a hand written note for hartwin, please? :)

annaofaza:

Eggsy, 

Merlin called me into the shop. Apparently, Kay’s Hanoi mission took a bad turn, and he can hardly stand and persuade anyone to buy a suit in his condition. I know it’s your day off, and I apologize that we didn’t get that morning we planned. I’ll make it up to you tonight. Do you like cannolis?

~ Harry

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Had to run to Nairobi, please remember to pick up Daisy at her school at three. Love you! 

~Eggsy

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My darling, I’m still in Honduras with Agent Tequila, but you’re always in my thoughts. We cleaned up that smuggling ring, but must complete a last-minute problem that cropped up. I was told many times by Agent Tequila that I was a “dickhead boyfriend” for not sending you anything for weeks. Please accept these chocolates with my compliments. Don’t let Merlin steal the bourbon from you. ~Harry

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Pasta’s in the fridge and JB’s been walked. That wanker Merlin assigned me some last minute thing and wouldn’t listen when I told him we were having a night in. I’ll make it up when I come back, if you know what I mean 😉 ~Eggsy

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Happy birthday, dearest. I do hope you like the flowers; your mother mentioned that daisies are your favorite. There’s more, of course, but I’d rather give it to you in person. Apparently, Russian oligarchs don’t give a whit about birthdays. Those ice cold bastards. ~Harry 

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Roses are red, violets are blue, Chester was an arse, but not you. Happy Coronation Anniversary! ~Eggsy

PS hope you like the tiara. Daisy helped. 

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Two years, Eggsy, and I can’t imagine two more without you. I know flowers are traditional, but I thought you’d appreciate this more. Breakfast is downstairs. Head down when you’re ready. 

Love, Harry

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Harry, I know this is a bit off now that we’ve finally seen Gone Girl, but…well, shit, you probably know what this is, don’t you? It’s not like we haven’t talked about it. I’m fucking this up, aren’t I fucking hell. I meant to write you a poem, but I’m rubbish. It’s your fault if you still want to be  

Harry, meet me at the tailor shop you and I talked about. I’ll be waiting for you. 

Love, Eggsy

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