pov Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

pov Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor

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A Spark and Flash Paper
A Spark and Flash Paper
“When I was in college, my girlfriend and I used to play this game—” Henry has been through extensive and rigorous etiquette training. Private tutors. The whole lot. He’s been thoroughly and expertly edified to remain impassive, attentive, unruffled, in even the most extreme of circumstances. But if this gorgeous man is about to tell him about some sort of perverted royal roleplay he engaged in with his college girlfriend, Henry’s going to revisit his decision about not jumping out of the bloody window. Or: Henry attends a charity gala intent on changing the trajectory of his life. He certainly does, but not quite in the way he intended. (Henry’s POV of No Consequences)
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man with a (pearl) earring
man with a (pearl) earring
“You try for eloquence when your hot as fuck boyfriend trots on in and doesn’t feel the need to warn you about his new accessory,” Alex argues, pulling their bodies back flush. “Like … oh my god, baby, I can’t deal with you. What the fuck. You look obscene. Did it hurt?” “It stung a bit,” Henry admitted, watching in amusement as Alex’s eyebrows knit together in concern. “Baby,” Alex clucks his tongue and gently guides Henry’s face down to his lips. Henry flushes as he kisses the curve of his ear, his earlobe and then his cheek with an exaggerated smack of his lips. --------- OR after a drunken night with Pez, Henry gets his ear repierced. Alex has a lot of feelings about it.
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Sunless Dusting Libraries
Sunless Dusting Libraries
Henry should leave, he should wait until everyone is asleep and then silently leave, without a trace. As if he never existed in Alex's life, as if he never touched Alex's body, as if he never wanted only exist in his heart and mind. Because that is what Alex deserves. Alex deserves someone who can love him out and proud, someone who is not shamed for his existence, someone as bright as him, not the pale starlight gleam Henry is. But lying there on the pile of mattresses they piled together and called a bed- Henry can not even find it in himself to breathe, let alone get up and go. Betrayed by his own existence, once again. OR What-If taken by a depressive episode, Henry can not leave the lake house
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