#kiingstech

❝ I MADE YOU A PRESENT, ❞     he murmurs, coming up behind Hamish and kissing the back of his neck. Arms rise up from his front and he leans back after bestowing his affection, gently clasping a necklace around his throat. It's relatively plain, understated as his lover tends to be, but the pendant shines in the semi-darkness of the sanctum, like stars twinkling in the night. From it wafts the scent of the Highlands, Hamish's ancient home -- tall grasses and the hint of a breeze. He wants him to find sanctuary in here, live in the Sanctum Sanctorum, but he also wants to know he appreciates his past.

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       Ace was still lost thousands of miles from home but it wasn’t all bad. He was surviving. Eating what he could find and sleeping in a few places with dry cover. He missed his house with his warm bed and bowls of food but he could get through this. At least he had found a friend in the man who smelled like scotch and cologne. He no longer growled at Hamish and now every morning he would run from wherever he had been sleeping that night to the front of the tailor shop to see him. Today was no different. Ace sat outside the door and barked happily upon sighting the man. Tail bouncing along the sidewalk. 

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@kiingstech​ - I TOLD U I WOULD

@kiingstech​ // LETS GET THE SAD SON IN HERE!

alana strides easily into the room, but she can’t deny the curiosity with which her eyes rake over everything. it’s reserved, of course–– dr. bloom is nothing if not professional–– only a quick scan. she doesn’t allow her head to duck or her eyes to widen like she might have if she was alone. kingsman, which she previously had absolutely no idea existed, seemed impossibly high tech compared to what she’d seen at the bureau, though she supposed anything this advanced would be miles above her clearance level (and certainly housed somewhere other than the bau). she sees the man she’s here to meet–– or at least she assumes this is him, because she hasn’t seen another soul around so far. “excuse me?” she asks, already stepping forward with a hand extended. “my name is doctor bloom, you can call me alana. i... well. they told me to address you as merlin?” far be it from her to judge; this was obviously a fairly clandestine operation. she only hoped they didn’t take codenames too seriously. the last time she’d engaged with the king arthur mythos was when she’d seen a regional production of spamalot and she was dearly worried that she’d trip up and laugh if they ever introduced her to a lancelot or a robin. all that aside, though, she offered a warm smile. hopefully she could act as a good liason between the two operations. it would be much easier if she was dealing only with one bull-headed institution instead of two.

“Is this going to be a bollocking?” Cheeky broad. She should’ve sounded more sheepish, more sorry; but instead, the grin hadn’t fully disappeared from her face.