#kinghartlot

[spywriter27]

❝ i don't like the way he's looking at you. ❞{Nate}

“Why? You’re right here I’m not going to run off into the night with him.” Luke paused, “Unless you want me to.” he smirked. “I joke, I joke.” He laughed, wrapping his arm with Nate’s. “Oh come on, why do you not like him? With the jawline and those eyes and that hair. I mean, his jeans look like shit here but I guess I could get past that. I just proved your point didn’t I?”

[headbetaincharge-a]

@kinghartlot

She was pacing the small apartment, sweat dripping down her forehead, even though she just wiped it clean with the back of her hand. Erica knew exactly what was happening, it was that time of year where she felt like she was burning up from the inside, and even the loosest clothes she owned felt too constricting.

She’d texted everyone order to not be near her the next week, especially Derek. Now, she was just waiting for Nate to come back. But he was taking too long, and it was just too hot. So she bolted for the shower, turning on the cold water and getting under the spray, hoping for her heat to go down, even just a little.

[roxannecelxt]

✘ - [ @kinghartlot ]

“It’s not a question of who you are during or before the service, it’s just that everyone’s getting worked up. I’m getting worked up, Eggsy. And I can’t leave you because that’s not how I work.”

His glare was met with a fiercer one, fists curling up initially before they reached for his shoulders, gripping them a little tightly. “I’m not saying it has to be let go, but you need to be rational about this, yeah? We’re all tired.”

[headbetaincharge-a]

@kinghartlot [x]

“Do you really think I would lie about something like this?”

[roxannecelxt]

✘ - [ @kinghartlot ]

She was rarely oblivious to her surroundings, as a Kingsman would be, and truly she wasn’t ignorant of the fact that eyes blankly looked at her during the meeting. She tried not to notice, assuming that it’ll go away, but the fact that Arthur had subtly cleared his throat meant there wasn’t any cease to the gaze. Nonetheless, she had to focus; had to concentrate about conditioning herself of the mission, keeping in mind her heavy responsibility as Lancelot. Failure was not an option.

At the end of the meeting, her mind still locked with the briefing, a hand grasped her full on her arm to catch her attention. It was Eggsy, somehow lost in thought, but perhaps of a different light, assessing by his actions. Left by the corridor towards the lounge, she waited for his explanation.

“What are you-” she supposedly inquired, but seemed unheard as he leaned forward to linger his lips slightly with hers, and leaned fully to kiss her properly. Of course, it was sudden for her for it to occur at such an unprepared location, but it was Eggsy; there must’ve been something going on, she figured, and now, maybe, it was time to explore such, so in response she had pressed back, only for a moment, before drawing back just to get a grasp of the situation.

[armandlucienduval]

❛ let’s face it, this isn’t the worst thing you’ve caught me doing. ❜ {Eggsy with someone else maybe??}

Armand froze in the doorway. “Actually... I’m pretty sure it is the worst,” he murmured, trying not to show how upset he was at finding Eggsy cheating with a friend of his. 

[i-am-chairman-archive-blog]

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

“Well forgive me for oversleeping” Chair snorted, as he ran his hand over his face.

[roxannecelxt]

[ Starter | @kinghartlot ]

“I’m fine, Eggsy. It’s just a bruise.”

Only, it wasn’t, as the dark violet mark that patched her back was something beyond just a bruise. She should’ve listened to him before they left, even if it were less than an hour or so. The tension between them and basically their targets was high, and there’s no saying they weren’t ready to pounce at them at any moment.

At the moment of perfect circumstance, then, some assailants had been encountered, and Roxanne relying only her skills and a small pistol, as Eggsy fought his own share, a large metal tube hitting her back had failed to be detected, leaving her useless for this encounter. He had to help her back to her home, but at the care of her bruises she had insisted to do it on her own.

“I hope you’re not too beat from a while ago, though.”