Ⓚ adapt | transform Ⓚ

        there are days, rare as they may be, where eggsy would sooner prefer curling up with sweetened tea and a book on the chair he’d long since claimed as his own in harry’s study, but those come few and far in between. all spring in his step and boundless energy, the park is eggsy’s oyster; for the span of this vacation, he can seek thrill after thrill and punctuate each of them with a mickey - shaped treat. they’ve only just begun; lucky is he that harry humors him. in moderation, of course. everything in moderation. evidently, however, as he walks alongside eggsy and they explore the grounds, he’ll allow young galahad to lead the way, ticking off everything he’d like to experience at his pace and preferred order. ❝ know what? let’s go find a photo booth, ❞ a suggestion, as though he hasn’t already captured a number of photos on his phone. ❝ then we’ll get something to eat. sound good? ❞

        he fully intends to be milking this for all its worth as long as they’re here. eggsy is immensely dedicated to his duties, but finds the instances that he spends off of the field are the largest incentive to be as much; they serve as a reminder that he has a life to live, and so do the civilians they wind up saving, though the dangers of bond villain - esque concocted schemes remain unbeknownst to the public eye and he finds himself collecting a headline of the sun to commemorate another mission accomplished, as his predecessor had. he laughs; there’s another set of ears with a polka dotted bow between them on the stand, and he makes a grab for those to slip them on. ❝ gonna kiss me now, mr. mouse? ❞

@likementor​ ​    /    disney time !

        it’s the vacation they’ve needed for quite some time, now, though he finds endless humor in the sight of harry surrounded by mickey mouse - shaped everything and costumed workers walking about, posing for photos with the other attendees. he plucks a pair of mickey mouse ears from a stand and stretches up, setting them atop harry’s head. he’s beaming, naturally. ❝ — does this make me minnie mouse? ❞

@likementor​    /    continued .

        yes, well — suffice it to say that only one harry hart finds himself bestowed with a lapful of languorous prince, all regality and impish smiles, yearning solely for the intimacy of a private space and an amorous touch. here, affection begets mischief, as he sprawls out in such a way that he very clearly demands every ounce of attention that he had not been denied, but rather, he had received in far too formal a manner to be content with. grinning ear to ear, he lies on his front, trapping his escort and therefore giving him little choice but to cope with his wiles. that isn’t to say he isn’t normally saddled with this particularly intriguing burden, leaving one to face very interesting situations, but within their privacy, he tends to have to face adoration and trouble all the same.

        ❝ a bit, yeah. mostly comfy, ❞ no attempt made to study harry’s expression — which he knows very well will be one of careful, crafted professionalism, as it always is — he lifts his head toward the hand atop armrest, dropping a kiss against his thumb. ❝ — you tired? ❞ idle conversation and genuine curiosity; harry’s day starts before his, after all, and ends after it. ❝ no idea how you ain’t collapsing all the time. ❞

           what does one make of royal decorum when even the heir apparent sports a marked departure from it? let no one be deluded by the pomp and finery of circumstances foisted upon eggsy, for the frankness in expression he express candidly beyond an insistence on fastidiousness belies all the trappings of his own peers, wild and unadulterated. senior members of the royal staff would be quick to point out slights to otherwise polite etiquette, nipping errant recalcitrance by the bud. but its all arbitrary at best, if one were to ask harry. in conventional society built upon the foundations of new money and the dot-com boom, tradition seems fussy at best and onerous at its worst, serving to no greater purpose beyond a florid, ornamental one to be marveled at by merit of its heritage. a fact bolstered by royal tours spanning continental voyages, with the family put up for show with their broad smiles and esoteric ways. they make for great marketing, too. there’s a pretty penny to be made out of commemorative crockery. harry would know; he keeps a painted plate of eggsy sold during the crux of his birth all those many years ago. 

          never one for moments apropos to intention, as he comes to expect from these sporadic little nuances of behaviour that eggsy was prone to exhibiting. the journey to palace grounds necessitates a good amount of time from their prior engagements of before and while weariness has settled in a deep weight in his limbs, he doesn’t think to act on abating it. duty and dignity above all else, comfort be damned. sleeping on concrete with only a threadbare excuse of a blanket underneath to keep skin from ground has willed that mantra into etched permanence. his forbearance is commendable, so much so that despite the antics, harry remains planted in his seat on the upholstered bench, lips merely pursing in a thin line to indicate any modicum of response.  

        ❝ yeah, but you like a bit of rough, don’t you? ❞ the posh folk always do, he’s almost certain. in hindsight, maybe it’s no surprise that they’ve wound up here. ❝ sounds good. let’s do mediterranean. ❞ his kebab cravings have been rampant lately.

        ❝ you wasn’t saying that the first time you decided to give me a proper buggering — ❞ there he goes. charming, but no less crass, as always. ❝ whatever. i’m up now, ain’t i? don’t think i wanna do anything big today, though. ❞

        ❝ don’t need to say please when it’s what i deserve, guv. ❞ teasing, of course; he’s certain the smile can be felt in the kiss. ❝ thanks, ❞ he replies, pressing another kiss to the corner of harry’s mouth. ❝ glad i get to spend it with you. ❞

        in the end, he’s still very much the same eggsy that existed prior to the regimen of kingsman becoming a part of his life. it had given him a sort of structure he had been lacking, but it had not changed his ways of engaging in impish activities with his friends. the difference lies in that he certainly isn’t seeking out a fight where he had once deliberately provoked his stepfather’s lackeys in the hopes of tangling himself into a scuffle, yearning to feel anything other than maddening stagnation in the way his life never appeared to change. but that is years away from today, where he shoulders enough responsibility to remain level - headed, if not a touch mischievous.

        he snickers, spun around, feeling very much like it’s something out of a classic romance, pliant save for the way he manages to keep upright, what of his weight he still settles on his own two legs. ❝ mmn. ❞ an absent sound as he inclines his head, nuzzling against a hand; he thinks about it for a moment, and finally nods.  ❝ yeah, please, ❞ smiling now, eggsy hardly dares to detach himself, despite accepting an offer that clearly means he’d have to grant harry the opportunity to walk. curious, he speaks through a yawn; his tone wavers as he forces the words throughout. ❝ you gonna join me? ❞

            despite sworn oath to queen and country, puppeteers of fate and players to global conspiracy aside, there’s no desire for kingsman agents to be broken down and reconstituted to suit the purposes of the institution. one recognises the humanity inherent to the men and women they send out into the fore of gunfire, and seeks to tread no further beyond what professional demarcations would dictate. ultimately its a job all the same, with a persistent culture ingrained by decades of continued operation. even harry deigns to bring his work home with him when it can be best avoided. what one fervid boy does with his time off is his business all the same. 

@likementor kiss the birthday boy :*

        ❝ so where’s my kiss? ❞ he doesn’t wait for an answer; he’s already puckering his lips.

             ❝ A suit is the modern gentleman's armour.         And the Kingsman agents are the new knights. ❞

        graceless of him, of course, to settle a portion of his weight against harry’s far more steady form; he doesn’t appear to realize that he’s done so, instead taken by the familiar scent of him that had long since become synonymous with home. the night had been as perfect as it could have been without harry there; every now and then, he’d sent a text or a photo with his friends, checking in regularly, and more than likely revealing progressing phases of inebriation over the hours.

        ❝ yeah, ❞ he says, muzzily, tucked into harry, addled and pleasantly drowsy with drink and smoke; if he wanted to, he could likely doze mere minutes after settling down. as it is, however, it appears eggsy wants to make up for an evening spent out and about rather than cozily tucked in, pressing a mindless peck to harry’s throat and nuzzling against him once more. ❝ had fun. mates say hi, ❞ he continues. ❝ couldn’t wait to get back home, though. ❞  

         the city plays host to many delights, tucked behind street corners and stale neighbourhoods that no longer fall under the favor of local municipal councils. conducted beyond the sneer of high-street regalia ornamented in baubles of bright light and self-proclaimed importance, this was witching hour for those keen on cheap thrills, when suburbia proffers acquiescence with a blind eye. harry sees little reason in curbing eggsy’s enthusiasm for it all, and asks for no more than what the boy readily provides by means of the odd text message or haphazard vignette. boys will be boys, and such was zeal they harbor for catharsis, away from the structure and regimen of life and all that it would entail. he hasn’t forgotten his own youth, tame antics and all; everything in moderation. 

@likementor​ wanted egg love .

        ❝ just dance with me for a sec, yeah? ❞ be patient with him, harry. he’s just gotten in from an evening out with jamal and ryan. anyone that knows the trio well enough is well aware that their gathering tends to mean antics, and that’s precisely what it meant tonight, as well. they smoked, and drank, and smoked some more, and everything’s a bit fuzzy at the edges, hazy, like a nearly - forgotten memory that hasn’t quite left the mind.

        eggsy has his face tucked against his chest, arms lazily drooped over his shoulders, determined not to let go. it isn’t so much dancing as it is a slow, gentle swaying, side to side. he’s still near completely dressed, having toed his trainers and socks off at the door, jacket tossed over the back of the couch, and he remains clad in a pair of trackies and a polo, comfortable enough to drift off in if he settles down for long enough. quietly, he sighs.

        ❝ — missed you while i was out. ❞

           a request clear from left field catches him by what semblance of surprise one could hope to eke out of harry hart, in the symptomatic pinch of crows feet by the sides of his eyes and furrowed brows. the raucous clutter of thick-soled sneakers and heavy footfalls bring about some indication as to eggsy’s return, and doesn’t beget much in the ways of raised eyebrows until he catches wind of him thumping up from behind. in wafts acrid london by night, smelling of cheap booze and the burnt ends of joints rolled with crushed tobacco; he surmises that the evening has been spent with much revelry.