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[eggcel]

Eggsy Unwin (23) cheeky little shit. looks good in a suit. flexible. always up for a laugh. and sex.

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Comments

[brainiest]

I have no idea what you're talking about. I know I'm being a bit of an idiot.

[eggcel]

oi

every time you put yourself down I'm gonna give you a thigh kiss in the future

[brainiest]

Is that a promise?

[eggcel]

I promise

(this is the part where you call yourself every name under the sun so I practically have to make out with your thighs :P)

[brainiest]

Someone did call me an insufferable know it all... Which is true.

[eggcel]

that's 2

so one on each thigh

anything else?

[brainiest]

Um, yes, but it's. Horrible. I don't think you want to hear it.

[eggcel]

[ eggsy frowns. ]

you can tell me

[brainiest]

I don't want to ruin this! Let's go back to talking about kissing. And thighs, not just mine.

[eggcel]

[ it's kind of hard for eggsy to get back into the mood when he keeps wondering what the bad word is. ]

hermione...

tell me

please

[brainiest]

[ ... and she ruined it. she closes her eyes, a little sad before she breathes out. ]

Mudblood.

[eggcel]

mudblood?

what's that mean? like, dirty blood?

why would someone call you that?

[brainiest]

That's exactly what it means. Dirty blood.

My parents aren't magical, so I'm muggleborn. People with 'pure' blood don't really like that very much.

[eggcel]

jesus... we've got more in common than I thought

what the fuck is wrong with people

I'm sorry you have to deal with that shit

[brainiest]

It's alright, I don't let it bother me any more. I try not to, at least. If they want to call me a mudblood then they can - I'm proud of who I am and where I came from and I have shown them, over and over, that I am just as strong and smart as the lot of them. My blood doesn't change that, nor does what they did to me.

[eggcel]

[ sounds familiar. ]

what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, yeah?

[brainiest]

Exactly.

Does this mean I might be allowed a few more kisses?

[eggcel]

for being a fighter and proving those shitheads wrong?

I'd give you a hundred

but not for that word

fuck that word

[brainiest]

I...


There's something I have to tell you.

[eggcel]

go on

[brainiest]

[ she really doesn't know how to stay it, so she just --

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[eggcel]

[ Eggsy doesn't know how to respond to that.

He really doesn't.

He's going to have to go straight over to Hermione's place and wait outside in the freezing cold until she opens up. ]

Hermione? [ He calls her name loud enough for her to hear through the door so she knows it's him. ]

[brainiest]

[ The silence makes her panic, makes her heart rush in her chest, and she tries her best not to let it get to her. She knows it's a big deal, she knows that it's an issue, and she tries to fight to not let it hurt her. It's an ugly thing, even if she had reclaimed the word - mudblood and proud - and understanding that it might be there forever is hard for her.

After putting her phone down and curling up with Helga, she startles when she hears the voice at the door, sitting up quickly. Rolling down her sleeves and pushing her hair up and out of her face she goes, opening the door and ushering Eggsy with a hand on his arm; he must be freezing and she's scolding despite her red eyes and damp cheeks. ]

Are you absolutely mental? It's a blizzard, Eggsy!

[eggcel]

[ In hindsight, he probably should have told her he was coming over so not to worry her. But rarely does Eggsy thinks through and he's here now, practically being blown into Hermione's apartment. He takes one look at her face and has to hug her. It's why he came over anyway but the fact that she's been crying makes him want to hug her even more.

So as soon as the front door is closed, Eggsy's holding her, one arm wrapped tight around her waist, one hand cupping the back of her head, burying his face into her neck.

He's probably the worst person to be hugging right now because he's so cold but it's the only way he can respond to the image he sent in a way that isn't rage over the idea of someone being sick enough to scar her. There's also that fear that maybe she did it to herself. ]

[brainiest]

[ She wants to scold him, she wants to smack his shoulder and tell him off for how utterly ridiculous he's being, but she doesn't really have the will or the energy. Admittedly, Hermione feels awful for showing him, for dragging this out, for shoving them at him when they were joking around and having fun, but if they were going to do things together (which she knows they are, there were promises made and she wants to, she does) he'd have seen the scar eventually and she would have had to explain...

Her arms wrap around him tight, leaning close and squeezing at him, letting him press his face into her, letting him hold on.

For all that he might be cold, for all that the frost is probably making his hands ice against her, she doesn't care. She grips at him, pulls him closer and holds him, turning her head to press against his - her nose is squashed but that hardly matters. She just grips, fighting back a fresh set of tears. ]