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[lordfuckleroy]

[ And though Henry was not going to mention love right now, he was halfway in love with Alex's vibrant self, the sparkle in his eyes and everything. Love was in the eyes and there had been moments when those eyes had sparkled with something; perhaps it also did touch upon annoyance too but for the most part he was quite smitten in the most impossible way. ]

I think that the annoyance was highly mutual, there are many times I have wanted to strangle you up to and including the cake incident.. [ But also he wanted to strangle him for how.. yes, hot he was. ]

I am very.. very.. very gay, Alex. The Daily Mail that constantly photographs me on dates with girls, those are so very staged as publicity. Half the time they are set up by the crown when they think that it would be good for me to be seen with a nice girl that is not my sister.

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[Don't mind Alex grinning like Henry wanting to strangle him was the single greatest compliment that he'd ever been given. Look, they were clearly mutually attracted to one another, and Alex wanted to make Henry smile that soft, genuine smile that lit up those blue eyes like the sun breaking from behind a cloud, and he also wanted to have extremely disrespectful sex with him. But he also couldn't see that changing the fact that the dynamic between them was something of a sparring match more often than not.]

That... [He wrinkled his nose.] Honestly that sucks, that you have to play pretend for the cameras. [It sucked more that The Crown which was his fucking family, pushed him into that.]

I get. Honestly, Nora kind of called it? [Nora was really the only one whose gaydar functioned at all because Alex was pretty sure she'd also figured him out way before he'd come to his own realizations.] But even if I get it, it still sucks.

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Wait a minute, Nora called what?

[ That statement had lodged in his brain and would not leave for anything. He had a sneaking suspicion that it was 'being gay' but he had to make sure-- the last time that he had been pegged for gay, that had been Pez who had figured it out when they were at Eton together.

Surreal experience indeed. Really Pez and Nora, and of course June really should meet up-- they all would adore each other. ]

I am uses to it, which I know you will protest to but after time, it just starts rolling off your back.

[ A beat ]

No apology necessary, Sweetheart.

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Your being gay and the whole models on yachts thing was staged. ...also my being bisexual.

[And his being more than a little infatuated with Henry. Nora was frighteningly perceptive and intelligent, and trying to hide anything from her was a losing prospect at best. ...fuck he really needed to talk to June about all this too. Cue a pang of missing his sister that was becoming familiar in this place.

And Henry was right. June and Nora would love Pez. Really, the group of all six of them would be a force of nature, he imagined.]

I bet Prometheus is used to the eagle too, but that doesn't make it suck less.

[But yeah okay fine he realized he had a fairly strong opinion on this that was not entirely fair, since he'd never been in any situation even close to what Henry has lived in his whole life.]

Oh no? Always so generous, your Highness.

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[ He had never told the models on yachts that he was gay, but perhaps they had figured it out? Which was fine, they did have lovely conversations about Bake-Off and EastEnders and also who their favorite member of Take That was. (That may have been absolutely a sign) ]

I think that your friend Nora has far too much power for her own good.

[ This was said with a validly sage nod, especially if she was calling out everyone left and right. ] Dare I say she knows too much?

[ A scoff as he pours himself one final cup of coffee, before he moved on to tea for the rest of the day. ] I tend to be quite generous to my more loyal subjects.. in fact I am but 5 minutes from pulling a Galadrial on you.

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She does. Or well, too much for my own good at least.

[Between her and June he was lucky he could get away with anything at all. But he was a go-getter when it came to trouble, so really, it was probably best that they were around to keep him vaguely in check. ...not that they were here. But he supposed Henry and Shaan and Zarah were.

Oh now that was an interesting comment. Color Alex entirely intrigued.]

I am dying to know what that means. Showing me the future in a mirror? Smiling cryptically while you talk into my head? Giving weird parting gifts? Freaking out when I try to give you a ring? All shall love you and despair?

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Why do I think that it is utterly sexy when you talk nerd to me?

[ He hated it that Alex got that reference, and also hated that it turned him on ever so slightly. Enough that he was putting the previous discussion quite out of his head; if June and Nora came here, they would discuss it. He also knew that he would have to tell Shaan about this whole thing, about dating Alex Claremont-Diaz.

Dating, it was not marriage. But gods, he was the type to want a steady commitment. He was not made for single-serving relationships so he was hoping that this was not the case, this was not just a fling.

That once Alex got to know the real him, he would understand that it was not all just crowns and cheerio's ]

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Because you're the bigger nerd, babe.

[They were both nerds. But Henry was clearly the nerdier nerd. Alex had text message conversations about Byronic poetry to prove as much. He was smiling still, amused, playful. Look, the relief in him that this finally came out and that Henry didn't hate him or want to avoid him for the rest of their lives had left Alex awash in something nigh on giddy.

Oh god they were going to go on a date.

Alex was also not the fling type. He might think he could handle casual, but he was a hopeless romantic who would fall incredibly hard, was already in the process of it really, given the way he was looking at Henry who was genuinely breathtakingly beautiful when he let himself actually relax, actually genuinely smile.

He reached out to smooth a hand down along the seam of Henry's robe where it lay crossed over at his chest.]

But that's one of the things I like about you.

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[ They were the same in that, that they were both hopeless romantics.

Just different aspects of those, Henry was Poetry on Moonlit nights, and Alex was likely the type that would fill a room with flowers or send a giant teddy bear-ogram; the two of them though would compliment that type nicely. ]

You will have to tell me more about yourself because I am at a disadvantage to my future self, so I will have to get to know you all over again.

[ A smile, soft and sweet--- perhaps because he wanted that, wanted to get to know him even if it was over dinner and maybe a nice romantic walk. Or cuddling on the couch they shared. ]

Because while I like much about you, I do not know what makes you tick...

[ A beat.. ]

Aside from chaos.

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[That fucking smile. He'd be furious about it if he weren't so smitten and endeared by seeing it on Henry's face. It had an answering smile stretching over his own face before he even consciously realized it.]

Guess you will. Lucky you. I'm a delight to discover.

[And incredibly modest, of course.]

Mm... mostly chaos. But there's a lot more about you I don't know yet too, so don't think you're getting off easy. Like... I don't even know if you like pina coladas or getting caught in the rain.

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[ It appeared that music, unless it was something patently british-- was not something that he was totally well-versed in so. He was trying to rack his mind for where that came from, and he was not making any sort of valid connections.

This would be the same guy who would be absolutely horrendous at the New Years Party when he was listening to the sound of Alex's high school years. ]

Pardon? It feels like it is always raining in Britain.. and especially London, due to it's proximity to the ocean.

[ Straight over his head. ]

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You're making me so sad right now.

[Alex sighed so heavily. Oh he remembered New Year's Eve and Henry's utter bewilderment at Get Low. So like really, he should have seen that coming.]

It's a song. ...about a married couple who are both trying to cheat on their spouse but they just wind up meeting each other. And then they kind of laugh it off. Honestly, it's a weird as hell song now that I think about it. The 70s were kind of fucked up though so I guess it figures.

[He curled his fingers into the fabric of Henry's robe, giving a little tug.] You're cute when you're confused though.

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How do you laugh off something like that?

[ He was literally perplexed, fucking boomers and their wierd songs, not that he would think that. Perish the thought, this was just the random musings of the jaeger pilot. As it stood, he felt himself being ceremoniously dragged back into Alex's sphere of influence which he was absolutely not displeased by. ]

Also, my knowledge of popular music is not as extensive as yours, I have no doubt about that though you could ask Bea and she would be able to tell you as there are many times she has snuck out to attend parties that she probably should not have. [ And which he covered for her. ]

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With pina coladas, apparently.

[No yeah weird as hell song, Henry. Alex did not disagree at all on that account. He smiled at the prince, fingers still playing with the fabric of his robe. He probably ought to leave Henry alone so he could go get dressed and start his day. He had things to do before their date night himself, after all.

But he was drawn to linger in the other man's presence.]

Sisters. [A shake of his head.] Bea sounds pretty great though. I hope I get a chance to get to know her.

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[ Well this moment had turned loaded and he realized with startling frequency that this was going to be a hell of a time trying to keep his hands off of Alex until their date started. Especially when he was gripped like that. ] You are a menace.

[ Please Henry, tell Alex something that he didn't already know. ] I should not even let you be touching me until the date.. to build anticipation.

[ He was tempted to smack Alex's hand away, but honestly that would be like hitting a puppy and he'd never.. yes shove him, but not smack him ]

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Anticipation? You realize I've been losing my mind over you for more than a month, right? The anticipation has been built and had its grand opening already.

[Like seriously, Henry. But Alex released his grip on Henry's robe, spending a moment to smooth out the fabric as he did, looking from his hand at the prince's chest up to those bright blue eyes.]

But fine. We'll let the tension build. Until the date.

[Alex would do his best to menace Henry in the meantime though.]

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Well let me have a bit of anticipation then, call it a Prince Tax though if I catch you throwing tea into a bay, I will be very unhappy with you.

[ What a perfectly good waste of tea. ]

No throwing tea, if you do-- I shall not give you a single kiss until you have fished them all out.

[ He runs a tight ship here, okay. He does reach over to lightly and delicately-- almost uncertainly, push a lock of curled hair behind Alex's ear though it does not stay there.. of course it would not, it-- like Alex, is made of perpetual energy and motion. ]

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Like all Americans, I am constantly resisting the overwhelming urge to dump tea into the nearest body of water. But I'll do my best.

[Alex answered with as much solemnity that he could muster. Henry was -- when he had let some of that perfect public poised prince persona slip -- adorable. What a threat though, being cut off from kisses when he just finally got to kiss him.

He went still at that touch, light and sweet and tender as it was. His heart skipped and fluttered hard against his ribcage. Oh Alex knew he was down bad for the prince already. His expression softened into a smile, and he stepped closer to press a kiss to Henry's cheek.]

I'm going to go for a run. See you at six?

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It is a date and on my schedule.

[ He turned his head so that their lips could brush, a fleeting tribute of 'no escape' and then he let go of Alex and then drew away. His blue eyes radiated few less worries then they had previously and that was all thanks to Alex, and perhaps even this place. ]

I expect you to be prompt.

[ And then an afterthought.. ]

I know where you live.

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Yeah. It is a date.

[Fuck it he was gonna buy flowers while he was out on his run. He was going to give this date his all, since he had the feeling it might be the first real date Henry had ever gone on, rather than a date that would look good for the papers and royal watchers.

Then when Henry turned his head and gave him that absurdly sweet little kiss and Alex melted.

He rolled his eyes for good measure at the I know where you live. Haha very funny.]

I'll be there with bells on.

[Be prepared.]

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[ Henry only smirked, as if giving Henry a bit of challenge to rise to.

And then he sauntered off into his own room and then shut the door so that he could change and take care of his own chores, such as doing a bit of straightening up and also read the network to see what was going on in the world that they had found themselves within.

Though once he had the door closed, he did lean back against it and allow the entire situation finally settle into him. If he had a pillow close at hand, he would hold it and yell into it like a teen girl.. or something. Dignified be damned. ]

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[Alex was the type to rise to challenges when they were set in front of him, and Henry was the most intriguing challenge that he had ever found himself facing. He watched the prince go -- which was not a bad view at all, thank you.

A shake of his head to try to shake himself out of it and he headed out for that run. And flowers.

And other errands he had for the day. Eventually he'd make his way back to shower and get ready for their date, fussing more over what he was going to wear than he likely would ever admit to. In any case, six o'clock on the dot he was knocking on the door to Henry's room, dressed, groomed, holding a small bouquet of roses and baby's breath.]

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[ So Henry had come back and pretty much overturned the entirety of the clothes that he had, which arguably was not much. He'd gotten some items of clothing from the town as well as from the coliseum. Finally he'd decided on a dark blue button down shirt and khaki pants, stylish but still casual. And then he opened the door.

He scented of soap and water as he did not quite have access to his cologne (though that would be something he would get at a later point in time) and when he opened the door he came face to face with Alex and the flowers.

No one had ever bought him flowers before. ]

Oh...

[ Excuse him for being dumbfounded, Alex.. this was literally the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for him. ]

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[Alex had chosen a pale blue Henley -- buttons deliberately undone because Alex Claremont-Diaz knew what he was about -- and jeans. He smiled as Henry opened the door, tilting his head slightly at that Oh in curiosity. What was that reaction, Henry?

He wiggled the little bouquet.]

These are for you. ...I know it's a little lame, but, well.. yeah.

[He wanted this to be a good first date, damn it.]

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[ So they could be matching, which let us be real also touched Henry quite a bit. It was true that Alex was exceedingly clever, the sort of clever that made Henry admire him all the more. On a deeper level that wasn't entirely superficial. That Alex had substance behind his style, all the better.

He took the bouquet and then pressed his nose to the blooms, how could he resist. It was such a cliche thing to do, but this felt like a fairy tale of sorts. This could have never happened in the real world, and part of him wondered if this was something specifically constructed by his mind, and that they were dreaming.

Oh no, he was smitten. ]

These are beautiful Alex, let me go put them in water.. [ But in consideration, he leaned in then and brushed his lips against a cheek. ] Thank you, this is very touching and I am trying to decide if I am dreaming at this moment. You may have to pinch me.