as head of the kingsman, arthur has done this job for
a very, very long time. he has perfected the skill of
what to say, what not say, how to say it, and when
to say it. he’s much too old now (despite his disgruntled
half-grumblings) to carry out a mission on the field.
he has always been a charming man, a man that never
needed to yell, nor raise his voice. it came in handy
in several instances throughout his career. the longer
he stays in the role of arthur, the more he’s gotten
to know how many hats he has to don.
he’s viewed as a father figure, a counselor,
a mentor, and a leader, and sometimes,
it was difficult to know exactly which hat
he was supposed to wear.
when it came to roxy, he knew she didn’t
want any coddling. she has fought tooth
and nail, and pride is conveyed on her features.
but it is not the type of egotistical pride that
arthur wants to put down. it is pride in the
sort that roxy is quite certain what she
does is for the greater good — and arthur
can certainly stand behind that. he’s quiet,
letting her settle and process the words
before he finally speaks once more.
"— that isn’t to say you shouldn’t get
that looked at.” he murmurs, chatising
softly with a pointed look over the rim
of his spectacles. “you must also
know your own mortality.”
Roxy Morton is a BLOODHOUND, who had certainly felt the drive to
succeed even before falling into the grasp of the KINGSMAN. the fact
remained that pain meant little to her, that the way her lungs burned
underwater, that how her head had pounded after falling from heights
unimaginable, how her arm is going numb from the slice -- meant
relatively nothing. it doesn't bother her. PAIN can be ignored, though a
loss in PRIDE certainly tasted much worse.
she takes a glance to the slightly bloodied hand ( that she is making
sure doesn't drip onto the carpet --- that would be unseemly, surely )
and nods, allowing a small grin to seep into her calm expression.
though sometimes it was difficult to remind one's self one was not a
G O D when standing on top of the world with a gun in your hand --
although she was the measure of a TRUE GENTLEMAN, she still
needed work on the remembrance of her still human blood.
❝ Is there anything else you needed of me? ❞
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