[ after becoming galahad, eggsy felt assured. for the first time in his life, he could handle whatever came: killing arthur, taking charlie out, fighting dean and his gang of tossers.]
good thing i'm not your typical muggle
[ even saying that feels like he's pushing a boundary. he ought to be underplaying his abilities — conforming to the unflattering stereotypes that easily obscures his talents — but he won't vocalise the feeling of helplessness surging in his stomach. he can't think like that.
[ james is just eyeing you, friend. he knows, but he doesn't know what he knows. but he knows something. has, honestly, since they first met. that curling in his gut.
but eggsy feels unsafe. eggsy feels worried. james understands that - it's been a constant state of his since his sixth year at school - so of course he can help. ]
[ he has seen a gun in real life once. ever. and it was a grand old time. but it had also involved sirius, and a motorcycle, and probably wasn't in any way legal.
he also didn't touch it. so. yeah. ]
you there now? im not doing anything so i could head over
[ his gratitude for the good company, warm reassurances, reliable back-up — he hadn't thought he'd ever have relationships like this. even harry, he hardly knew before death separated them. only roxy comes to mind before now. his mates from home are great, but they haven't seen the things that he has, especially now that his life has switched from genres action thriller to fantasy sci-fi. ]
then ill see ya in a bit and hey dont worry about it were in all this shit together anyway.
[ because it's haunting, in a way. to be around this place, to be so incredibly out of his depth in a place he doesn't really understand. he's had sirius, sure, but eggsy was a different kind of comfort. a kind of comfort that doesn't come with extra baggage. that doesn't come with those looks, that he catches, just every now and then.
james misses home, more than he ever really thought he could, but in spending time with people like eggsy he can get a footing to actually move forward. and that's what he does - move forward - right on out of what he was doing and immediately in the direction of the shooting range. he'd been more hesitant to use his apparation on myver if only because he wasn't yet sure how magic reacted in a place like this, so it takes him a bit. maybe more than a bit. he definitely does not get lost. ]
[ it's a ramshackle range, with paper and steel targets at various distances, visibly dinged from frequent use. eggsy leans against the dingy exterior wall of the reception. the man at the desk knows his face and that he never borrows one of the weapons on site. eggsy always has his gun — the kingsman issue pistol, a tokarev tt-30 semi-automatic — holstered in his backpack.
he steps forward to meet james, greeting him with a brief hug. ]
Broomstick struggling against the wind?
[ referencing the delay. the wizard thing is hysterical in some ways, innit? when eggsy pulls back, he turns to enter the range (waving at the clerk along the way). best to keep moving before he loses his nerve. ]
You ever fired a gun?
[ said casually, like it's nothing. he knows it isn't. ]
[ james really...has no idea what a shooting range is supposed to look like. so when he approaches and sees the pieces of paper in the distance, the dingy building, and he has to be honest at least with himself. this is. a little underwhelming.
but still, he's here, and he's here to see eggsy, so when eggsy approaches, james moves to meet him, returning the hug. ]
Tried to start prepping early. Figured the muggle route would me more appropriate.
[ but james is following eggsy all the same, still eyeing the rest of the range. ]
Oh, uh, that'd be. An absolutely not. Had one pointed at me before, though.
[ as eggsy's learning from this sojourn in the jungle, being a spy ain't half as glamorous as it seems in the films. he swings his bag around, lifting his kingsman pistol from within it. there's no insignia to hint at its origins, but the shotgun attachment is a unique modification. ]
Alright. Well, I have. Wouldn't carry this [ the gun. ] otherwise. I enlisted in the Royal Marines, yeah? [ a fact that he will have told james before. ] That's where I learned how to shoot — [ he extends his free arm, blocking james from stepping farther forward. it's a request for him to stay back for the moment. ] — but it ain't where I learned to do this.
[ another thirty seconds to ensure james is listening and watching. then, eggsy shifts entirely. every part of him, normally soft and relaxed in james company, tenses. his eyes sharpen on the targets, intensely focused. he flicks the safety off and slides his finger over the trigger. the pistol fires faster and quieter than the typical model, though someone unfamiliar with firearms might not notice. he fires five of the ten rounds in his magazine. each strikes a different steel target dead center.
with peggy, he had been restrained. smart. with james, he can show off a bit. ]
[ well, as far as james is concerned, he looked pretty damn graceful for a kid from england dealing with dragons for the first time. though maybe if he knew the spy bit eggsy would look a little less (though probably more?) impressive. he'll just have to wait and see.
either way, he walks up to where eggsy has settled - stopping a safe distance away to watch him unpack and set up a monstrously impressive weapon. james is hardly familiar with muggle weaponry, but he's seen enough movies to know a shotgun when he sees one. even sleek, understated, powerful things like the one eggsy is holding. ]
Yeah. [ he does remember eggsy talking about his time in the marines, a little fact that explains some of it. enough of it. james, for now, just takes to watching eggsy in full - no details, no assumptions, just a bystander seeing the way he sets his feet and creates his space and - incredibly - shoots.
james' eyes are pretty damn quick (quidditch and magic and general, natural abilities all helping out with that) which means he does see just how impressive each shot is, bullets settling into the steel target like they were always meant to be there. showing off or no, james' brows shoot up, and a low whistle escapes as eggsy makes it to the end of the magazine. ]
Holy hell mate, if the marines didn't teach you that, what did?
[ click. the safety's back on. as much as he's playing things up for james (as he always does, invariably performing with extra flair and mirth at the slightest encouragement from his dear friend), he knows that a gun is not a toy. he felt its deadliness acutely since arthur asked him to shoot his dog — since he used it to blow his way through valentine's base, like a first-person shooter playing out with real people. he feels hyper-aware of his pulse thumping through his skin, of the trusted eyes on him now.
it takes him longer than it should to answer. every word is a choice and impossible to recant. he hazards a sideways glance at james. of course he won't have figured it. eggsy has been doing so well, leaving few hints (even for the trained spies that he suspects are in his company). ]
You ever get the chance to watch films, or is it all brewing potions for you?
[ james' eyes hover a bit more pointedly over eggsy's hands for the following moments, watching the care and attention and ease and experience that comes with them. it chews away at him, that feeling in the back of his head he's had since that first night, the almost-knowledge that he's clung to despite how his trust has already, fully, been handed over.
it's not so much he doesn't know - he knows something. he just doesn't know what that something is, specifically. he isn't going to be surprised if he's told, though. he'll definitely lean more heavily on that he knew rather than the 'something'.
still, eggsy is hesitating over something. hazarding him a sideways glance with the kind of extra weight that comes with a secret. james would know, most of his life has been spent in one, though his isn't exactly equatable. ]
I've seen muggle films, I'm not a bloody hermit. [ there is a kind of mock offense there, as james slides his hands into his pockets, fingers of his right sliding loosely over his wand. ] Why?
[ the mock offense makes him laugh. and perhaps it should concern him — how simply james puts him at ease with a few words, but he doesn't even consider it. the intimacy that they fell into upon meeting has permanently coloured their relationship.
his mouth curves downward into a frown, more in thought than worry. he glances at the gun tight his hand, then skips over his shoes, and finally brings his gaze back up to james. he tips his chin, jaw set in determination. ]
[ eggsy laughs, and james feels a bit better for it, noticing the seriousness to eggsy's stance before anything else. he has a feeling about what will happen, has a vague idea of what the whole point to eggsy's sudden shift, and james just lets it happen. feels no need to force it, but also doesn't mind. if eggsy wants to tell him, whatever this is, whether he's some kind of killer or super soldier or whatever.
or whatever apparently is closer to the truth, judging by the way eggsy's jaw sets. bond films? he can't help but snort lightly at the question, his head tilting off to the side as he shifts around with his accent, a throwback to the first time they really bonded, one brow arched. ]
Bond, James Bond? [ said with the thick, thick connery accent. but then the expression and accent are dropped, james' free hand pulled back out of his pocket as he waves it around dismissively. ] I'd be more worried if someone hasn't seen one, really.
[ honestly, he's just waiting for eggsy to say it at this point. because that partial knowledge is slowly piecing together into an actual theory. ]
[ another laugh, though he cuts this one short. he can't vocalise it, but he remains grateful for james' approach to this conversation — to all the moments where he suspected something, even if he didn't know what. the space allows eggsy time to choose again and again. is it any wonder that he chooses james? james who died and then almost died once more, who could return to stasis without warning, who saw him utterly wrecked within days of meeting him).
a part of him considers saying something stupid and leaving it at that. i prefer jack bauer, bruv. ]
Yeah, well — [ he hesitates because his next words are everything, even if he couches them in jokes and pop culture references. just a little more. his expression shifts, a touch sheepish. ] — might be that I've got a higher clearance level than him.
[ despite the nerves, he watches closely for any tell of alarm written in james' face. ]
[ he can tell they're getting closer, by the way eggsy's laugh is cut off. by the tension that doesn't quite leave the air. james can be patient, if he needs to be. especially with friends. especially with friends with secrets.
the fact that a 12 year old james could figure out one of his best friends was a werewolf and he's not 100% sure what eggsy is kind of bugs him a little bit, but he'll deal with that later, choosing instead to wait - standing with that distance still between them - as eggsy pushes himself to words. as eggsy hesitates, and then smiles, and james just. watches him, that unsure smile of his own still lingering.
higher clearance. alright. james just needs a second or two to process, to decide that that was enough of an answer for him, before he lets out a breath and just sort of shrugs. ]
Sure. [ because you know what. why the fuck not. ] That makes the most sense, honestly.
[ he makes a startled noise, not quite a laugh or sigh. that makes the most sense. as if, james, but eggsy likes the sound of it. the response conveys an easy acceptance, far greater than he expected. suddenly, relief floods him, making him relax even in this serious space.
after a long moment, he musters a reply. it's meant to be teasing, really, but it's too fond. ]
[ eggsy' startled noise makes james grin, finally moving to close the gap between them so he can get a closer look at the gun, actually fairly curious about the way it looks, the way it all is supposed to come together. no magic, he gets that, but?
and it's about then that eggsy musters up his response and james snorts, reaching out to set a hand on eggsy's shoulder. ]
Mate, you're fucking suave, of course you're a spy. It's the only thing that makes sense. [ he gives eggsy's shoulder a squeeze, his smile bright, before he finally drops his hand. ] So you going to teach me how to use this thing or what?
[ james' reassurance makes him smile stupidly wide, dropping his chin in disbelief over the easy acceptance. he didn't think he would have friends like this, not after signing his life away to kingsman.
he holds the gun out to james, letting it hand on his finger by the trigger, pointed downward at the empty space between them. ]
Yeah, yeah, watch the safety — [ he points to indicate it. ] — try not to swoon.
[ because they're gonna do the thing: the let-me-show-you-how-to-swing kind of thing. ]
[ james would have leaned forward to bump eggsy's shoulder if it weren't for the gun between them. he's never held one, never really been this close to one, but he knows enough about them to know that unnecessary movement is dangerous, and he'd be lying if he didn't feel the slightest amount of nervous tension in his gut. ]
I'll do my best, but you're not making it easy. [ said with only the slightest amount of those nerves coming through as he reaches for the weapon, being sure to watch the 'safety', whatever that's supposed to be.
he turns to face the target, though. makes sure not to point it at eggsy at any point. is he going to have to wait until eggsy comes to stand behind him and wrap his arms around him???? show him how to shoot the gun?????? because then he might actually swoon. ]
It ain't like a wand or whatever, y'know? [ he smooths his hands over james' shoulders, adjusting the angle of his stance. ]
Guns are only for one thing. [ and even though he's a spy, he doesn't say what that thing is aloud, for fear of flashes of harry in the church or his memories of firing through valentine's base. anyway. ] And this one, especially, is for doing that thing well, so you don't point it at anything that you aren't willing to shoot, ya get me? And you don't go near the trigger until you want to shoot.
[ it's all worth saying, even if james is already acting with caution. eggsy moves to adjust james' grip on the pistol, ensuring his friend's hands are placed correctly with slight adjustments. his hands are calloused from target practice. ] Relax your grip a little. Too tight and it'll hurt. [ obviously that warrants a wink. idiot. ] Same goes for your knees. Don't lock 'em. [ he gives james a once over. ] Align the sights here — [ a light tap of the sights on top of the barrel of the gun. ] — with the target. Slide the safety off here, at the back. [ he hovers a finger over it. ] It's a failsafe to prevent firing, so not helpful when you actually want to shoot.
[ with that, he steps aside. ] Any questions, mate?
Yeah, I got that much. [ but he will move with eggsy's guidance, shifting his stance, grip, arms, and feet if given any kind of indication to do so. he's very much aware of the weight - both physical and otherwise - of what he has in his hands, so eggsy will have to forgive him if he's suddenly a bit more somber with it all.
so instead of cracking too many jokes, he'll nod and focus on the task at hand, snorting only a little bit at eggsy's joke. ] So- knees and grip and point it at whatever you want to shoot and only that? [ he glances over, one brow arched, in a mixture of yes i got it, it's not that hard and honest checking to make sure he's correct, before he turns back to the target. ]
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good thing i'm not your typical muggle
[ even saying that feels like he's pushing a boundary. he ought to be underplaying his abilities — conforming to the unflattering stereotypes that easily obscures his talents — but he won't vocalise the feeling of helplessness surging in his stomach. he can't think like that.
magic, like anything else, has its limits. ]
trade for trade
only seems fair
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well
this might just work then
[ james is just eyeing you, friend. he knows, but he doesn't know what he knows. but he knows something. has, honestly, since they first met. that curling in his gut.
but eggsy feels unsafe. eggsy feels worried. james understands that - it's been a constant state of his since his sixth year at school - so of course he can help. ]
time and place and ill be there
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there's a shooting range i like
[ he sends the GPS pin. ]
i'll be around there
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he also didn't touch it. so. yeah. ]
you there now?
im not doing anything so i could head over
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[ he'd been messaging james en route. ]
thanks james
[ his gratitude for the good company, warm reassurances, reliable back-up — he hadn't thought he'd ever have relationships like this. even harry, he hardly knew before death separated them. only roxy comes to mind before now. his mates from home are great, but they haven't seen the things that he has, especially now that his life has switched from genres action thriller to fantasy sci-fi. ]
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and hey
dont worry about it
were in all this shit together anyway.
[ because it's haunting, in a way. to be around this place, to be so incredibly out of his depth in a place he doesn't really understand. he's had sirius, sure, but eggsy was a different kind of comfort. a kind of comfort that doesn't come with extra baggage. that doesn't come with those looks, that he catches, just every now and then.
james misses home, more than he ever really thought he could, but in spending time with people like eggsy he can get a footing to actually move forward. and that's what he does - move forward - right on out of what he was doing and immediately in the direction of the shooting range. he'd been more hesitant to use his apparation on myver if only because he wasn't yet sure how magic reacted in a place like this, so it takes him a bit. maybe more than a bit. he definitely does not get lost. ]
Oi! Eggsy!
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he steps forward to meet james, greeting him with a brief hug. ]
Broomstick struggling against the wind?
[ referencing the delay. the wizard thing is hysterical in some ways, innit? when eggsy pulls back, he turns to enter the range (waving at the clerk along the way). best to keep moving before he loses his nerve. ]
You ever fired a gun?
[ said casually, like it's nothing. he knows it isn't. ]
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but still, he's here, and he's here to see eggsy, so when eggsy approaches, james moves to meet him, returning the hug. ]
Tried to start prepping early. Figured the muggle route would me more appropriate.
[ but james is following eggsy all the same, still eyeing the rest of the range. ]
Oh, uh, that'd be. An absolutely not. Had one pointed at me before, though.
[ also said casually, like it's nothing. ]
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Alright. Well, I have. Wouldn't carry this [ the gun. ] otherwise. I enlisted in the Royal Marines, yeah? [ a fact that he will have told james before. ] That's where I learned how to shoot — [ he extends his free arm, blocking james from stepping farther forward. it's a request for him to stay back for the moment. ] — but it ain't where I learned to do this.
[ another thirty seconds to ensure james is listening and watching. then, eggsy shifts entirely. every part of him, normally soft and relaxed in james company, tenses. his eyes sharpen on the targets, intensely focused. he flicks the safety off and slides his finger over the trigger. the pistol fires faster and quieter than the typical model, though someone unfamiliar with firearms might not notice. he fires five of the ten rounds in his magazine. each strikes a different steel target dead center.
with peggy, he had been restrained. smart. with james, he can show off a bit. ]
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either way, he walks up to where eggsy has settled - stopping a safe distance away to watch him unpack and set up a monstrously impressive weapon. james is hardly familiar with muggle weaponry, but he's seen enough movies to know a shotgun when he sees one. even sleek, understated, powerful things like the one eggsy is holding. ]
Yeah. [ he does remember eggsy talking about his time in the marines, a little fact that explains some of it. enough of it. james, for now, just takes to watching eggsy in full - no details, no assumptions, just a bystander seeing the way he sets his feet and creates his space and - incredibly - shoots.
james' eyes are pretty damn quick (quidditch and magic and general, natural abilities all helping out with that) which means he does see just how impressive each shot is, bullets settling into the steel target like they were always meant to be there. showing off or no, james' brows shoot up, and a low whistle escapes as eggsy makes it to the end of the magazine. ]
Holy hell mate, if the marines didn't teach you that, what did?
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it takes him longer than it should to answer. every word is a choice and impossible to recant. he hazards a sideways glance at james. of course he won't have figured it. eggsy has been doing so well, leaving few hints (even for the trained spies that he suspects are in his company). ]
You ever get the chance to watch films, or is it all brewing potions for you?
[ he's going somewhere with this. promise. ]
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it's not so much he doesn't know - he knows something. he just doesn't know what that something is, specifically. he isn't going to be surprised if he's told, though. he'll definitely lean more heavily on that he knew rather than the 'something'.
still, eggsy is hesitating over something. hazarding him a sideways glance with the kind of extra weight that comes with a secret. james would know, most of his life has been spent in one, though his isn't exactly equatable. ]
I've seen muggle films, I'm not a bloody hermit. [ there is a kind of mock offense there, as james slides his hands into his pockets, fingers of his right sliding loosely over his wand. ] Why?
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[ the mock offense makes him laugh. and perhaps it should concern him — how simply james puts him at ease with a few words, but he doesn't even consider it. the intimacy that they fell into upon meeting has permanently coloured their relationship.
his mouth curves downward into a frown, more in thought than worry. he glances at the gun tight his hand, then skips over his shoes, and finally brings his gaze back up to james. he tips his chin, jaw set in determination. ]
You ever seen a Bond film?
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or whatever apparently is closer to the truth, judging by the way eggsy's jaw sets. bond films? he can't help but snort lightly at the question, his head tilting off to the side as he shifts around with his accent, a throwback to the first time they really bonded, one brow arched. ]
Bond, James Bond? [ said with the thick, thick connery accent. but then the expression and accent are dropped, james' free hand pulled back out of his pocket as he waves it around dismissively. ] I'd be more worried if someone hasn't seen one, really.
[ honestly, he's just waiting for eggsy to say it at this point. because that partial knowledge is slowly piecing together into an actual theory. ]
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james who died and then almost died once more, who could return to stasis without warning, who saw him utterly wrecked within days of meeting him).
a part of him considers saying something stupid and leaving it at that. i prefer jack bauer, bruv. ]
Yeah, well — [ he hesitates because his next words are everything, even if he couches them in jokes and pop culture references. just a little more. his expression shifts, a touch sheepish. ] — might be that I've got a higher clearance level than him.
[ despite the nerves, he watches closely for any tell of alarm written in james' face. ]
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the fact that a 12 year old james could figure out one of his best friends was a werewolf and he's not 100% sure what eggsy is kind of bugs him a little bit, but he'll deal with that later, choosing instead to wait - standing with that distance still between them - as eggsy pushes himself to words. as eggsy hesitates, and then smiles, and james just. watches him, that unsure smile of his own still lingering.
higher clearance. alright. james just needs a second or two to process, to decide that that was enough of an answer for him, before he lets out a breath and just sort of shrugs. ]
Sure. [ because you know what. why the fuck not. ] That makes the most sense, honestly.
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after a long moment, he musters a reply. it's meant to be teasing, really, but it's too fond. ]
'Cause I'm so suave, yeah?
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and it's about then that eggsy musters up his response and james snorts, reaching out to set a hand on eggsy's shoulder. ]
Mate, you're fucking suave, of course you're a spy. It's the only thing that makes sense. [ he gives eggsy's shoulder a squeeze, his smile bright, before he finally drops his hand. ] So you going to teach me how to use this thing or what?
sorry for the delay!! computer problems etc etc
he holds the gun out to james, letting it hand on his finger by the trigger, pointed downward at the empty space between them. ]
Yeah, yeah, watch the safety — [ he points to indicate it. ] — try not to swoon.
[ because they're gonna do the thing: the let-me-show-you-how-to-swing kind of thing. ]
YOU ARE ALWAYS OKAY BBY
I'll do my best, but you're not making it easy. [ said with only the slightest amount of those nerves coming through as he reaches for the weapon, being sure to watch the 'safety', whatever that's supposed to be.
he turns to face the target, though. makes sure not to point it at eggsy at any point. is he going to have to wait until eggsy comes to stand behind him and wrap his arms around him???? show him how to shoot the gun?????? because then he might actually swoon. ]
♥ keywords tbh
Guns are only for one thing. [ and even though he's a spy, he doesn't say what that thing is aloud, for fear of flashes of harry in the church or his memories of firing through valentine's base. anyway. ] And this one, especially, is for doing that thing well, so you don't point it at anything that you aren't willing to shoot, ya get me? And you don't go near the trigger until you want to shoot.
[ it's all worth saying, even if james is already acting with caution. eggsy moves to adjust james' grip on the pistol, ensuring his friend's hands are placed correctly with slight adjustments. his hands are calloused from target practice. ] Relax your grip a little. Too tight and it'll hurt. [ obviously that warrants a wink. idiot. ] Same goes for your knees. Don't lock 'em. [ he gives james a once over. ] Align the sights here — [ a light tap of the sights on top of the barrel of the gun. ] — with the target. Slide the safety off here, at the back. [ he hovers a finger over it. ] It's a failsafe to prevent firing, so not helpful when you actually want to shoot.
[ with that, he steps aside. ] Any questions, mate?
truer keywords have never been spoken ♥
so instead of cracking too many jokes, he'll nod and focus on the task at hand, snorting only a little bit at eggsy's joke. ] So- knees and grip and point it at whatever you want to shoot and only that? [ he glances over, one brow arched, in a mixture of yes i got it, it's not that hard and honest checking to make sure he's correct, before he turns back to the target. ]
And now I just...pull the trigger?