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How Eggsy Met Harry, As Told Through A Series of Soulmarks HAS BEEN UPDATED!  Chapter 11: Roxy Morton, is now posted.  Hope y’all like it.

“Fuck.”  So he’s not as eloquent, sue him.  “I—” love you “—want to jump out of another bloody plane sans parachute if this is what happens.”

—an elbow collides with his mask, and he’s suddenly bereft of any solid surface.  He’s twisting bereft through the sky in a sickening, disorienting path, vision rapidly switching back and forth from gleaming sun to darkened ground.  Every turn shows Charlie and Roxy locked in a mass of flailing arms and kicking legs.

Snorting, Eggsy bumps his shoulders into Rotti’s.  Perhaps he’s rougher than strictly necessary, but when it came to each other, they’ve never been kind.  They’ve just been.  “A-fucking-men.”

“It’s already…”  His thoughts are stalled.  “What did he do?”  Because it almost sounds like Harry’s on some kind of mission of revenge.  For him.  That spiteful pit inside of him purrs in devious delight at the mere thought.

How many Lancelots had Merlin found wanting, and then cast away?  How many Roxy Mortons had there been?  How many Eggsys?   God.  Swallows a sudden concrete lump in his throat. How many Unwins?

Hartwin Cinderella!AU Color and a story blurb coming this weekend! Can you guess the plot based on the drawing?

Added some color.

Malex, nib pen drawing.  WIP--color edition coming soon.

Hearing the color blue.  The edges were curled.

Quick sketch and first ink.