Ginger + Heat
Ginger was one of those people who was constantly cold. Despite having lived in Kentucky for years now, the moment summer begins waning and the crisp fall starts creeping into air, she needs every long-sleeve, sweater, jacket, coat, everything so she’s not shivering when heading over to Statesman HQ in the chilly mornings. Tequila liked to tease her whenever he’d see her in thick cardigans, saying it was still September, to which she’d reply that October was close enough.
When Kingsman came crashing into her life, she became jealous of the suits they were able to wear, mostly because it meant that no one would ever mock them for being clad in long sleeves and layers.
They were taking Harry through yet another test when she realized she forgot her coat. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep in the warmth and stop herself from shivering, but it was no use. Suddenly, she felt something large (and warm, thank god) drape across her shoulders. She looked up to see Merlin wrapping his field jacket around her. He smiled lightly and said he thought she looked cold, and the heat that spread across her cheeks was also from the jacket, she swore.