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Raphael and Elsa — Activity Check

@franceslittlenightmare

“Just let me do this for you.” Raphael was used to the stubborn nature of his fellow French royal. Elsa was as stubborn as they came and an even bigger pain in his ass. Arms crossed, he stood in front of his long time friend with narrowed eyes. “I’m actually being nice for once, you might as well take advantage right?” He was obviously trying to manipulate her into accepting his help. “I mean, come on I thought your ultimate goal since we were kids was to make me your slave for the day?”

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Raphael and Raven — Activity Check

@ravenavalanche

“I know it hurts but can you hold on a little longer?” Raphael was kneeling down in the garden in front of Verona. She had been running around and playing when she tripped on a rock and immediately began crying. He was trying to soothe and maybe bribe her with candy if she stopped crying. “I’ll be able to put a bandaid on it in our room okay?” Sniffling, Verona nodded and made him pick her up. With his soon to be five year old perched on his hip, he grabbed their things and took her inside. It wasn’t a long trip back to their room, but he hated hearing his daughter cry. “Hey, Ray.” He greeted, raising a brow at her appearance outside his door.

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Raphael raised a brow at the snappy retort, he knew his people skill weren’t the best, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t been rude that time. “Well forgive me for pointing out the truth.” The next time I’ll let you fall on your ass, was left unsaid despite being on the tip of his tongue. It wasn’t often he went out of his way to help someone, and now he was remembering why. “You’re welcome.” He responded gruffly. “Raphael Lynch.”

Raphael x Hana — Activity Prompt

@hanamyung

Raphael was capable of being an asshole. It was no secret, it’s not like he tried to hide the fact either. He had a brutal way of staying things, not caring about the other person’s feelings as delivered the truth. But he wasn’t completely uncaring, just emotionally stunted. A thing he was working on. So in a moment of kindness he helped a woman that tripped, catching her before she nearly fell. For the third time since she turned the corner. “You’re so clumsy,” he commented exasperated, “just stay still for a minute.” He only pulled his hand away when he was sure she was steady. “Are you okay?”

[princeraphoffrance]

Raphael hated working with partners for projects. He’d much rather work alone as more often than not he got paired up with someone who wouldn’t carry their own weight. He rolled his eyes as he looked at the teacher waiting to be assigned his. And then it came. Elsa. Fuck him. He loved her like a sister, probably more than he loved Gemma or at least equal to it, but work with her? Hell no. “Only when I want to, mon frangine.” He replied dryly not even close to ready to deal with Hurricane Elsa. “You look particularly stressed today. Are you okay?” He did care after all and he knew he well enough to know that something was off with her.

Elsa x Ralph : “Do you ever think before you speak?” Activity Prompt

“Attention class, we have a group project coming up. Please listen to hear your partners..” the utterly irritating sound of the professors voice almost caused Elsa to snap. She was in a mood today, a rare one at that. Sure, she could be a bit moody and sharp tongued at times. But, today was different. She had been taking a medication everyday to keep her moods on track. Today, she managed to misplace the bottle. Maybe it was trying to wrestle a baby and get him dressed, maybe it was rushing to class so she wouldn’t be late. Whatever it was, it caused the girl to misplace the entire bottle. Therefore, she was absolutely pissy today. She didn’t even have a cup of coffee to balance herself out. After being paired with someone from her own country Elsa groaned, of course. Raph was like an older brother to her, annoying as hell. They managed to get on each other’s nerves their entire lives and today wasn’t the day for it. “Let me ask you a question, Mon chou..” she trailed out the pet name, something she used sarcastically towards the male. “Do you ever think before you speak?” She stages bluntly, head cocked to the side in feigned curiousity as her eyes narrowed in annoyance.

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Raphael x Hana — Activity Prompt

@hanamyung

Raphael was capable of being an asshole. It was no secret, it’s not like he tried to hide the fact either. He had a brutal way of staying things, not caring about the other person’s feelings as delivered the truth. But he wasn’t completely uncaring, just emotionally stunted. A thing he was working on. So in a moment of kindness he helped a woman that tripped, catching her before she nearly fell. For the third time since she turned the corner. “You’re so clumsy,” he commented exasperated, “just stay still for a minute.” He only pulled his hand away when he was sure she was steady. “Are you okay?”

#royal pains roleplay #activity prompt #rp #raphael x hana

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Raphael x Nesryn — Activity Prompt

@ofnesrynelliot

Raphael was probably the only sibling Nessie had that understood just how horrible their parents were. Well, her birth parents as she still likely didn’t consider the Lynch’s as her parents. He didn’t blame her, not one bit. He hated them just as much as, if not more than she did. They killed her parents, they had him pimped out to various nobels and upperclass. They did them both bad, but it could be argued he got it worse. Not that it mattered since he washed his hands of them and successfully backed them into a corner. At least he included Nessie in his proposition, making sure they left her alone as well. The two of them weren’t close, not like he wished at least.

Nessie has gotten sick, and Raph had taken it upon himself to take care of her while Verona was in daycare. She shouldn’t have to be alone and well, they’re family whether she likes it or not. And outside of Ben, he might be the easiest to get along with. At least Raphael shared a hatred of the parents. “I made you some soup and I’m going to sit here until you eat.” He commented, bringing in a tray with said soup and a glass of water with some crackers. “You need to stay hydrated and eating should help keep your strength up.”

#royal pains roleplay #activity prompt #rp #raphael x nesryn

[princeraphoffrance]

Raising a hand to rub a hand over his mouth and chin, Raphael grinned and shrugged. “My apologies. I’m used to waking up a four year old from nightmares, not a twenty year old.” Shrugging a second time, he rocked backward on his feet before pushing himself up so that he was standing. “Hot chocolate is a cure all.” He spoke confidently, so completely sure of himself. A confidence that became true and not an act once he pulled himself out from beneath his parent’s thumb. “I’m Raphael. Most people call me Raph.” He finally introduced himself and held a hand out to help her up. Pausing for a second he gave a single laugh. “I totally pulled the dad act on you didn’t I? I really am sorry about that, fuck I’m only two years older than you. I obviously spend a lot of time with an energetic toddler slash child.”

@littlebirdlayne

It was three in the morning and Verona had woken him up due to a nightmare. He had read that it was normal for children to have them when major change happened in their life and Verona had been through a lot in the last few months between her mother dying, meeting and moving in with him, then Raven dying he wasn't all that surprised. They were beginning to get better at least, so far she'd only woken him three nights out of five this week. He got her back down and grabbed the baby monitor he kept around and locked his bedroom door behind him before making his way to the communal kitchen. He needed a drink, and maybe a light snack.

He was passing through the lounge when he heard the whimpers. Quiet and soft, he barely heard them. If he wasn't so intune with listening for the signs of a nightmare he might have dismissed them. Backtracking, he spotted the head of flaming hair and sighed before walking over and crouching down so that he balanced on the balls of his feet. "Hey. Wake up, it's okay." He muttered softly, a hand gently resting on her shoulder. He was hoping to wake her gently. "It was just a dream. It's time to wake up, it's just a dream. It can't hurt you."

[princeraphoffrance]

The male leaned back, letting the woman move away. Maybe touching her hadn’t been the best move as obvious it was a trigger. He knew the signs, had been through them himself. He wasn’t sure of what she had been through, didn’t want to know even, and with how fucked up most royals were it could have been anything. “No, no I’m a prince. Of France.” He answered softly, even adding a bit of extra information, it’s not like it’d be hard for her to figure out who he was now. There was enough media on him. “I don’t think there is, but you were having a nightmare. My daughter has them all the time, it’s actually why I’m awake. I’m getting a drink, thinking of making hot chocolate. Want some? Or maybe tea if you don’t like hot chocolate.” Now if he was talking to her in the same tone he’d talk to Verona in after a nightmare, he wasn’t about to point it out or second guess it.

@littlebirdlayne

It was three in the morning and Verona had woken him up due to a nightmare. He had read that it was normal for children to have them when major change happened in their life and Verona had been through a lot in the last few months between her mother dying, meeting and moving in with him, then Raven dying he wasn't all that surprised. They were beginning to get better at least, so far she'd only woken him three nights out of five this week. He got her back down and grabbed the baby monitor he kept around and locked his bedroom door behind him before making his way to the communal kitchen. He needed a drink, and maybe a light snack.

He was passing through the lounge when he heard the whimpers. Quiet and soft, he barely heard them. If he wasn't so intune with listening for the signs of a nightmare he might have dismissed them. Backtracking, he spotted the head of flaming hair and sighed before walking over and crouching down so that he balanced on the balls of his feet. "Hey. Wake up, it's okay." He muttered softly, a hand gently resting on her shoulder. He was hoping to wake her gently. "It was just a dream. It's time to wake up, it's just a dream. It can't hurt you."

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@littlebirdlayne

It was three in the morning and Verona had woken him up due to a nightmare. He had read that it was normal for children to have them when major change happened in their life and Verona had been through a lot in the last few months between her mother dying, meeting and moving in with him, then Raven dying he wasn't all that surprised. They were beginning to get better at least, so far she'd only woken him three nights out of five this week. He got her back down and grabbed the baby monitor he kept around and locked his bedroom door behind him before making his way to the communal kitchen. He needed a drink, and maybe a light snack.

He was passing through the lounge when he heard the whimpers. Quiet and soft, he barely heard them. If he wasn't so intune with listening for the signs of a nightmare he might have dismissed them. Backtracking, he spotted the head of flaming hair and sighed before walking over and crouching down so that he balanced on the balls of his feet. "Hey. Wake up, it's okay." He muttered softly, a hand gently resting on her shoulder. He was hoping to wake her gently. "It was just a dream. It's time to wake up, it's just a dream. It can't hurt you."

#thread #raphael x alayna #royal pains roleplay #rp

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Raphael chuckled at her response, and decided against continuing down that topic path. His parents would always be a sore topic for him. “Two antisocial souls.” He commented amused. “Maybe that’s why we got along so well, we never needed to go out to have fun. We were both happy with Netflix, pizza, and popcorn. There was never any pressure to go out of our way to do extravagant things.” He grinned softly, and shrugged. “We found fun in the little things.” He groaned when she went at him for his eyes comment. “I know, I know, okay? I’ve just gotten spent most my life under that belief. You like my eyes, but I was taught to hate them. It’s changing, slowly, but I’m trying not to hate them.” He was trying to placate her, though between Raven and Verona he really was starting to change his view. “I could never be basic.” He joked lightly. “Just... humor me? Please? You know how protective I am over the people I care about. Remember when I was ready to pick a fight with a kid for Lia? All because the little punk pulled her hair and made her cry?” Amusement danced with a hint of seriousness as he focused on her. “I almost got arrested. It’s a good thing I didn’t, I don’t even want to think about what the paparazzi would have said.” He smiled at the female, something he was doing a lot of today. “Thank you. I might need that help.”

Raphael x Bianca — Starter

@biancaaromero

Raphael was a man of many things. There were plenty of rumors around out there about him. Playboy, arrogant, and then there were the heinous ones that speculated that maybe, just maybe he wasn’t the way he was by his own design. Those rumors are what lead him here to the Estate. After all the sheer amount of people he was caught in explicit situations with, the amount of people he had been rumored to sleep with from a young age, caused questions. Very few times in his life had there been anyone, any single person, he grew close too. Those relationships, connections, seemed doomed in his eyes. Raven being the current most proof of that. His best friend, the person he had trusted with every piece of him, was dead and he had buried her. If it weren’t for Verona he likely would have reverted back to the emotionless, disconnected mask he had used before the ravenette had pulled away. Before her only one person had ever seen his as a human being and not the promiscuous and cold French Prince everyone else saw. Bianca hadn’t even been aware that he was a prince, a secret he had managed to keep quite successfully from her. She brought out a side of him only Raven had been able to see after. A human side, the side that showed that he was just a twenty-something year old young man who wanted to just be. But that hadn’t been meant to last, and eventually he had to leave Italy and return to France. A summer while suppressed, he never actually forgot.

The last few days Raphael had to deal with the aftermath of Raven’s funeral. The fact that he had to explain to his four year old that his aunt wasn’t returning constantly keeping the refusing to heal wound fresh. Daycare he had decided, was what she needed. She needed to play and he needed some time alone. But he wasn’t expecting a ghost of his past to confront him as he left the sectioned off area. “Bianca?” The question was quiet, more directed to himself. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

[princeraphoffrance]

Raph tended to avoid the topic of family. He wasn’t really close with any of them in the normal sense. They had an understanding yes, but in their family it was more of a fend for yourself type situation with them. Especially now, he wasn’t close with his blood. His hatred for their parents well known despite the clear lack of details. He didn’t even live with them anymore. “Lone wolf. We all are, I suppose. Our parents, well, I have nothing nice to say about them.” He attempted to make a joke out of his comment despite the hard truth of it. “Completely possible. He’s better at the whole socializing thing then I am.” Raphael was never shy about his distaste of crowds and the general public. “Oh I’m glad someone thinks I’m not completely vain. Most would argue against that. And I hate my eyes. Always have. They’re a defect.” He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up further. “I know, believe it or not I haven’t forgotten anything about you. You were one of the few good things to come into my life. And I’d never put you in that position. I mean it. Anyone gives you trouble, let me know and I’ll take care of it. This world is cold and brutal and filled with decide and liars. I know how to navigate it, I can protect you. Even if you don’t think you need it or want it.” He paused to look at her, serious as he spoke. He didn’t have to worry about lying to her anymore, so he wouldn’t if he could help it. “I’m still getting used to being a dad. I’ve only had full custody about two, three months. I didn’t know about her until August actually. My parents bribed her mother to keep her from me.”

Raphael x Bianca — Starter

@biancaaromero

Raphael was a man of many things. There were plenty of rumors around out there about him. Playboy, arrogant, and then there were the heinous ones that speculated that maybe, just maybe he wasn’t the way he was by his own design. Those rumors are what lead him here to the Estate. After all the sheer amount of people he was caught in explicit situations with, the amount of people he had been rumored to sleep with from a young age, caused questions. Very few times in his life had there been anyone, any single person, he grew close too. Those relationships, connections, seemed doomed in his eyes. Raven being the current most proof of that. His best friend, the person he had trusted with every piece of him, was dead and he had buried her. If it weren’t for Verona he likely would have reverted back to the emotionless, disconnected mask he had used before the ravenette had pulled away. Before her only one person had ever seen his as a human being and not the promiscuous and cold French Prince everyone else saw. Bianca hadn’t even been aware that he was a prince, a secret he had managed to keep quite successfully from her. She brought out a side of him only Raven had been able to see after. A human side, the side that showed that he was just a twenty-something year old young man who wanted to just be. But that hadn’t been meant to last, and eventually he had to leave Italy and return to France. A summer while suppressed, he never actually forgot.

The last few days Raphael had to deal with the aftermath of Raven’s funeral. The fact that he had to explain to his four year old that his aunt wasn’t returning constantly keeping the refusing to heal wound fresh. Daycare he had decided, was what she needed. She needed to play and he needed some time alone. But he wasn’t expecting a ghost of his past to confront him as he left the sectioned off area. “Bianca?” The question was quiet, more directed to himself. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

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➥ 𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒐 # 𝟒

✘ Circa ─ December 2019.

✘ Trigger Warnings ─ mentions of statutory rape, forced prostitution, and family drama.

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It was late December, and Christmas time was fast approaching and Raphael was forced back home to France in order to spend the holidays with his family. He was dreading it in all honesty. Verona was officially his and has been for about a month. Most of his siblings knew about her, but he had yet to tell his parents. He was dreading the confrontation that was bound to come about, they had after all tried to keep her from him since the very beginning. Verona was excited however, chattering on and on about seeing France and wanting to visit the Eiffel Tower. It was a nice distraction for the male as he packed their suitcases.

The flight was a whole new experience and his already strained nerves were leaving Raphael ready to pull his hair out. If it wasn’t for the fact that flying with a four year old was a hellish experience, he was still tempted to run with Verona to Glasgow and spend the holiday with her aunt Eudora. The last time he had seen the young woman was when she dropped Verona off. They Skyped yes, but it seemed that there was a difference. The ride from the airport alongside his siblings was tense, all of them knew that the Lynch parents were going to flip when they realized what Raphael had gone and did behind their backs. The thought made him want to laugh and groan. He could practically feel the migraine already.

Raphael and Verona were the last two out of the limo, the latter in his arms as he eyed his parents coolly, daring them to say something. They didn’t, not yet. They wouldn’t want to cause a scene. “Mother, Father.” The male greeted formally, lacking the emotions most sons felt for their parents. “Meet Verona. Your granddaughter.” His arm tightened his hold on her momentarily, her head above his due to the way he was holding her.

“Daughter?” His mother questioned quietly.

“Yes. Edith Caldwell was her mother. Remember her? You’re the ones who introduced her and I.” Raphael couldn’t help the dig, the vague reminder of what they did to him and what they forced him to do. And of course, they’d know who she was, and he made sure they knew he knew about the bribery. His lips twitched into a grin when his parents mimicked each other in their nods before going inside and leaving him alone.

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It was later that night after Verona was asleep that a maid showed up with a summons from his parents. “Prince Raphael, your parents would like to see you in your father’s office.” The pretty young thing spoke timidly, seemingly aware that the prince was at war with his parents. He took notice of her hands twisting together as she spoke, and refused to look him in the eye. He sighed and stood up before making his way towards the door.

“Thank you. Stay with my daughter. She’s asleep so she shouldn’t be a problem, but it’s a new place. She might have a nightmare or wake up. If she does give her a glass of warm milk and let her know I’ll be back soon.” Raphael didn’t let any of his nerves or brewing anger show in his tone, instead he made sure it was uncharacteristically warm in order to sooth the maid.

He didn’t wait for an answer and instead strode out of his rooms and began making his way towards the other end of the palace. The entire walk there he considered every move they might make, every word they might say. It was like a game of chess with them, a constant need to plan five, ten moves ahead in order to remain on top of them. It was exhausting. He knew they couldn’t take Verona from him, he had made sure of it. He attended therapy, he had a social service agent watch over weekly visits before he gained full custody and they were set to make random visits for the next six months in order to ensure he was a capable guardian. He had even gone as far to have a full background check on the agent done to make sure they couldn’t be bribed. He won this round, they just didn’t know it. But he still felt nervous.

Raphael didn’t even bother to knock on the door before walking in. He wasn’t a child anymore, he was a father and he wasn’t going to let his parents bully him anymore. He didn’t say anything as he closed the door and leaned back against the cool wood with his arms crossed over his chest. He had no plans of being the first to break the silence. He had no plans of instigating this fight. He’d let them make the first move in their game of chess.

“So, do you have anything to say for yourself, Raphael?” His father’s cold, raspy voice finally broke the silence after five minutes of staring at each other. His mother standing next to him, an equal look of displeasure focused on their son.

Raph scoffed and grinned darkly. “About what exactly? I haven’t done anything wrong.” He of course knew what they were talking about. They were expecting him to apologize, to seek their forgiveness. Like he would have done when he was a teenager eager for their approval. But he had long since left that mindset behind him.

“Your bastard of course! What woman would want to marry you when you have that child attached to your leg?” His mother was the one that spoke this time, spitting the word ‘child’ like it was some diseased parasite. Raph bristled at the comments made about Verona, but forced the anger back into the box of unwanted emotions for him to go through or ignore later.

“First of all, mother. She has a name and you will use it.” His tone was low and cold. “Second of all, I have no plans of marrying any time soon if ever. Verona is my primary focus.” It took much of his self control to keep his muscles relaxed, physically unphased.

“You will not keep her. She is to go to a new family. You will forget about her and you will find a wife.” His eyes flicked over to his father now, he had been the one who spoke this time. “You will not disgrace this family’s name any more than you already have.”

“No.” Raphael was practically vibrating with the effort to keep himself calm and collected. His single word response cut through the room like a knife, unyielding and sharp. “She is my flesh and blood. She remains with me. And just to spite you I might seriously consider never getting married.” The tone remained as his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles white from the effort. “And the only way I’ve disgraced this family is through the actions you forced upon me.”

“Forced you? What exactly did we force you to do Raphael?” A steel gleam settled over his mother’s gaze. They took great care to never actually say that they sold him, his body, out. Just shoved him into a hotel room and told him to do as he was told or he’d be disowned.

“You pimped me out. You sold me like a prostitute for money all because you couldn’t get me into a marriage contract. Three nights a week, sometimes more, you’d shove me into a hotel room and let adults prey on me, on my body and the title I was born with. I was fifteen and eager to gain your approval and you used it against me. I was innocent and naive and filled with insecurities because of my eyes and the degrading comments you always made about them around me, around your friends, degrading comments that made those contracts you wanted unattainable. I was your puppet and you were the puppeteers. Verona is the product of your choices. She only exists because of what you did to me. And Edith is dead, you can’t bribe a dead woman. Having her do that DNA test? That was the nail in the coffin, that was what made it possible for me to gain custody of my daughter.” His voice was shaking slightly towards the end, he rarely, if ever, spoke in detail of what they put him through.

“You’re an ungrateful brat. We gave you everything. You were born to greatness and you can’t even be grateful for the things you have. The power you have at your fingertips because you bear the name Lynch.” The words were thrown at him by his mother, the emotional one who was always quick to anger.

“Ungrateful?” Raphael stepped forwards, the word coming out as a snarl. “I’m ungrateful? You are fucking royalty with more money than you need and all you want is more and more. You only had as many children as you did for the money it could get you, so you could sink your poisonous claws into other countries. The only thing you gave me was a shit ton of baggage and more insecurities than a person needs. You tore me down, you sold me like cattle to the highest bidder to be used and degraded and treated as a fucking sex doll, you made me hate myself and you turned me into the closest thing a human being can be to a robot because the only way I didn’t turn to trying to kill myself was if I didn’t feel goddamn emotion. Because of you I lived on fucking autopilot for years in order to survive. You haven’t given me a goddamn thing to be grateful for outside my daughter.”

“We will cut you off. We will cast you out and disown your ass. How will you take care of her then? No college degree, no work experience, nothing but your reputation as an arrogant playboy.” The ace was laid out, the move they viewed as a checkmate played. And it made him laugh.

“No you won’t. You won’t disown me, you won’t cut me off, and you will pay for everything I need when it comes to Verona.” His smirk was back, dark and promising. He still had a move he could make, one they refused to see and acknowledge. “Because if you follow through on your threat, I have a card I can play. There is nothing I won’t do for Verona and that includes making the paparazzi’s year. I will tell everyone what you did to me. I will tell them how you forced me to have sex with strangers for money, how I went to the highest bidder and that anything went as long as it didn’t leave visible marks. I will give them the names of every single one of the clients you lined up. I will tear this family and the Lynch name down and drag it through the mud. You will likely go to jail if they manage to find proof, hell, the names I give might sell you out to get lighter sentences. After all they’d be facing statutory rape charges. Your legacy will no longer exist. Not the way you want it to.”

“You wouldn’t. You’ll never get out from under it. You’ve kept this a secret just as harshly as we have.” His father responded, the doubt clear in his tone.

“I would. And you know it. Maybe I’ll even tell them about my theory about Nesryn’s adoptive parents. I’m sure they can track the money trail back to you.” Raph threw the comment out, bluffing but they didn’t know that. “If you want me quiet, you stay out of my life, I keep my inheritance and title and you will make sure I have a steady income for Verona. Our summer home in Scotland will be signed over to me and I will live there with her when I’m not at the Estate. Eudora Caldwell, Edith’s younger sister, will be gaining a scholarship anonymously from you. You will pay for her schooling and housing. And I repeat, you will stay out of my life and out of the life of my daughter and those around me. The second you try anything and I mean anything to meddle with my life I go to the press. Goodnight.”

#solo #head the trigger warnings #royal pains roleplay

[princeraphoffrance]

“Oh trust me, I know you could.” Amusement was becoming a key feature upon his visage. It was easy to lose his mask around the Italian female. He coughed at the question and shrugged. “Five. Three brothers and two sisters. All but the oldest is here at the Estate. I’m the third oldest. And the girls are identical. And we thought Nesryn was dead until recently.” He confessed, knowingly offering up more information than she asked. “Bradley is younger than I am. And a terrible flirt. Worse than I am actually. And twice as vain.” He got along decent enough with Bradley, being that the two were close in age and shared a similar track record. Bradley’s just willing compared to his. “Actually all Lynch’s are known for vanity and arrogance. We’re bread for it I think.” Despite the lightness of his tone, there was a certain sense of mocking behind the words. Raph played with his hair for a second before trying to curb the nervous tick of his. Playing with the hem of his shirt would be less obvious. “I think the others would riot if we received anything but the best. I might need to test that theory.” A low chuckle escaped his lips at the thought of petite Elsa Grimaldi throwing a tantrum at the lack of high value name brands like her precious Chanel or Gucci. “I get it.” And he did, he wasn’t a fan of it but he understood. “Though, it wouldn’t be the first time staff fraternized with students.” He teased. “There’s plenty of rumors about teachers and students rolling around here.” There were, but he was still just teasing her. He wasn’t even sure he was in a good place for a relationship not to mention he had Verona to focus on. “Either way, I have Verona. She needs to come first before I even consider dating.“

Raphael x Bianca — Starter

@biancaaromero

Raphael was a man of many things. There were plenty of rumors around out there about him. Playboy, arrogant, and then there were the heinous ones that speculated that maybe, just maybe he wasn’t the way he was by his own design. Those rumors are what lead him here to the Estate. After all the sheer amount of people he was caught in explicit situations with, the amount of people he had been rumored to sleep with from a young age, caused questions. Very few times in his life had there been anyone, any single person, he grew close too. Those relationships, connections, seemed doomed in his eyes. Raven being the current most proof of that. His best friend, the person he had trusted with every piece of him, was dead and he had buried her. If it weren’t for Verona he likely would have reverted back to the emotionless, disconnected mask he had used before the ravenette had pulled away. Before her only one person had ever seen his as a human being and not the promiscuous and cold French Prince everyone else saw. Bianca hadn’t even been aware that he was a prince, a secret he had managed to keep quite successfully from her. She brought out a side of him only Raven had been able to see after. A human side, the side that showed that he was just a twenty-something year old young man who wanted to just be. But that hadn’t been meant to last, and eventually he had to leave Italy and return to France. A summer while suppressed, he never actually forgot.

The last few days Raphael had to deal with the aftermath of Raven’s funeral. The fact that he had to explain to his four year old that his aunt wasn’t returning constantly keeping the refusing to heal wound fresh. Daycare he had decided, was what she needed. She needed to play and he needed some time alone. But he wasn’t expecting a ghost of his past to confront him as he left the sectioned off area. “Bianca?” The question was quiet, more directed to himself. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

[princeraphoffrance]

Bianca had been the first person to treat Raphael as a human, as someone with emotions and not a chess piece to be moved around in whatever twisted game his parents played. She didn’t see his eyes as a defect, hell she didn’t define him by them like other royals and nobles alike. It had made the summer he sped to with her the best of his life. He trusted and adored and respected her. And he truly felt not telling her of his origins was the best course of action. Insecurity he could claim, fearing that when she found out she’d treat him differently but that’d be a lie. She wouldn’t, at least he didn’t think so. “How could I? After how many times you threatensed to karate chop me?” He laughed, startled at the tease but replied easily as he would have back then. “Please, no. I’m not my brother Bradley who’d love that. I’m just... Raph. The boy you befriended and showed how to live.” He commented, replying to the jest, but there was the underlying hint that he was serious about that. To her, he wasn’t a prince. And if he had his way he wouldn’t be. It’s not like he was treated like one often. “Lia will live on. We’ll make sure of it. As long as the memory of her exists, so will she.” He nodded at her question, glad that she wasn’t angry at him. That she still wanted to be his friend, even if once upon a time they had been more than that. “Coffee it is. This place has only the best for the spoilt brats that wonder these halls.” A grin crossed his lips as he spoke, the easy confidence and aggroance lined his features now that he relaxed. “Its okay. I missed being near you. Besides Verona I don’t really have frequent physical contact with people.”

Raphael x Bianca — Starter

@biancaaromero

Raphael was a man of many things. There were plenty of rumors around out there about him. Playboy, arrogant, and then there were the heinous ones that speculated that maybe, just maybe he wasn’t the way he was by his own design. Those rumors are what lead him here to the Estate. After all the sheer amount of people he was caught in explicit situations with, the amount of people he had been rumored to sleep with from a young age, caused questions. Very few times in his life had there been anyone, any single person, he grew close too. Those relationships, connections, seemed doomed in his eyes. Raven being the current most proof of that. His best friend, the person he had trusted with every piece of him, was dead and he had buried her. If it weren’t for Verona he likely would have reverted back to the emotionless, disconnected mask he had used before the ravenette had pulled away. Before her only one person had ever seen his as a human being and not the promiscuous and cold French Prince everyone else saw. Bianca hadn’t even been aware that he was a prince, a secret he had managed to keep quite successfully from her. She brought out a side of him only Raven had been able to see after. A human side, the side that showed that he was just a twenty-something year old young man who wanted to just be. But that hadn’t been meant to last, and eventually he had to leave Italy and return to France. A summer while suppressed, he never actually forgot.

The last few days Raphael had to deal with the aftermath of Raven’s funeral. The fact that he had to explain to his four year old that his aunt wasn’t returning constantly keeping the refusing to heal wound fresh. Daycare he had decided, was what she needed. She needed to play and he needed some time alone. But he wasn’t expecting a ghost of his past to confront him as he left the sectioned off area. “Bianca?” The question was quiet, more directed to himself. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

[princeraphoffrance]

Raphael had been good at making sure to never talk about his family in the weeks, the summer, he spent with Bianca. He didn’t even like talking about them with people who knew about them. And right now it didn’t help that there was a fight brewing between him and his parents. “If it were anyone else, B. If it were anyone else it would have been your choice. But they’ve killed people who mess with their plans. I wouldn’t let you be one of their victims. Not when you unknowingly were messing up their plans for me.” He grinned in a dark and humorless sort of way. The knowledge of what they did to Nesryn’s adoptive parents to force their lost daughter into this world rung in his mind. If they had known about his relationship with Bianca he knew exactly what they would have done to her. “That’s my little princess. I’m happy you’re the one who will be in charge of her. I can’t think of anyone I’d trust more with her. And I don’t trust anyone with her.” Anymore was left unsaid. The revelation of Lia’s passing was like a blow to the chest. He had easily adored the child when he knew her. She was the reason he hadn’t been completely lost when it came to Verona. “Oh damn, Bia. I’m so sorry.” There was to much death lately, weighing people down. Raphael felt himself twitch, wanting to pull Bianca in for a hug, but wasn’t sure how she’d take it.

Raphael x Bianca — Starter

@biancaaromero

Raphael was a man of many things. There were plenty of rumors around out there about him. Playboy, arrogant, and then there were the heinous ones that speculated that maybe, just maybe he wasn’t the way he was by his own design. Those rumors are what lead him here to the Estate. After all the sheer amount of people he was caught in explicit situations with, the amount of people he had been rumored to sleep with from a young age, caused questions. Very few times in his life had there been anyone, any single person, he grew close too. Those relationships, connections, seemed doomed in his eyes. Raven being the current most proof of that. His best friend, the person he had trusted with every piece of him, was dead and he had buried her. If it weren’t for Verona he likely would have reverted back to the emotionless, disconnected mask he had used before the ravenette had pulled away. Before her only one person had ever seen his as a human being and not the promiscuous and cold French Prince everyone else saw. Bianca hadn’t even been aware that he was a prince, a secret he had managed to keep quite successfully from her. She brought out a side of him only Raven had been able to see after. A human side, the side that showed that he was just a twenty-something year old young man who wanted to just be. But that hadn’t been meant to last, and eventually he had to leave Italy and return to France. A summer while suppressed, he never actually forgot.

The last few days Raphael had to deal with the aftermath of Raven’s funeral. The fact that he had to explain to his four year old that his aunt wasn’t returning constantly keeping the refusing to heal wound fresh. Daycare he had decided, was what she needed. She needed to play and he needed some time alone. But he wasn’t expecting a ghost of his past to confront him as he left the sectioned off area. “Bianca?” The question was quiet, more directed to himself. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

[princeraphoffrance]

It was like everything was at a standstill. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t do anything but stand and stare. He was still processing the fact that Bianca was here. How or why, he didn’t know. Wasn’t sure he cared, though he should. It was her stuttering that broke him out of his stupor, causing an amused grin to cross his lips for a second. “I’m — uh,” shit, he thought, “I attend classes here. I’m a prince of France. Third son of the — uh, Lynch dynasty. The disappointment of the family.” The words were forced out and mildly over shared. He worried about her reaction after all, it was a major secret he had kept from her. “What are you, um, doing here?” He returned the question, wondering if she was a princess for half a second. It’d make him feel less guilty for the secret keeping if she was, but ultimately he knew she wasn’t. “Not that I’m not happy to see you or anything. Because I am. Happy to see you that is.” If there was anyone that could leave his grasping for straws and stumbling over his words it was Bianca.

Raphael x Bianca — Starter

@biancaaromero

Raphael was a man of many things. There were plenty of rumors around out there about him. Playboy, arrogant, and then there were the heinous ones that speculated that maybe, just maybe he wasn’t the way he was by his own design. Those rumors are what lead him here to the Estate. After all the sheer amount of people he was caught in explicit situations with, the amount of people he had been rumored to sleep with from a young age, caused questions. Very few times in his life had there been anyone, any single person, he grew close too. Those relationships, connections, seemed doomed in his eyes. Raven being the current most proof of that. His best friend, the person he had trusted with every piece of him, was dead and he had buried her. If it weren’t for Verona he likely would have reverted back to the emotionless, disconnected mask he had used before the ravenette had pulled away. Before her only one person had ever seen his as a human being and not the promiscuous and cold French Prince everyone else saw. Bianca hadn’t even been aware that he was a prince, a secret he had managed to keep quite successfully from her. She brought out a side of him only Raven had been able to see after. A human side, the side that showed that he was just a twenty-something year old young man who wanted to just be. But that hadn’t been meant to last, and eventually he had to leave Italy and return to France. A summer while suppressed, he never actually forgot.

The last few days Raphael had to deal with the aftermath of Raven’s funeral. The fact that he had to explain to his four year old that his aunt wasn’t returning constantly keeping the refusing to heal wound fresh. Daycare he had decided, was what she needed. She needed to play and he needed some time alone. But he wasn’t expecting a ghost of his past to confront him as he left the sectioned off area. “Bianca?” The question was quiet, more directed to himself. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

[princeraphoffrance]

Raphael x Bianca — Starter

@biancaaromero

Raphael was a man of many things. There were plenty of rumors around out there about him. Playboy, arrogant, and then there were the heinous ones that speculated that maybe, just maybe he wasn’t the way he was by his own design. Those rumors are what lead him here to the Estate. After all the sheer amount of people he was caught in explicit situations with, the amount of people he had been rumored to sleep with from a young age, caused questions. Very few times in his life had there been anyone, any single person, he grew close too. Those relationships, connections, seemed doomed in his eyes. Raven being the current most proof of that. His best friend, the person he had trusted with every piece of him, was dead and he had buried her. If it weren’t for Verona he likely would have reverted back to the emotionless, disconnected mask he had used before the ravenette had pulled away. Before her only one person had ever seen his as a human being and not the promiscuous and cold French Prince everyone else saw. Bianca hadn’t even been aware that he was a prince, a secret he had managed to keep quite successfully from her. She brought out a side of him only Raven had been able to see after. A human side, the side that showed that he was just a twenty-something year old young man who wanted to just be. But that hadn’t been meant to last, and eventually he had to leave Italy and return to France. A summer while suppressed, he never actually forgot.

The last few days Raphael had to deal with the aftermath of Raven’s funeral. The fact that he had to explain to his four year old that his aunt wasn’t returning constantly keeping the refusing to heal wound fresh. Daycare he had decided, was what she needed. She needed to play and he needed some time alone. But he wasn’t expecting a ghost of his past to confront him as he left the sectioned off area. “Bianca?” The question was quiet, more directed to himself. It was like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.