#henry: threads

[immortalmuses]

@leschanceux sent: ❝ oh, yeah? and what are you gonna do about it? ❞ ( alex to henry re; something completely daft )

          Alex Claremont-Diaz is infuriating, and Henry is so in love with him he could die.

          Not that Alex needs to know that. Or how Hen would literally let the younger man do anything to him so long as it keeps his beautiful, heart-shattering brown eyes turned his way (a fact already proven, perhaps, by how the Prince just now let Alex bind him to a headboard with his own neck-tie).

          None of this changes the fact that Alex is perpetually full of bad ideas, though. In fact it's worse, considering how Henry cannot bring himself to tell the American No. It guarantees that they, this relationship thing they are doing, is on a collision course with disaster. (And that tiny, private voice of self-preservation living in the back of Henry's brain reminds him that he's unlikely to survive the fallout).

          So. It's up to the Prince of England to remind Alex that attempting to ditch their PPO and sneak into Berlin's infamous queer cruising bar Ficken 3000 is just Not On. Christ.

           "What I am going to do about it--" Henry says, dragging his fingers through his already mussed hair and trying to ignore the fact that his pants are still on the other side of the room, "...is... act like a reasonable adult that doesn't want to cause yet another international scandal. Or be murdered by our respective security detail." He lofts his eyebrows at Alex, daring him to be cheeky about Amy's wrath, "....that failing, I may have to tie you to the bedposts."

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for @leschanceux's Alex

[ SMS ➡️ American Menace ] So it seems I'm meant to cut the ribbon on a factory opening today. Be still my racing heart.

[ SMS ➡️ American Menace ] Did you know the UK exports over £130 billion in heavy machinery and transport equipment every year?

[ SMS ➡️ American Menace ] (this does not make my appearance at these things any less inane.)

[immortalmuses]

"Look at me. Look at me. This isn't your fault. None of this is your fault - you didn't do anything wrong, do you hear me?" - Shaan for Henry

oh no, @f1rst-prince made me feel feelings!

          Henry's eyes -- when he finally looks up at Shaan -- are bloodshot, pale irises made devastatingly blue by the redness rimming them. Tears clump in his eyelashes but get no further, his cheeks dry and gaunt in the low light of his private sitting room.

          For a moment, the prince is so still he could be carved from stone. Just another particularly tragic statue of incautious youth, to be placed alongside all the others in the halls of the V&A.

          Then his face crumples.

          "If only that were true." Hen says, voice shaking. He tucks his hands against his sternum, balled into fists to keep himself from reaching out to Shaan, this one kind voice in a veritable ocean of accusation and censure. "I've... made a right mess. The things I said, that I wrote... Shaan, people are going --" The Prince sucks in another unstable breath, looking pained and ashamed, his voice breaking. "Oh god... Bea is going to be so hurt."

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thread with @f1rst-prince, continued from here:

Bea tries to keep her own voice as steady and soothing as possible, lacing her fingers with Henry's and squeezing to let him know that he's not alone in this. "Mum hasn't exactly shown much interest in things for a long time," she says softly, meeting his eyes. "I know she's... struggled, but its true. And Philip still defers to the old guard - they'd much prefer him on the throne than her."

A soft sigh leaves her lips, as she glances around Henry's room, then back at her brother. "If you want me to be completely blunt," she hesitates, "I think it might be a good idea if we both think about.... about leaving while we can. England, that is." Maybe its her own worries talking, maybe Philip wouldn't really do this, but Beatrice didn't think their father would really die, and he has. "Maybe I'm thinking too much," she says carefully, "but... I don't know," she hates worrying Henry. He already worries too much, about everything and everyone, but lying to him is equally impossible. .

ㅤㅤㅤHenry curls his fingers between Bea's own, holding onto her smaller hand like one might clasp a precious gift, cherished and breakable. None of this has been easy for his sister, the Prince knows that better than anyone. And yet he can sense how she tries to shield him, shouldering his burdens in addition to her own.

ㅤㅤㅤWe're like two trees splintered in the storm, propping each other up to keep from falling... Henry thinks. He hates it.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Bea..." He says helplessly. The Prince's expression flickers, fracturing into something lost, an echo of how he'd looked in the months following their father's death. "...This is our home. Where would we go?"

ㅤㅤㅤThere are properties, of course. Land titles held by the Crown all over the world, whether via colonization or through legitimate purchase. Henry and Bea can certainly absent themselves from the country.

ㅤㅤㅤBut it's not so simple as departing England itself, is it? No matter where the siblings go, they will still be under the purview of the Firm. They will still be a Prince and a Princess... and all that it entails.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Is it wise, to distance ourselves while Philip makes decisions that affect our lives?" Hen asks finally, his eyes lowered to the bedding in thought, "... Or Mum's life?" He hesitates before adding, almost too quietly to hear, "...Dad wouldn't have wanted this."

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@f1rst-prince sent: [text: hrh prince dickhead 💩❤️] ❛  all i could think about today was you.  ❜

          It's quite early (or quite late, depending on how one might look at it) when Henry feels the vibration of his phone indicate an incoming message. The prince sets down the dog-eared novel in his hand, already smiling as he fishes his phone from his pocket. There's only one person who would be messaging him at this hour...

[ SMS ➡️ American Menace ] that sounds very distracting, if not potentially dangerous [ SMS ➡️ American Menace ] I may have thought of you today as well, but only every other hour 😉

          It's an absolute lie, of course. Henry's thoughts have strayed to Alex at least every fifteen minutes since he woke up this morning. Even his novel cannot stop him from wondering what the other man has been doing since they were last together.

[ SMS ➡️ American Menace ] I much prefer it when you're in the other room, rather than the other continent...

[mercurysunstar]

who: henry and raleigh @sparepcrts

"hey kid, how's work been treating you lately?" henry asked. he invited him to have breakfast with him before his own shift because they were both busy, sometimes it was hard to get moments like this. he sat in the booth, taking a glance at the menu, "get whatever you want, it's on me."

[immortalmuses]

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?” ( alex & henry )

Henry groans, leaning his head back against the seat rest of their private limo. The partition is up, so he doesn’t hesitate to reply—

“Oh god, Ten. I could murder a plate of nachos right now.” The prince reaches up to loosen the knot of his cravat, slipping the pin into his pocket along with his cuff links, “…Why do official state dinners consist of so many courses but somehow still have so little food?”

[chaoticallycosmic]

Open to: F (Mun/Muse/FC 25+)

"I know you worry, but I'll be okay. I've been training for a fight like this."