was from a fellow kingsman, or a dire emergency, which, tended to be because of the first.

therefore, he’s more than a little irked when the phone next to him rings only an hour into his work. arthur isn’t a man that is easily caught off guard, but when one gets a call from a fellow former kingsman that he had last heard from in…oh, about a decade, he’s going to make an exception.

and when kay enters, arthur stands. it’s the proper thing to do, of course, and a wry smile slides onto his face as he sees his former sister at arms. the two of them had gone through recruitment together —- it was only natural to reminisce— if even briefly.

"kay." arthur returns, gesturing to a seat. "you’ll have to pardon the clutter. i wasn’t expecting you. it certainly has been a while; ten years as a matter of fact. would you like something to drink?”

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{ perciival } Kay&Percival;; 

Three days in blackout was a long time; short in comparison to that which Kay had personally experienced and seen, but nonetheless it was cause for worry. She woke, however, and that was cause for relief albeit his guilt. 

She was in pain, that much was obvious, and when she'd tried to stand, he lifted a hand up in hopes that she'd stop herself. She did, out of pain. 

❝ You look like shit, so I'm not surprised. ❞   

God, it could have been much worse. She knew it. They all knew it, but it would do nothing in terms of settling Kay's anxiety over it.  He was too hard on her; too demanding. Why? Because it had worked so well with the others? With Harry? 

❝ I'm sorry... ❞  he managed, eyes lowering briefly.

 ❝ I had never meant for anything like that to have happened to you...please know that. ❞

He slowly maneuvered over, and took a seat at the side of the bed now instead. His hand slowly brushed across her arm, stopping at her hand where he gently squeezed it. He was proud of her; always had been. She didn't need to prove it, not for him. 

❝ I know recovery won't be painless, but I will make sure you're well taken care of. ❞  

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        ♞ Blissful blackness is all that Jackalyn experienced for two or three days. A mission that she thought she had. But at the insistence of Kay, she pushed herself too hard and got injured in the process. Blown into a concrete wall, head first. Shrapnel had filled her body but had luckily not gotten into anywhere tricky, and had been removed upon her arrival.

Now she was slowly waking up, eyes blinking open. They squinted at the stark brightness of the room that she no doubt figured was in the Kingsman estate out in the country. Across from her stood Kay, a look of worry covering his features. She tried to smile, but her lips were torn and the action hurt.

She tried to sit herself up but there was a bandage wrapped around her waist—a wound from the larger shrapnel—and she flopped onto her back.

❝ Like shit. Could be better, really. ❞

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{ open } kingsman rp;;

❝ Don't you roll your eyes, ❞

Well, she supposed being missing for two days, found tied to a chair in an old bunker in Russia warranted a few side-eyed glances and sighs. Still, Kay was in no mood for it. As if she was, ever. 

❝ You know damn well this isn't the first time I've been restrained, and I hardly think it will be the last. I had it under control. ❞

Retired or not, Kay somehow always managed to stick her nose into dirty business; the kind that got people killed. Unfortunately for her captors, none of this was new to her. Kay always came out on top. Always.

❝ But since you insisted on interrupting, you can cut me free. ❞

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He stood there quietly, at the foot of the medical bed. Guilt he felt predominantly, considering the patient's condition. Not so pleasant, but alive at least. Yeah, at least he had that. 

He remained silent for the majority of his stay, at least until the figure in the bed stirred. Only then did he offer a faint smile, followed by a few words. 

❝ Wondered when you were going to wake... ❞

This was his fault.  He shouldn't have pushed and expected so much...

❝ How do you feel? ❞

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source

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Mark Strong and Sophie Cookson in Kingsman: The Secret Service

MERLIN IS IN ARTHUR’S SEAT AAAAa

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Colin Firth gave a top notch Christmas present to Taron Egerton

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{ kingsmanhart } Kay&Harry;;

She's standing there, chest puffed, arms crossed and a face so ill-mused it would frighten any. Late night, she trusts, and though she could very well let him sleep and carry on throughout her day without him, a promise was a promise. An outing was happening whether Harry Hart wanted it to or not. 

❝ Bugger. ❞

Searching for the nearest article of clothing, she grabs an old undershirt and twists it up, stretching it with her fingertips before letting it soar--cracking against his bare ankles and calve. 

❝ Forgot to set your alarm, Harry? Or simply decided to sleep in? ❞

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Stuck in a much needed slumber, Harry is blissfully unaware of the person watching him.

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KINGSMANHART

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{ When she first meets him, she sees a lost boy. One with great potential. }

{ Even when he is a handful, she steers him right. }

{ She might be sassy and snarky...}

{ Maybe even smack him around if he isn't acting right. }

{ but no matter what, he will always be her favorite; her boy. and that's motherly love, bitch. }