( i love you feels like something that cheapens the more you say it. though, and roxy recognizes the root of her reservations, that could just be because she doesn't say it much outside of the realm of close, immediate family. and even then, with good breeding and the proper distance between parent and child in the name of independence, she hasn't gushed to her mother or father about how much she loved them in years. they were a reasonably healthy, functional family; i love you was practically written into the contract, it was only appropriate.
and now, apparently, appropriate here too — with eggsy, in her living room, while they prepared to go undercover for realstically about a month.
it's just a job, he preaches, and she smiles; nods and continuing the streak of uncharacteristic — drunk, we'll blame it on the wine — affection, lifts his hand to her mouth to press a quick kiss to his knuckles before disengaging and going for more wine. monday morning sees eggsy unwin sprawled all over her couch, waking to the sound of wine glasses being washed, and staying for tea. but then they part ways, independent adults as they are.
there's affairs to be put in order. merlin says they can take one dog, and conscious of his extended stint in costa rica last mission, roxy offers to put duchess in the kennel so their house pet can be jb. he's a good dog; spoiled and perpetually happy, which might take the edge off any really aggrieved emotions that could manifest under the stain of their facade. there's also the matter of wardrobe and furniture, which merlin leaves to them. kingsman has got a warehouse of cars, and probably about ten more of clothing, furniture, wigs, and weaponry; roxy makes a day of lounging around her flat (she misses it while they're away) and picking out the clothes, bed, dresser, and dishes that will be in their moving van come wednesday afternoon. she also takes a virtual tour of their new house and thinks, if it weren't right next door to rich, potential technological terrorists, it would be quite a lovely place to live.
they're busy, and the next time she properly sees eggsy, it's in "their" car, with the moving van in tow. ) Hello, darling, ( she greets. but it lacks the sincerity that her father greets her mother with, and roxy resolves to work on that before they arrive. eggsy drives, for once, and there's a bit of idle chatter, but for the most part they're quiet in anticipation of their mission.
it's a nice neighborhood. expensive; old buildings; well trimmed lawns and she can hear a few kids scrapping in the distance, and a dog barking. in the back seat, jb is at the window making the little excited boofs that dogs do when excited. and in the front seat, she brushes eggsy's wrist on the gear stick before he can kill the engine and get out — before everything really starts. )
Nothing personal, yeah? ( like that's going to be the motto of their entire stint as husband and wife. )
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and now, apparently, appropriate here too — with eggsy, in her living room, while they prepared to go undercover for realstically about a month.
it's just a job, he preaches, and she smiles; nods and continuing the streak of uncharacteristic — drunk, we'll blame it on the wine — affection, lifts his hand to her mouth to press a quick kiss to his knuckles before disengaging and going for more wine. monday morning sees eggsy unwin sprawled all over her couch, waking to the sound of wine glasses being washed, and staying for tea. but then they part ways, independent adults as they are.
there's affairs to be put in order. merlin says they can take one dog, and conscious of his extended stint in costa rica last mission, roxy offers to put duchess in the kennel so their house pet can be jb. he's a good dog; spoiled and perpetually happy, which might take the edge off any really aggrieved emotions that could manifest under the stain of their facade. there's also the matter of wardrobe and furniture, which merlin leaves to them. kingsman has got a warehouse of cars, and probably about ten more of clothing, furniture, wigs, and weaponry; roxy makes a day of lounging around her flat (she misses it while they're away) and picking out the clothes, bed, dresser, and dishes that will be in their moving van come wednesday afternoon. she also takes a virtual tour of their new house and thinks, if it weren't right next door to rich, potential technological terrorists, it would be quite a lovely place to live.
they're busy, and the next time she properly sees eggsy, it's in "their" car, with the moving van in tow. ) Hello, darling, ( she greets. but it lacks the sincerity that her father greets her mother with, and roxy resolves to work on that before they arrive. eggsy drives, for once, and there's a bit of idle chatter, but for the most part they're quiet in anticipation of their mission.
it's a nice neighborhood. expensive; old buildings; well trimmed lawns and she can hear a few kids scrapping in the distance, and a dog barking. in the back seat, jb is at the window making the little excited boofs that dogs do when excited. and in the front seat, she brushes eggsy's wrist on the gear stick before he can kill the engine and get out — before everything really starts. )
Nothing personal, yeah? ( like that's going to be the motto of their entire stint as husband and wife. )