#kiingstech

[traumaturgic]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @kiingstech​

❝ I MADE YOU A PRESENT, ❞     he murmurs, coming up behind Hamish and kissing the back of his neck. Arms rise up from his front and he leans back after bestowing his affection, gently clasping a necklace around his throat. It's relatively plain, understated as his lover tends to be, but the pendant shines in the semi-darkness of the sanctum, like stars twinkling in the night. From it wafts the scent of the Highlands, Hamish's ancient home -- tall grasses and the hint of a breeze. He wants him to find sanctuary in here, live in the Sanctum Sanctorum, but he also wants to know he appreciates his past.

[herflame-a]

“i  don’t  think  i  belong  here.”  though,  rain  wasn’t  quite  sure  that  she  could  belong  anywhere.  she  was  constantly  changing,  shifting  herself  to  fit  into  the  image  of  what  others  wanted,  but  there’s  something  especially  off  about  this.  “doing  this.”  maybe  it’s  that  she’s  doing  good,  the  objective  kind,  the  kind  she  has  never  done.

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[bcthoundold]

@kiingstech​  —— ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪ'ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ

       Ace was still lost thousands of miles from home but it wasn’t all bad. He was surviving. Eating what he could find and sleeping in a few places with dry cover. He missed his house with his warm bed and bowls of food but he could get through this. At least he had found a friend in the man who smelled like scotch and cologne. He no longer growled at Hamish and now every morning he would run from wherever he had been sleeping that night to the front of the tailor shop to see him. Today was no different. Ace sat outside the door and barked happily upon sighting the man. Tail bouncing along the sidewalk. 

[felinewilesarch]

      “Aw C’MON,” lips pull back into a SMIRK. Feline amusement shimmering in large eyes. “What does this BUTTON do?”

       / @kiingstech​

[genotypiic]

“ hamish, ” charles appears at his side, holding what definitely isn’t his first flute of champagne of the evening. another of these wretched dinners is under way, so he thinks he ought to use it to his advantage - hamish is here, charles is tipsy, and now is as good a time as any to steel his nerves. hamish has come to be the only reason charles attends these events anyways, he makes for pleasant company and conversation. charles sits in silence for a long, awkward moment, before he inhales sharply and trains his gaze dead ahead to avoid peeking sideways at the surely uncomfortable expression he’s going to bring about on the other’s face. “ are you free for dinner this week? a real dinner - not whatever this is. ” 

@kiingstech​ - I TOLD U I WOULD

[motleyscrew]

hours had blurred into days had blurred into over a week since they had brought him home. oliver had waited at his bedside like a dutiful nurse, keeping a close eye on his bandages or watching for any hint of movement. he’d only left his post when absolutely necessary - at least once a day to feed the cats, and to check in on the office to ensure no tech had exploded in his absence. since the incident in cambodia (because he refused to call it anything more) had occurred, oliver had slept very little. 

he’s curled up in the chair beside hamish’s bed today, hunched over the glowing screen of his laptop as he runs through lines of code. he’s had to keep himself busy somehow. he’s clad in what very well could be one of hamish’s sweaters, though he’ll vehemently deny it if he’s asked, with the sleeves pulled down past his knuckles. the steady beeping of the monitors picks up and oliver’s head snaps towards the bed, laptop cast aside as he jolts to his feet. “hamish?”

@kiingstech​ // LETS GET THE SAD SON IN HERE!

[faltlines]

@kiingstech​ ♥’d for alana

alana strides easily into the room, but she can’t deny the curiosity with which her eyes rake over everything. it’s reserved, of course–– dr. bloom is nothing if not professional–– only a quick scan. she doesn’t allow her head to duck or her eyes to widen like she might have if she was alone. kingsman, which she previously had absolutely no idea existed, seemed impossibly high tech compared to what she’d seen at the bureau, though she supposed anything this advanced would be miles above her clearance level (and certainly housed somewhere other than the bau). she sees the man she’s here to meet–– or at least she assumes this is him, because she hasn’t seen another soul around so far. “excuse me?” she asks, already stepping forward with a hand extended. “my name is doctor bloom, you can call me alana. i... well. they told me to address you as merlin?” far be it from her to judge; this was obviously a fairly clandestine operation. she only hoped they didn’t take codenames too seriously. the last time she’d engaged with the king arthur mythos was when she’d seen a regional production of spamalot and she was dearly worried that she’d trip up and laugh if they ever introduced her to a lancelot or a robin. all that aside, though, she offered a warm smile. hopefully she could act as a good liason between the two operations. it would be much easier if she was dealing only with one bull-headed institution instead of two.

[kingsmanne]

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This will probably leave a scar.  At any other given moment, she would’ve been horrified and disappointed, but it was a weird mix of serotonin and painkillers that made her almost proud. First mission that branded her, now she was fully one of them. Even though those stoic gentlemen didn’t go around showing off their marks, she was more than certain that they had their remnants and reminders of past missions. She looked at the stitched up shoulderblade in the mirror, long enough to spot Merlin enter the room. As her handler during the mission, he had been witness to the stabbing and slashing the could’ve been very well fatal; but the mission had gone over splendidly if one was willing to look over that unimportant detail.

“Is this going to be a bollocking?” Cheeky broad. She should’ve sounded more sheepish, more sorry; but instead, the grin hadn’t fully disappeared from her face.