previously on 'Royals'...

Henry, 42, London. Old nerd playing game of thrones with his family. "I'll hazard I can do more damage on my laptop sitting in my pajamas before my first cup of earl grey than you can do in a year in the field." /// kingsman RP

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Carl: Go, face the dragon!

Henry: [stares into the camera like Frank Underwood in The House of Cards] Va dormir!

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Carl: :)

Carl: BOO.

Henry: I'm calling your mother right now.

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Carl: Now that's what I call a threat! Okay, I'll try.

Carl: Food will be provided :)

Carl: Goodnight!

Carl: Je t'aime?

Carl: :)

Henry: I'm just being worried!

Henry: Have a good sleep and rest well

Henry: Yeah, I guess. I love you, you idiot.

Henry: those smile faces are creeping the shit out of me.

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Carl: Since it's midnight, my morning is probably 4am but lunchtime is fine. 2pm?

Henry: I'll call your fucking mother if you don't get more sleep than fucking four hours, I swear to all gods. 1pm is good. Bring something to eat if you may, my fridge is empty.

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Carl: I can always be back? Preferably in the morning since I'm getting ready for sleep as we speak (??????? ? ? ?)

Henry: What time is morning and can it be around lunch because if you will show up I need to have Afghanistan reports done beforehand, meaning now and my head needs some encouragement.

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Carl: The mental part was way hotter I guess? Because, come on, you know we can get pretty hot and on the other hand there's nothing hot in sitting under the shower and playing with my own dick.

Carl: Or is there something?

Carl: Have I really sent these texts...

Henry: You did and I liked the image. But you know, I'm after some two long months of drought.

Henry: oh God now there's that. Why didn't you stay? I'm starting to have second thoughts about needing time to think.

Henry: What is there to think of?

Henry: God I am so fucking dumb.

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Carl: The really hot one, in a lot of ways.

Henry: I'm going to put away writing those reports now and you're going to tell me. The 'really hot' part got me interested.

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Carl: Considering that I've run out of photos to look over and have done a couple of other things... The patience has prolly given up sooner than expected. How bad it that?

Henry: Oh so this is what was really hard! Why I didn't think of it earlier? So how it was? A cold shower or a really hot one? (It was the former in my case.)

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Carl: Fair point. I won't.

Henry: Sooooo? Did you grow impatient?

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Carl: I just wanted to do this cat's curiosity thing I guess. The only difference was that I didn't jump onto your desk, causing a big mess.

Henry: Oh. The big mess thing... I don't want to sound picky but you've been there and done that already, can't you just not do that again?

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Deutsches Museum Flugwerft Schleissheim - Munich 2015 - Photography by Jason Battersby

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Carl: THIS TEXTING IS A FIRING RANGE

Carl: WHAT'S GOING ON

Henry: and I'm not even trying to hit the target, as it seems. I don't know what is going on, you tell me, you started.

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Carl: I'm setting it aside again then.

Henry: ?!??!??!?!? NOW THAT YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION YOU DUMB... ughhhhhhh. WHY.

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Carl: Depends on what you're referring to.

Henry: Keeping your hands off the phone, of course. Since we established that, what do you want, I need my brain elsewhere.

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Carl: They've been kept off the phone for quite a while though.

Henry: You're addicted.

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Carl: Not bothering you is harder than I thought it will be :)

Henry: Keep your hands off the phone, maybe it'll be less hard.

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[Aglokay] ⇄ whatever you put out there is gonna come back

[kay-thesassman]

Oh, yes, this more relaxed atmosphere and the overall clarity of things were relieving. Way more relieving than Carlyle expected because it wasn’t supposed to be that easy to switch between serious talks and throwing jokes around like nothing had ever happened. He’d apparently forgotten that they’d been around each other for thirty fucking years and most of the things didn’t even need elaborated explanations because one little glance could be enough for the train of thought to be understood by the other side.

“I wouldn’t dare to pick up the gauntlet,” he chuckled and quickly finished his coffee. It was time to go, leave Henry’s personal space for some time and keep in mind that nothing went wrong. That he didn’t fail this time and that there was no reason to analyze each and every detail, looking for potential mistakes and torturing himself. Nothing good had ever come out this process. “Okay, I’m gonna go now, yeah?” Carlyle smiled, got to his feet and headed towards the kitchen to put his mug into the dishwashed.

He returned to the living room and stopped by the couch Windsor was sitting on. Leaning forward, Carlyle placed his hand on the other man’s shoulder and kissed Henry’s forehead. “I had to repay the debt of awkward kisses,” he explained, a wide smile spreading across his face.

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Before Henry could react, the Frenchman announced that he’d be going. It was better than asking Carl to leave which would be even more troublesome. Windsor didn’t have any idea for this, his thoughts were more troublesome to tame than on any other occasion and it was perfectly understandable. He was holding back, ha had to, he was supposed to be hurt party even though he was pretty much sure that soon he would throw this a bit artificial, forced distance away.

He was going to be all serious adult about it; waiting for Drier to come back from the kitchen. Thinking about what should be said, he was caught off guard when the Frenchman decided to place a kiss on his forehead. Damn, it felt like hard reset. A strong shiver went down his spine; looking up with questioning gaze he stumbled upon Carl’s smile. It was so calming and reassuring that Henry’s mind immediately brought back the idea of asking Drier to stay.

“I guess we’re even for now.” It was all that Windsor was able to say without thoughts slipping through his mind.

He walked his guest to the doors feeling again like a sixteen years old after that trip to Scotland. They’d come back to Buckingham Palace, both cheerful and looking at each other as if they would never split. They’d never promised each other to be together forever - it would be naive… All the prince remembered was how they were hiding their hands tangled together, how each touch was a promise, how each look was hiding a note of teenage, unrestrained lust. They weren’t kids anymore, stuff happened to them and yet they were standing facing each other next to the door, trying to find appropriate words to say. Henry took a deep breath.

“Thank you for coming and telling me. It’s everything for me right now but I have to… I have to think. Don’t worry about that. I will always welcome you with open arms, Carl. After all, you were my first and I’d be happy if you were my last.”

Wow, it seemed more than it should be said but it felt so right in this particular moment. Just don’t cry you idiot, just don’t cry, not now, wait till he leaves.