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[ Ooooh, wow, standing without Bellamy is not as easy as it should be. Eggsy abruptly shifts to lean against the outer wall of the apartment. Better.
Briefly, he thinks about James coddling him after the ball, Thomas giving in to his pestering, Dutch pushing him through the door of his flat, Monty telling him exactly how one distracts themselves from being sad — getting utterly foxed with someone awfully pretty, wasn't it?
Why the actual fuck did he ring the one person who would make him deal with his problems again? (besides Harry, of course, but that was never an option). ]
Mate, I can barely stand. [ which is a bullshit answer, even if it's true. ] Control ain't the watchword. [ He moves to card a hand through his hair and knocks off his hat in the process. ] That's why I rang you instead of literally anyone else.
Briefly, he thinks about James coddling him after the ball, Thomas giving in to his pestering, Dutch pushing him through the door of his flat, Monty telling him exactly how one distracts themselves from being sad — getting utterly foxed with someone awfully pretty, wasn't it?
Why the actual fuck did he ring the one person who would make him deal with his problems again? (besides Harry, of course, but that was never an option). ]
Mate, I can barely stand. [ which is a bullshit answer, even if it's true. ] Control ain't the watchword. [ He moves to card a hand through his hair and knocks off his hat in the process. ] That's why I rang you instead of literally anyone else.
Thanks. [ oh, now he says thanks. He doesn’t move to go through the door, just looking at Bellamy for a minute. Too long probably. ] Because you do — this. You don’t let me just do stupid shit.
Like when I told you about the Madam’s experiment — drug test, I mean. [ experiment still sounds worse. ] Everyone else just, like, coddles me. Or, y’know, they’re all — [ He winks, embarrassing as ever. ] — but there’s no bullshit with you.
Like when I told you about the Madam’s experiment — drug test, I mean. [ experiment still sounds worse. ] Everyone else just, like, coddles me. Or, y’know, they’re all — [ He winks, embarrassing as ever. ] — but there’s no bullshit with you.
[clarke had received a few gifts already from her friends and though it wasn't something she understood at first but it was soon something figured out that it was for the christmas holidays. it was another earth holiday that she wasn't too familiar with but it made her want to get something for bellamy too.
she falter slightly though because for as well as she thought she knew him, she doesn't know what to even get for him and that frustrates her more than anything especially because he has become so important to her. she eventually decided just to message him, technically she had a vague idea from the books she had seen lying around their place and it could have been something that would have been easier to ask him in person but but she knew he would see right though her like he always does]
Do you have any books do you like reading? [there is nothing suspicious about this at all, it is a totally reasonable question to ask okay]
she falter slightly though because for as well as she thought she knew him, she doesn't know what to even get for him and that frustrates her more than anything especially because he has become so important to her. she eventually decided just to message him, technically she had a vague idea from the books she had seen lying around their place and it could have been something that would have been easier to ask him in person but but she knew he would see right though her like he always does]
Do you have any books do you like reading? [there is nothing suspicious about this at all, it is a totally reasonable question to ask okay]
[ bless bellamy blake ]
‘Course not. You’re fuckin’ — [ searching for the phrase, searching, seaching... he puts all of his (not insignificant) weight on bellamy for a second before he realises what he’s doing. ] — tough as nails. Yeah.
‘Course not. You’re fuckin’ — [ searching for the phrase, searching, seaching... he puts all of his (not insignificant) weight on bellamy for a second before he realises what he’s doing. ] — tough as nails. Yeah.
[ listen, he’s not all there right now, but he feels the shift. It’s hard to process presently, and he chalks part of it up to Clark being asleep nearby, yet — ]
What’d you mean?
[ As he sits, he catches Bellamy’s arm surprisingly gently. ]
What’d you mean?
[ As he sits, he catches Bellamy’s arm surprisingly gently. ]
[ Oh, that's a familiar feeling. ]
With sending you to the ground.
[ It's a statement, though it ticks up at the end like a question. He realises he doesn't know altogether too much about Bellamy, which is slightly purposeful — he avoids too many personal questions, lest he start feeling like he owes people the same level of honesty (one he can't provide). ]
With sending you to the ground.
[ It's a statement, though it ticks up at the end like a question. He realises he doesn't know altogether too much about Bellamy, which is slightly purposeful — he avoids too many personal questions, lest he start feeling like he owes people the same level of honesty (one he can't provide). ]
[He nods.]
The Ark wasn't much better. Clarke and I had been on rations all our lives, until we got here.
[But the point isn't to make Eggsy feel bad for him.]
You're good with people, Eggsy. You put them at ease. You're tough, too, just in a different way than I am. [Bellamy hesitates, then clarifies:] A better way. You're not going to screw up.
The Ark wasn't much better. Clarke and I had been on rations all our lives, until we got here.
[But the point isn't to make Eggsy feel bad for him.]
You're good with people, Eggsy. You put them at ease. You're tough, too, just in a different way than I am. [Bellamy hesitates, then clarifies:] A better way. You're not going to screw up.
[ Rations, Jesus Christ. He leans over to settle his head on Bellamy's shoulder. Maybe that's a bit needy, or a little reassuring. ]
God, Bellamy, you can't just say shit like that. [ About the Ark, about Eggsy. For his part, it's said with a resigned fondness. ] You sentimental twat.
[ that's "thanks, your respect means a lot to me." ]
God, Bellamy, you can't just say shit like that. [ About the Ark, about Eggsy. For his part, it's said with a resigned fondness. ] You sentimental twat.
[ that's "thanks, your respect means a lot to me." ]
[ The odds of him falling asleep in this cheeky cuddle session are high js. ]
Whatever. You're tough. [ a beat. ] And sentimental as shit.
[ which is pretty impressive, when the world forced him to be tough. Belatedly, Eggsy realises the same line of thinking applies to himself. ]
Whatever. You're tough. [ a beat. ] And sentimental as shit.
[ which is pretty impressive, when the world forced him to be tough. Belatedly, Eggsy realises the same line of thinking applies to himself. ]
[ No, he can't, especially when his eyes are fluttering closed. ]
They sound handsome.
[ :') ]
They sound handsome.
[ :') ]
Wouldn't dream of it.
[ nope, certainly not currently wearing a hideous hat, courtesy of his best mate, while falling asleep on his other best mate. ]
[ nope, certainly not currently wearing a hideous hat, courtesy of his best mate, while falling asleep on his other best mate. ]
I meant both. [clarke knows this place has a lot more to offer with books to read compared to the ark so for all she knows, he could have picked up reading something different than back home]
[ what can he say about roxy, when so much of their intimacy is built on secrets? they can't have shared what they did, when their faux backgrounds differ. ]
She's the best. [ he says simply 'cause it is that simple. ] At everything.
[ at Kingsman, at being a good friend. ]
She's the best. [ he says simply 'cause it is that simple. ] At everything.
[ at Kingsman, at being a good friend. ]
Oi. [ if he wasn’t comfortable and was feeling more coordinated, an arm punch would be in bellamy’s future. ] I’ll have you know that she got me this hat ‘cause she knows I love this shit, even if she wouldn’t be caught dead in it.
[ god, she really is the best, isn’t she? he already misses her. ]
[ god, she really is the best, isn’t she? he already misses her. ]
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