i’ve been procrastinate on this comic for so long i’ve lost interest in continuing it, not to mention that I had to rewrite it many times and I am still not very happy with it, so yeah, im just sorta throw the pages here. More details undercut.
does that mean harry has to choose a different one when he rejoins forces? or will they just share the title like eggsy is galahad 1 and harry is galahad A
i hope they have a mini-argument about it because that would be precious
I honestly think it’s gonna end with Harry as Arthur. They killed the second Arthur in the trailer.
I just hope he doesn’t die honestly. I have this fear that he’ll “sacrifice himself for the greater good” 😡 The other part of me is totally confident in him becoming Arthur (through a series of fucking angst the director will put us through during the movie).
“It’s been thirty fucking years, Merlin” Eggsy breathes into the com, his fingers tracing over Harry’s cheekbone. He doesn’t look a day older or a day dead.
“We’ve got a clean up crew on the way. They’ll take care of it, Arthur.” Merlin says, soft but insistent. Eggsy knows he should leave. He’s done with this particular organization’s beat-down. There’s nothing left to fight, no more new-age brainwave hackers or kids with slicy wands that remind him of star wars. And that’s probably why he’s so shocked – he knows half the organizations they take out have some ties or allegiance or shrines to Valentine, but this one. This was just a tiny terrorist cell with a good engineer and a creative event planner.
So it doesn’t make sense that they have Harry Hart’s body frozen in their basement, not a hair out of place since the last time Eggsy saw him tear apart a church and die in twenty-fourteen.
“Arthur.”
Eggsy’s not listening. He’ll leave when he feels like it, he decides, but then the unthinkable happens – he feels breath on his palm.
He can’t really help it. Eggsy kneels by the now open pod and slips a hand beneath Harry’s slack shoulders, lifts him so he can press his ear to Harry’s chest.
Slow, steady under the Kingsman issued suit, he hears a heartbeat.
“Oh god,” he whispers, his fingers curling tighter into the fabric. “Harry, oh my god.”
“Arthur?” Merlin asks.
“Send a medic.”
“What? Are you injured? How serious?”
“Fuckin’ serious as shit, you send in everyone we can fuckin’ spare Merlin. He’s breathin’.”
“What?”
“You ‘eard me. Harry bloody Hart is alive.”
There’s a muttered curse from the other end of the line, but Eggsy’s stopped listening. All he can think of is the dimmed memory if the day he lost Harry, the old scar it left on his heart, the days spent missing him and trying to move on and remind himself that he was being stupid because he and Harry weren’t the air and sky to each other, they weren’t, no matter how his young and wild heart had dreamed of it.
“Sorry mate,” he says, through tears but with a tiny edge of hysterical humor. It dies on his next words, growing to a whisper “Sorry it took so long.”
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