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elliot windsor

[ashleymakesthings]

Sebastian’s first vs. last appearance for now hopefully. 

[thequotejournals]

Everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.

Andrea Gibson, “Panic Button Collector” (via thequotejournals)

[elliotxwindsor]

valeriastjames‌:

The blonde always felt free when she played. Free and in her own little world, where there were no problems and issues and fears. It was so easy to lose herself in it, forget and be at peace with herself. This time was no different in that regard, but she did feel like she managed to come out a bit out of her own comfort zone. Playing in the middle of a train station was something Val never considered doing. Not for any particular reason, just something that never crossed her mind. And now… she wanted to to do it again. Seeing the smile on people’s faces, that meant to her a lot. When the crowd broke out into applause, the blonde blushed and smiled politely, staying seated demurely. She’d performed countless times to crowds and yet, this feeling, being accepted, was something she still wasn’t used to. She turned over to Elliot, the smile remaining on her face despite the fact she felt hurt he never shared this part of himself with her. “Our concert,” she corrected. They’ve hung out multiple times so far and and he never thought of telling her he could play? Why? She couldn’t think of a possible explanation to that, and right now wasn’t the right time to ask him why. She needed to wait till it was quieter and they alone for this.

He waved away the applause and stood back from the bench, taking Val’s hand and pulling her through the crowd of commuters to an arriving train. “I wouldn’t say our concert. I just accompanied you is all. You’re the one who’ll be selling out Carnegie Hall someday, Val. That was all you.” And Elliot didn’t usually make a show of his own playing, not one to enjoy something as soon as it became a job. “How do you feel?” He leaned against one of the pillars, waiting for people to get off the train so they could step on. “It definitely wasn’t the grandest concert experience.”

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hvandenbrg‌:

while theo napped, harry took the time to take a shower. he had gone out cold, which was technically not great as the new father had learned about how long naps would disrupt his sleep schedule. yet harry had no choice but to let him sleep. what kind of monster would he be otherwise? but of course, as soon as the water stopped running, he heard the familiar wailing. “shit,” harry muttered under his breath, and changed into clean work out clothes in record time. barefoot and with wet hair still, he entered the room. his very first reaction was somewhat surprised — it wasn’t normal that elliot would want to hold the boy. it almost made him have a pleasant chat with his brother-in-law, a sentiment that quickly disappeared as soon as the other opened his mouth. the nice surprise turned into quick anger, but the older one resisted from snapping him by quickly taking his child from the other’s arms. he spoke of his son as if he were a inanimate, which was mostly the spark of his sudden anger. “i know, i know. i’d be crying too, if that was the face i saw picking me up,” he tried reassuring the baby. “the hell did you do? he was asleep.” a complete shift of tone, now directed at the windsor.

“I didn’t do a bloody thing,” Elliot held up his hands in defense as Harry took his nephew. “I heard the bugger crying his bloody eyes out so I tried to comfort him while his father was off grooming. You may want to put on less AXE next time, mate – it’s actually overwhelming and that can’t be good for his senses. Or taste. God forbid he decides to follow in your footsteps where scents are concerned.” The last time he’d talked to Harry had been after the wedding at the Hamptons, but he’d somehow managed to avoid him until now, which was unfortunate, since he was waiting for Cecelia to come home which meant Harry as company. Unless he bailed first, which always was a possibility where Elliot was concerned. 

[elliotxwindsor]

“So how’s this work for you exactly?” Elliot asked, picking up a paintbrush and inspecting it with ring clad fingers as he strode through David’s studio space. “What’s your method,” he arched a brow at the other man, “I’ve had my portrait painted many times before, just so you know.” Said with a smirk but true nonetheless. He’d had to sit for numerous ones growing up and had always hated it. “As long as you make sure to capture all of this,” he gestured to his own face cheekily, “in the right light, I think we’ll be good.” 

cc @davidtxsh​

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“As I live and bloody breathe,” Elliot exclaimed as PJ walked into the party, a large grin on his face as he made his way over to her with a glass in hand. “You’ve deigned to come to the very party you told me you wouldn’t be caught dead attending. Do you hate yourself or just love me that much?” He teased, slinging an arm across PJ’s shoulders as he guided them to the bar. She’d need a solid drink to withstand the idiocy that was sure to show itself at this party.

cc @pjxalmeida​

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pjxalmeida‌:

“Just making sure. I know too much to only blackmail you in the end,” she smirked jokingly. Not that the idea hadn’t ever crossed her mind. Maybe after a drunken night with his company did those fleeting thoughts come in. But at the end of the day, Elliot would only ever be a friend. She knew the good, the bad, and the ugly regarding the prince and not that it made it more difficult if they were ever to hypothetically move past friends, but the dynamics would be a lot different and PJ didn’t want that to ever occur. “My point exactly. I’m one of a kind and you better start being a bit more grateful you asshat.” The last thing PJ had no desire for was being taking advantage because despite having a blunt and sarcastic persona, she did care and definitely gave people more chances than it was warranted. “I’m sorry, these people have true character. You want me to socialize with a bunch of drunken degenerates, most of whom are trying to hop into your pants so they can take a selfie wearing your crown the morning after?”

“You think you know but, believe it or not, I don’t cry about everything to you. Just most things,” he snickered, glad that they were fine. Despite his reputation and the people he knew, Elliot didn’t have many people he considered friends, certainly not a best friend. PJ was as close to that as he had and despite not saying it much, he was grateful for that. “Yeah, yeah, want me to affirm you every time I see you then, Peej? Now who’s the drama queen.” The Windsor grinned and took a sip of his drink before snorting. “Okay, false. My crown is actually back in England. I could always show you if you ever let me convince you to take a trip to London.  Besides, I’m not interested in drunken degenerates for once. Consider this my making it up to you once and for all. Except I can’t make anything up to you here. Everyone looks old enough to be my grandad. I’m afraid they’ll fall over any minute.”

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davidtxsh‌:

“ And what exactly do you mean by that ? ” He didn’t know if he was supposed to follow the meaning but he was clearly failing in that department. Then again, despite being pretty vague himself, he did have a few difficulties here and there understanding people who were as well. He briefly nodded his head when he repeated his words for confirmation, lips pressing together thoughtfully at his response – almost trying to find the sarcasm in his tone but there wasn’t any. “ Cecilia is your sister ? ” He questioned once more, not quite sure if he was at another wedding in the meantime. “Not fully by choice – but yeah, I was there.”

Elliot smirked at him, lifting his shoulders, “is it important what a stranger thinks?” he asked with a raised brow, finishing off the beer with a swig before tossing the cup into a bin. “Has been for the past....twenty-seven years? Last I checked anyway,” Elliot could see David catching up to what that meant. He never used his titles unless it got him something he wanted but given that he had everything he could possibly want, he rarely needed to use them.Elliot shrugged anyway, “I wasn’t there by choice –– family rarely is....don’t tell me you were forced into going?”

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valeriastjames‌:

It was nerve-wracking at first. Not because she wasn’t used to performing in front of a crowd, but because she wasn’t one to street perform. But she kept telling herself that’s it was an experience, a way to get out of her own comfort zone and so far it was going well. She needed to remind herself of that. Music always helped. She was so lost in it, she forgot her surrounding and it took her a bit to realize someone else was playing along with her. Elliot. What? How? When? What? She was lucky her shock didn’t make her stop because she was so used to playing and she had this piece memorized like her own name. She did a double take, her eyebrow up. How come he knew how to play? And never told her? It was… upsetting he never shared that piece of him with her… but right now wasn’t the time for this conversation. And so, she  smiled at him and played, played, played.

No one would ever call Elliot humble or demure, at least not in most areas of his life. But when it came to this –– to playing, he rarely showed off. At least not to people who would’ve cared. It was an act of defiance in and of itself. Keeping the one thing that people saw as valuable about him away from them. He’d stopped allowing himself to be paraded before dignitaries and politicians a long time ago, realizing that his parents affection was, largely, tied to his ability to impress. And once he stopped impressing, their investment in him went out the window. Val wasn’t like that, no, but he hadn’t felt compelled to share sooner. 

Maybe because he didn’t want it to change how she viewed him. Like maybe he was more valuable and able to be helped because of what he could do. But playing beside her, letting practiced fingers fly over porcelain keys, he felt like he always did when he played for strangers in the middle of a nowhere-important station: free. Like this was more himself than he’d been in a long time. Like he could close his eyes and still find his way home in the dark. Playing had always bee his way home. Not to a palace or a castle or an apartment. It had been a way back to himself. They played for what seemed like an endless amount of time but likely only amounted to a handful of long minutes, and once that final note was hit, he glanced up at the crowd that had gathered before they broke out into applause. He shot Valeria an impish grin, “I think they liked your concert.”

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valeriastjames‌:

A feeling of excitement rushed through the blonde. She was always happy at the idea of playing music, but in a place she’d never thought she’d play in before? That feeling was different. “You can’t go wrong with Beethoven,” she said with a gentle smile. “I think it’ll be very appreciated, hopefully!” Her mind thought of Moonlight Sonata or Fur Elise before deciding on the former given its popularity and the vibe of it. “Moonlight Sonata it is.” With that she smiled to herself and began playing, immediately losing herself in it.

Elliot watched as she thought over what to play, hands stuffed into his leather jacket pockets as he waited for her to decide. She was talented, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind about that, but he rarely saw her go out of her comfort zone and was glad she hadn’t argued with this. As she began to play the familiar piece, Elliot smiled to himself, watching some commuters gather as she did so and a minute in, he took the bench beside her, joining in without a word. Lithe fingers moved over the keys expertly, years of practice and raw talent combining to make the mechanics of playing with another easier than it would’ve been for most. He’d never played for her before, never even said he knew how to play, but he figured he could share this at the very least. 

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davidtxsh‌:

David tilted his head a little in thought at his words, taking a small sip of his drink as well. He did not know the guy at all but for some reason he could tell that his words were going to be extremely sarcastic, maybe even mocking because really, in the two times they’ve talked – he hadn’t been anything but that. “I guess you’d consider that a quirk. Like me buying stuff for people that just did their job,” he added with a small grin, shrugging his words off for a moment. “ Is that why you were at that wedding the other day ? ” David was already tagging along to where he was headed, his voice becoming increasingly louder with the music just to make sure the other understood. “I don’t drink so, the first .. and I have a slight obsession with food stands.”

“Cute,” Elliot said with an amused look, “you’re a slight bit different than I’d have thought at first glance, mate,” he shrugged, thinking that David had looked more dangerous that first night than he had in the nights since. Of course, the fact that he was so adamant about helping Elliot out, and was consistently nice dispelled that notion almost entirely. He glanced back at David’s question, brow quirked as he took a swig of his beer, “wedding?” Brows furrowed slightly as understanding dawned on him and he let out a laugh, sharp and amused all at once, “you mean my sister’s wedding?” He scoffed now, stopped slightly and turning on his heels to face the other man, “you were there?”  At the back of his mind, he registered him saying he doesn’t drink, which was odd to Elliot but he filed that way for future questions, more curious about why he’d been at Cecelia’s wedding.

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pjxalmeida‌:

“Is that so? I didn’t know you had these feelings for me E,” she smirked trying to push his buttons a bit. The Windsor being vulnerable was a rare sight to see. PJ could count on one hand how many times she witnessed him being apologetic and this one certainly trumped the rest. She was going to milk it for all she could. “Yes. But f I can’t tolerate you and your baggage, who else can?” The Almeida honestly couldn’t even remember how the Windsor boy had come into her life, but he sure brought a lot of amusement and stellar moments since she befriended him. PJ wasn’t going to through him to the curve for his actions, but she also not going to keep tolerating his bullshit anymore either. “Didn’t I say it’s water under the bridge? If you want me to say you’re forgiven then fine. Prince Elliot of the highly esteemed Windsor family, you are forgiven of your trespasses and falsities. You will not be punished for your crimes any longer, but know that if you strike out again you will fall to the wrath of the pristine ruler of this kingdom, Phoebe James Almeida.” With that she took a sip of her beer and placed a fist out at him. “We’re cool, I promise.”

He flipped her off with a roll of his eyes, taking a sip of the drink set before him. “Don’t get your bloody hopes up, Almeida. I didn’t mean it like that.” And if he ever did, he wouldn’t bloody well say it like he just had. Elliot wasn’t into needing people more than they needed him so even this groveling (what it felt like anyway) was hard enough to get out. Thankfully, he didn’t need to worry about feelings. He cared about PJ but because they were friends and she knew his bullshit better than most. “Absolutely no one, not even my mum,” he said with mock sincerity, a glint in his eyes as he set his glass down and nodded at her. “I appreciate it, but if we’re going with formal titles, I’d suggest His Royal Highness Prince Elliot of Wales, it’s on my birth certificate.” Snickering, he jerked his chin in appreciation of the fact they were good and glanced around, “so since we’re cool, I don’t suppose you fancy going somewhere just a bit more lively? Or at least not where most of the patrons don’t look like they’re halfway to the grave?”

[elliotxwindsor]

“I don’t know what you want, mate,” Elliot told a crying Theodore as he held his nephew. He’d been crying for a few minutes before Elliot had gotten to his nursery and though he loathed to pick him up, he hated hearing that inconsolable screeching even more. “And I don’t bloody know where your mum is,” he pat the baby’s head, as though that would do anything and when Harry stepped into the room, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead huffed out a breath, “Jesus, took you long enough, here,” he held out his son to him expectantly.

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[malcolmbrights-a-deactivated202]

“I open my mouth. I want to say: I’m breaking, and I need someone to hold me together. But no sound comes out.”

— Beth Revis, A Million Suns (via weltenwellen)

[sethkate]

Mayans MC + Gato/Mis (1.06)

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davidtxsh‌:

“I know but I honestly wouldn’t have known what to look for if you hadn’t been there.” That much the other probably expected but he figured he’d say it outright at least once and even if this was his job, he did it well – not like he’d mention the napping on the counter part. “You always ask the same questions,” he retorted then, not really finding that there’s a reason to answer anymore. “ Do you always help drunk people in need ? ” He repeated the question that the other had uttered on the night they’d met, attempting to mimic his accept. “I’m sorry to break it to you, man but you’re not that special,” he then mused, taking a small sip of his lemonade then, looking around for a moment before he continued. “Interesting but not that big of a deal.”

“Well, guess I’m glad I could help,” he shrugged, taking another swig of his drink with a grin, “and yet, no one would really call me predictable. For the record, though,” Elliot’s grin twisted into a smirk as he eyed the other, “I know quite a few people who’d disagree but, to each their own, right?” He preferred David to think of him as unimportant, if he was being honest. It helped him forget that he was always, in some way or another, on the world stage by virtue of being born into the wrong family. “So do you really like spring or are just into overpriced booze?” He began walking towards one of the stages with music blaring, nodding his head  in invitation for David to follow suit. 

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valeriastjames‌:

Wait, he was serious. She looked over the piano then at Elliot, then at the piano again. Val had never done a street performance before and she didn’t know why she was so surprised. Maybe because she never expected Elliot to surprise her with a piano in the middle of the subway. She couldn’t refuse, of course, for a number of reasons. One was that Elliot looked truly happy about this, second, maybe the people were expecting some performance and she didn’t want to disappoint anyone and frankly, she can’t see a piano and not play. Besides… didn’t she always say she wanted to try out new things? A street performance sounded like a new experience to her. She took a deep breath. “Okay, okay, I’ll do it.” She walked to the piano and sat down, tracing her fingers along the keys before looking at Val. “What do you think I should play? A classical piece or a cover of a song?” She could also play something of her creation or even improvise. She could honestly do it all, but she  wanted to play something that the people would enjoy and there was a wide range of different options, and doing something people knew might be the safest option. Her brain was already rushing through all the possible melodies she could play.

Elliot waited for her to take it in, knowing that this wasn’t something she’d have done ordinarily but actually grateful she wasn’t fighting the idea either. He shifted from one boot-clad foot to the other, hands stuffed in his leather jacket as he waited for her to speak and a grin broke out across his face. Good. “I think a classical piece would really fit the whole,” he gestured around at the grimy subway platform, “aesthetic –– what do you say? Think Beethoven would like to be performed here?”