#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."

[ofblackskies]

@westwingsolo liked for a mia thermopolis starter

“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.”

[jmencken]

starter for @westwingsolo

  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.      

[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?"

[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!”

[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.

[dutyled]

THE DIFFERENCE WAS NICHOLAS GOT UPSET when his train of thought went out of the window. Alex always seemed happy for the distraction. He wasn't as bad lately with it even his sister Rita pulled him away from work. "It's sarcasm, love." He had his shirt in his hands and went to throw it at Diaz's head after he saw the smirk. "I don't know how you have your train of thought when I'm standing here prancing around the room half-naked." As if he needed to say more.

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[f1rst-prince]

Meme- "Be honest... am I in over my head?" (Luna or Ellen)

"Honey, you've never met a challenge you didn't like, but if you're referrin' to sleepin' with the prince of England, there are other things we gotta talk about there, but being in over your head ain't one of 'em." Ellen smiled, nudging the pizza toward her son as she leaned back on the sofa. "Anyone can see that boy is completely in love with you, even if he's shit scared o'it all." She paused, touching his cheek. "Do you think you're in over your head?"

[hrhenryfox]

Meme: "Must you always sacrifice your happiness for your sense of duty?"

"It's always been like this, Alex. People knew who I was before I knew myself. Duty had come embedded in me. I can't help it more than you can when it comes to your passion." Sometimes he wished it was different and he could live his life like he wanted too. It would never happen as long as he was prince.

[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.”

[changxlingfae]

@westwingsolo liked for a starter:

"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."

[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?

[royalbred]

"Welcome to the Williams Manor." He greeted the First Son near the staircase. "Sorry I couldn't come to the air field, I had a pressing matter to attend too." One his grandfather couldn't sit through. "I hope your rooms are to your liking. I took the liberty and put some scotch in your room in case you wanted to wind down. If your up to it, I do have some gin in the parlor room."

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[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?"