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       “ Arthur. Very kind          of you to drop by. ”

as head of the kingsman, arthur has done this job for a very, very long time. he has perfected the skill of what to say, what not say, how to say it, and when to say it. he’s much too old now (despite his disgruntled half-grumblings) to carry out a mission on the field.

he has always been a charming man, a man that never needed to yell, nor raise his voice. it came in handy in several instances throughout his career. the longer he stays in the role of arthur, the more he’s gotten to know how many hats he has to don.

he’s viewed as a father figure, a counselor, a mentor, and a leader, and sometimes, it was difficult to know exactly which hat he was supposed to wear.

when it came to roxy, he knew she didn’t want any coddling. she has fought tooth and nail, and pride is conveyed on her features. but it is not the type of egotistical pride that arthur wants to put down. it is pride in the sort that roxy is quite certain what she does is for the greater good — and arthur can certainly stand behind that. he’s quiet, letting her settle and process the words before he finally speaks once more.

"— that isn’t to say you shouldn’t get that looked at.” he murmurs, chatising softly with a pointed look over the rim of his spectacles. “you must also know your own mortality.”

                Roxy Morton is a BLOODHOUND,    who had certainly felt the drive to                 succeed even before falling into the grasp of the  KINGSMAN. the fact                 remained  that pain meant  little to  her, that  the way her lungs burned                 underwater,   that how her head had pounded after falling from heights                 unimaginable,  how  her  arm  is  going  numb  from the slice -- meant                 relatively nothing. it doesn't bother her. PAIN can be ignored, though a                 loss in PRIDE certainly tasted much worse. 

                she takes a glance to the slightly bloodied hand     ( that she is making                 sure doesn't drip onto the carpet --- that would be unseemly, surely )                 and  nods,  allowing  a  small  grin  to  seep  into  her  calm expression. 

                                                         ❝ I will... I do. ❞

                though sometimes  it  was  difficult to remind one's self one was not a                 G O D  when  standing  on  top of the world with a gun in your hand --                 although she  was the  measure of  a  TRUE  GENTLEMAN,   she still                 needed   work   on   the   remembrance   of   her   still   human   blood. 

TARANTINO FILM QUOTES MEME.

                              ❛  You sound so wise... ❜  

              But the truth was that she didn’t think it was hard, not  precisely.  She  did  feel              scared,  but  for  herself  and  her own  reputation. Could the king’s daughter be               taken from her castle? Killing Myrtle was certainly a mistake, and although she              convinced herself that that woman was nothing but vulgar and replaceable, she               actually hated her, she had ruined Daisy’s golden fantasy.

                                  Perhaps,  deep,  deep  inside she was glad                                  to see her proven to be, in fact, disposable. 

               God forbid!, that made her feel like a bad person. But she wasn’t one, right?                She had to be the lovely,  pure and innocent Daisy. It was the role she had               decided to play and the one she had to stand by. 

                                                    the suit is our armour 

                 she listens intently,  straight-backed and broad-shouldered—Arthur has                 a way of speaking that DEMANDS attention, even though he is but mild                 toned && soft.  she respects him.  greatly.  hides her bleeding side from                  view as best as possible. 

                                                  but we cannot rely on it 

                 && what he says is true — her complaining  earlier  in the day suddenly                  feels  very  foolish  ( that  was the type of pain which will only make you                  stronger, Roxy —deal with it, it’s okay… ) and she must reminds herself                 that wounds are physical —that tear in her tweed jacket is only material. 

                                         we must have faith in ourselves

                 her head bows gently in an understanding nod. she refuses to suffer—                 refuses  to  let  this  chance  slip  from  her,  the  chance  for something                 greater.      she  will  never  achieve  this  title — LANCELOT — if  she                  succumbs  to  suffering.  she  will  be  strong.  she  will  prove  herself. 

                                       to endure what pain becomes us

She thanks the valet, and rewards him generously for fetching the door for her. He smiles, offers to wait for her, but she tells him he needn't bother. No telling how long her visit will be; she's counting on longer. 

It feels like ages since she's looked upon that familiar display window. The suites are stunning, as usual, but reminiscing isn't why she's come. Fixing her coat around her collar, as if to prepare herself for what is inside, she grips the knob and enters Kingsman. 

It smells the same; fabric, leather and secrets. It brings the faintest smile upon her scarlet lips, but she's quick to erase it once she's met with the tailor at the front. She didn't recognize him. ❝Afternoon, ma'am. Can I get you anything?❞

❝ Yes. You can get me Arthur.❞

He's hesitating, but nods while reaching for the little phone on the counter. 

❝ Tell him it's Kay.❞

He does so, and after a brief moment, he hangs the phone up and turns to her, gesturing for her to head into the back. ❝ Right this way, ma'am.❞  

She thanks him, though he needn't bother giving directions; she knows this place better than most. In no time she's standing right outside the conference room, and with a gentle knock on the oaken door, she opens it and steps in.