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Send ╳ for my muse dying in your muse’s arms.

Send ╳ for my muse dying in your muse's arms.ofmanneriisms​

Eggsy lets out a horrid cough. One that rattled his frame and sounded of dying. Of blood filling places it shouldn’t. Blue green eyes turn up towards Harry’s face and the only thing written on the boy’s features is apology. Blood runs from the corner of his mouth, and his nose, and from cuts on his face. But most of all from the large gash on his neck and the pieces of shrapnel in his body. Eggsy had shielded Harry from a blast. He coughs against, congested and full of wet blood, all of which turned into bitter laughter at the irony of the situation... at least in his mind. “Figures....” he croaks. “Jus’ get you back from the dead.... an’ now I’m on m’way out...” he laughs a little more before going into a fit of coughs, blood staining his lips even more.

“Didn’ even get to make fings up to you...” he lets out a rattled breath. He then breathes in slowly, the act stuttered and a struggle. His eyes wander a bit before he finds Harry’s face again. “But... m’not gonna... m’not gonna leave... till I’ve said my piece...” he murmurs. “Harry... y-you’re everyfing to me...” he murmurs softly. “A-An’... if i’s my only chance to say it... then...” he goes into another fit of coughs. “I love you Harry...” he murmurs softly. “An’....” his eyes start to flutter a bit.

[ Since I suck and can’t remember which this is for I will answer for both. ]ofmanneriisms

Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did

[TXT: Harry] I’m so sorry. [DELETED][TXT: Harry] I fucked everything up. [DELETED][TXT: Harry] I’m sorry you had to die disappointed in me. [DELETED][TXT: Harry] I miss you. [DELETED][TXT: Harry] I don’t even know how this number is still in service… [DELETED]

[TXT: Harry] Why did you have leave me alone like that Harry? Cause I can’t live without you. It’s the hardest thing I have ever done.

Questions for the Mun

✉  Do you RP on any other platforms?     Yes! I RP on Skype as well. I think that counts right?

My muse died a long time ago, and while looking through my muse's belongings your muse finds a note with their name written on it. Send "✉" for what it says.

Harry,

   I honestly got no idea why the hell I’m writing this. Maybe it’s because it’s going to make me feel better about things, because I really don’t have the balls to give it to you let alone say out loud anything I am about to write. Probably cause I am scared of your reaction, or because I know deep down, you could probably never return any of it. But I love you. I didn’t want to, I tried so hard not to. Yet here I am, in the middle of my training, only really doing this cause it matters to you and you actually saw something in me, writing a letter when I should be sleeping. You’re nothing like anyone I have ever met. And I fell for you. Hard. But I know you could never love some one like me. Who would love me? So I’ll settle for training and working hard to make you proud. To see that gorgeous smile on your face. I love you Harry, and I probably always will.

It was a long road to recovery, but Eggsy was just happy that he was alive. It had taken a month or so before he was cleared to go home, but he still needed an aide...so of course Eggsy was first to volunteer and move into Harry’s home. He would help him. His friend and mentor that changed his life. Made a new man. A better man.

Even when Harry looked at him with confusion he’d help him out and carefully remind him of who he was until his memory snapped back into place. He helped him up and down the stairs, a good workout for legs that still needed to get used to walking again. He was patient when he tried to speak, but that was a bit on the downside right now. Eggsy had learned a bit of sign language...just so they could get the basics down.

Meme