#westwingsolo

[leschanceux]

@westwingsolo asked rested their head on Henry's shoulder -

It's a quiet night in Central Park - warm, too, with the barest hint of a breeze just passing through to ruffle Alex's curls where they're resting on his shoulder. It's so peaceful, and if it wasn't for the fact that there's so much light pollution here ( so much so that he can't find Orion, though he knows roughly where it sits in the sky now ), Henry would find it an absolutely perfect moment. He turns his face into Alex's curls, kisses the top of the other man's head with a small, unseen smile. "I think," he starts, more to let Alex know that he's fully present and genuinely enjoying this time together, "that if I could pick any moment to bookmark and revisit as and when the mood took me, this would be one of those moments I'd pick."

[jmencken]

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  Given the recent events, Jeryd wasn’t in the mood to be dealing with people but there he was at an event tyring to show that he didn’t care what the press or his party mates thought about him or his scandal. It was grating. Loss of control was like a disgusting aftertaste to him, and he wanted to regain it. “Have something to say?” he said when he saw Alex come over and knew there’d be someone saying something. “Your outing had a better reaction than mine, but I guess that’s not surprising. So, if you have anything to say go right ahead.”

[changxlingfae]

@westwingsolo answered: [ CLEAN ] — sender begins cleaning receiver's mess

It was probably a solid 5 minutes before Alex even noticed the movement around him, and it was only after he reached for his coffee cup and it was where he put it down before. He was going to protest, a frown on his face when he realized how late it was and that he should have left campus hours ago. He looked up at the red head who had his mug in his hands. "... Oh sorry... I should leave huh?" He's been working on this paper for school for two days straight, every hour melting into a single point in time.

"Oh, it's okay," Bex promised. He offered a kind smile. "I was more concerned about the no open liquid containers rule here."

He gestured with the coffee and the area around them. "Not exactly a break it you buy it thing, but stains are quite difficult to get out, if it doesn't ruin whatever was stained."

[hstoryhuh-a]

“Baby…? What… what is that?”

for   just   a   brief   second,   henry   is   confused;   but   that's   all   it   takes   before   the   realization   is   settling   in   and   he's   reaching   upwards   to   where   his   latest   decision   rests.   it   had   been   completely   impulsive   on   his   way   home,   he'd   nearly   talked   himself   out   of   it   more   than   a   few   times   but   a   little   nudge   from   his   best   friend   over   the   phone   and   ...   well,   he   didn't   hate   it   at   all.   the   metal   is   cool   against   the   tips   of   his   fingers.         ❛❛   do   you   hate   it?   ❜❜         henry   wonders,   brow   furrowing   as   he   tried   to   think   of   if   alex   had   ever   mentioned   not   liking   them   -   the   former   prince   draws   a   blank.      

[ofblackskies]

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“Do you feel as much like a fish out of water at these things as I still do?” Mia asked, sliding up beside him and looking out at everyone dancing. Even after becoming a Queen, it was weird knowing she came from a converted firehouse to end up in a ballroom. “The crab cakes are great, though.”

[tofeelthecold]

@westwingsolo hit the heart.

"I never want to see cake again," Henry muttered under his breath as he looked at the monstrosity currently taking up space on a table in the corner of his room. The cake incident at Philips wedding had put him off and apparently now he was being haunted by it. "Who's wedding is this again?"

[trueborngenovian]

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Nicholas felt bad for the President's son. He seemed slightly out of his element, not egregiously so, but enough that the Prince Consort noticed.

"You can relax a little. The next couple of days are much more casual than this. The state dinners and stiff protocol aren't really Her Majesty's style. She wants you to enjoy your visit here."

[mecwmellc]

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even though it had been years since president bartlet had left the white house, josh felt like he could never leave. it wasn’t exactly the same without president bartlet, cj, and leo but he admired president claremont and her new ideas. her staff were even more welcoming, if that was possible. he was especially impressed with the self-proclaimed white house trio, it was obviously they cared about their roles, alex especially. josh smiled and chuckled a little, he hoped alex stayed onto that excitement for as long as he could. “please, it’s the least i could do,” he said with a shake of his hand. “i owe you for all your work on your mom’s campaign anyway. you turned texas blue for the first time in decades! centuries!”

[faerytle]

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   “You look a little lost,” Cassie said, noting him wandering the city with the look of someone new to the city. It was a look she wasn’t unused to around here. They did get many tourists on the day to day basis, after all. “This your first time in London, I take it?”

[jmencken]

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    He knew that he was a controversial figure, revelled in it, but everyone in the room knew that he won and that he was a powerful figure with an immense amount of influence. People who hated him and publicly scorched him were now sucking up to gather as much favour as he could, and he let them but had no intention to humour them. It was the people who remained cold and critical of him that he admired. Sure, they hated him but the firmness in their beliefs was something to be admired. Alex was one of them. Those people he thought were more worth his time than someone so fickle.

“Maybe I do that in private,” he winked. “No, in all seriousness I’ve said my thanks to them but that’s where it ends. I meant every word in my speech, I’m not giving handouts and favours, not even to the people who helped me. Besides, I remember what you did for your moms campaign. Impressive. You have real promise.”

[adualprincess]

@westwingsolo sent: “Are you alright?”

No. No she wasn't. She was, in a word, hungover. But as the first rule of being hungover was to never admit to one's parents that you were hungover, she simply nodded. Slowly. And gently.

"I think I'm still a little jet lagged. I just need some breakfast." Toast. Runny eggs. Black coffee. Give her a bit of that, some aspirin, and a few hours more sleep and she'd be right as rain.

[hstoryhuh-a]

@westwingsolo : ( sms ) : i'm outside. come on. we're going out.

[ sms : Alex ] : We are? [ sms : Alex ] : Did you forget the part where we require security?

[changxlingfae]

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"When I say that I'm happy to get whatever you need to be comfortable in the library, I do mean it," Bex promised. "I spent a long time making sure I can spend near every day in a library, so it makes me really happy to see someone else like it here, too."

[leschanceux]

@westwingsolo gets a thing! -

It had been an entirely accidental discovery.

The kids hadn't been particularly overt about things, it was just that apparently, Alex knew the same secluded spots in the bars around DC that Rafael did - the spots where people were more than used to having politicians drop by for a quick after-work drink.

And it just so happened that Raf seemed to have a radar for this kind of thing.

Alex and the prince were sat close together in the furthest corner, apparently holding hands under the cover of the relative dimness of the room. Raf felt a twist of something like envy - he'd never been able to do things like that when he was young and stupid - but he waited, biding his time with a drink in his hand until the prince excused himself to go to the bathroom or whatever else one could do in the back of the bar.

Making his way slowly ( but with definite purpose ) across the floorspace to where Alex remained at the table, he cleared his throat, knowing that this was absolutely none of his business ( and yet... this was the kind of thing that could end a political career when it was still in the just a dream phase ).

"Does your mother know you're here?"

[prophecid]

@westwingsolo: cont.

“What to get Henry for Christmas, huh?” Beatrice asked, a smile on her lips. Oh, this was a day she’d been waiting for. When one of Henry’s boyfriends would come to her for any sort of advice in regards to her younger brother.

“I can help with that. Do you have a pen and paper on you? You might want to write this down.” Or not, but that was just her opinion. “To start, I know you know Henry loves music as much as you or I do. I could see him really enjoying some pieces of piano sheet music from some of his favorite musicians. In fact, I’ll list off a few for you now.” Which she did, with spelling because she knew some of those were rather difficult. “Other than that, I could see Henry enjoying one of those writing notebooks, you know the ones, that look elegant but aren’t. He’d try to say you didn’t have to get him something fancy, but those can actually be really good priced if you know where to look. And sweaters, I always found giving Henry a good sweater usually got him wishing he’d gotten me something more. I swear, he’s easy to please, Alex. I’m sure he’ll love anything you get him. And that’s all still on, right? Christmas? I’m planning on flying in a few days before so long as it’s still okay.”

[mecwmellc]

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mia's first thought upon seeing the news of the royal wedding was thank goodness that's not me. she'd prefer to not relive her high school years, but she wouldn't put it past herself to still destroy a cake worth 75,000 dollars now, a few years later. what surprised her was learning from her grandma was that zahra had reached out about alex claremont-diaz attending the state dinner in genovia. something about damage control and making sure the world knew he wasn't actually a complete nuisance. mia was interested in meeting him, she still flew back to america on occasion and loved learning about everything that president claremont was doing. so she was surprised when she looked around the room at the state dinner and couldn't find him. whatever, he'd show up.

a few minutes later, she saw a pear rolling on the floor and what looked like a head of black hair trying to get it back. mia held back a laugh, the pear trees were something she had to get used to for sure. what was genovia doing with pears of all things? still, she called out to him. her eyes widened when he stepped on the bear and fell in her arms. mia reached out to catch him and was relieved when she did so, considering her giant skirt and how much taller he was. she couldn't help but giggle at his comment. "it's nice to meet you too, alexander gabriel claremont-diaz," she said. "are you okay?"