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[edwardwindsor]

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💏 Our muses meet under the mistletoe

The ballroom was packed with people from all over the world partaking in some generous hotel-sponsored Christmas cheer, waiters maneuvered their ways gracefully through the crowd with platters piled high with hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne while Edward hovered awkwardly in the corner. The Queen had managed to persuade him with little bargaining to come down from his room and make nice with the dignitaries she wanted him to become friendly with, but he’d already hit his quota for small talk for the evening. As a platter full of small glasses of sangria blurred past, he reached out to swiftly steal one from the delicate arrangement. 

It had been a few hours since the announcement of his new engagement and he still had yet to confront Phillip about it. He didn’t know if he was waiting for Phil to make the first move or if the whole thing was just too awkward to approach at the moment. Edward downed his glass of sangria and handed it off to another passing waiter, bracing himself to go back out into the fray of ‘oh, how lovely to see you again’s and ‘yes, Greece is marvelous this time of year’s. As he stepped out into the bundles of people, he noticed a figure standing on the far side of the room. A certain head of instantly recognizable dark curls, as that was just his luck. Edward nearly turned to resume finding the next politician he needed to greet, but of course he somehow managed to catch the other’s gaze from across the room.

He plastered on a –– definitely not nervous or uncomfortable –– smile and sauntered towards the archway, hands casually in his pockets. Just as he was about to say ‘I’m glad I’m not the only one who was dragged down into this nightmare’, a woman nearby gasped excitedly, pointing up above them. “The mistletoe! We’ve finally caught two people beneath the mistletoe!”

Sure enough, fastened into the archway above them was a bundle of twigs tied festively in a bright red bow. Edward stared back down at him wide-eyed, this wasn’t exactly how he’d wanted the exchange to go but he wasn’t about to be a Grinch at a public event –– he really didn’t need that phone call from home –– so he panicked, clamped his hands down on either of Phil’s cheeks and pressed their lips together.