#kingston.

[slasharch]

the fbi had never, and would never, be a trusted contact for kingston. they've fucked up too many things involving, what they called conspiracies, never willing to understand what they couldn't bring themselves to believe. and it was better for them not to know about what was out there, anyway. the unsleeping city could be as unpredictable and unkind as it is magical. the agent standing before him seemed to know just a bit too much - more than kingston would like him to. more than was safe for him to know. 'you're talkin' about things you don't know th'half of, son,' kingston stares at agent mulder, arms crossed over his chest, stern look on his features. as nice as everyone knew kingston to be, right now, he needed to be serious. 'what makes you think i'd trust you with information after you stepped up t'my door like this? and on a sunday mornin' - give me a good reason i shouldn't close this door in your face, right now,' @spookyagentfmulder.

[slash-aaa]

he's worked as a nurse in this hospital for 30 years, starting as a young man, and becoming a respected part of the staff. he didn't intend to leave at any point, not until he was able to retire ( if he ever wanted to ; kingston was stubborn enough that he might never stop working, and that would be fine by him ). everyone knew him by name, and he knew everyone, too, even the newbies, even the interns. sensing someone staring at him, kingston doesn't look up, continuing to take notes on his clipboard as he addresses the woman standing at the door. 'can i help you, cristina?' eyes glance over the patient, asleep in the bed. he's helped with the pain in the best way he could, nonchalantly pressing a hand against their wrist, allowing them to sleep for a bit, to get their mind of their diagnosis. when kingston does glance up at the doctor, he has an eyebrow raised expectantly at her. 'pretty sure you've got other things t'worry about than watchin' me work,' @frightes.

[alldimension]

JANE SHEPARD: DID YOU READ THAT ON THE BACK OF A CEREAL BOX OR SOMETHING? he finds the comment humerous, even if he doesn't really show it, besides a small shake of his head and one corner of his mouth inching upwards. 'surprised you got this far, bein' such a smartass,' eyes move back up to jane, a knowing gleam in his eye. he's old. kingston can't say he has an infinite amount of wisdom, but he knows what he's takling about. 'i've been the vox for 30 years. i picked up a thing or two along th'way,' shrug is given as hands slide in his pockets. 'that's my advice. take it or leave it,' @solesoldier.

[adomaniv-blog]

‘ you don’t like being called princess—- do you, princess? ’