princejavier

[princejavier]

Hi everyone! I am so sorry that I’m going to be That Bitch™ but I’m pretty sure this isn’t going to catch anyone off-guard. 

I thought that when I came back to roleplay, I would somehow magically have the drive and creativity that I had when I first joined. Unfortunately, it hasn’t worked out quite like that and I struggle to put together a single reply much less do a couple in a row. While I love plotting and fantasizing about plots and relationships, my writing is just far too slow to keep up with the pace of an active roleplay group. 

YOU ARE ALL FANTASTIC. Thank you for welcoming me with such kindness and for being so patient with me while I was here. The world is pretty crazy right now, but I hope that y’all still think of my dumb shenanigans every once in a while. Feel free to add me on my main @ecila404 as I think this will be my final exit and I’d love to hear from any of you, whether that be to vent about life or to update me on whatever happens with Italy or the English crown <3

Love you all! 

[princejavier]

lucianabxlla​:

After what they have been through, being better did not mean much anymore but it was relieving to hear anyway Maybe this was one of the effects that almost losing Alessandro had on her. “That’s good. I am happy you’re alive.” It did not sound like it but she meant it. Of all the people that she was not able to see that night, it is not very surprising for her that Javi was one of the first people that she worried about when she finally processed all that has happened. His hug may not have been the only one that she received that day but it was the most comforting. That is why she did not pull away for a while. “I might have done the same thing if I did not decide to turn it off.” Doing so was probably not the most considerate decision but it helped a lot. “Okay.” She walked to the chairs he was referring to and from which she was able to see who went in and out of the room her brother was in. As soon as she occupied one of chairs, she took her first meal of the first day out of its bag. “I can try. What would you like to know?”

“I didn’t realize we were taking the fact that we’re all alive for granted until this, but maybe that will be something that we gain from this horrific experience.” Javier offered, which was something that he had been able to see now that they knew Alessandro was going to make it. They had shared the same fear that the sun might rise the next day on a world without her brother. “Tell me more about you! It has been months since I’ve seen you. Did you finish school? Are you keeping busy? Are there any punk boys that Giovanni and I should put the fear of God into?” He joked, helping her to set up the food and utensils for each of them. Inside the bag was everything from minestrone soup to fresh bread to entrees, one of which had Lucy in large, cursive letters. “Tell me everything, then we’ll eat everything.”

[princejavier]

Javier had opened his mouth to greet her, or perhaps request that the scavenging reporters relocate their dignity, when she was whizzing them in the opposite direction. His arm easily created a nook and he used his opposite hand to tug hers through properly, changing their appearance from one of a hasty getaway to a pair taking a casual stroll by the shops. “Ah, just another block? I think I at least deserve a walk around the neighborhood as your knight in shining armor,” He grinned, standing up straight like he believed the nobles must have done. His expression softened then, “Would you like to talk about it? Or should we just make small talk until we find a place to buy something to eat?”

“I’m sorry, I think you’re mistaken.” Elyse wasn’t sure if it was because she had made international headlines with her Kaliningrad stunt or if this was the price of being among the general populous. Suddenly, she was not a fan. “Oh, I see my friend. Excuse me, must go.” At this point, she would have latched on to anyone who looked vaguely familiar. Elyse turned away before the well-meaning tourist could ask if she was ‘that German Duchess’ or worse, take a photo. She grabbed onto the arm of the person she’d spotted. “Apologies. Please just play along for another block.”

[princejavier]

tywysoges-g​:

“I’m all for it.” Gwen said with a nod, as they continued on. “Your side of the world is nice. I should visit more often. It’s been far too long since I’ve visited Mexico.” She shot him a grin. “I’ve been done for a while now. Modern and Medieval Languages of course. As for Rhi, I’m not sure it’d be following in her footsteps so much as being forced by our parents. As for now, no but that could change.”

“You’re always welcome wherever I am,” Javier encouraged, “That being said, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve made the trek to Wales.... I don’t think I’ve been since your last birthday,” He contemplated aloud, pausing at a fork in the trail and finally electing the side that seemed to have more foliage. “Rhiannon is a mystery I will likely never solve, and I think that’s okay. I understand her opposition, but I can also see where your parents are coming from... that aside, I’m glad you’re not currently dealing with that kind of stress. The only kind of obstacle you’re dealing with right now is the fact that I’m definitely going to drag you somewhere to eat after this, I’m starving.”

[princejavier]

rhiannonofwales​:

“But do I? Most of the time I would say that I don’t. I’m just good at making small talk with people.” Rhiannon could be rather gregarious, especially when she was around people she cared to speak to. “Great plan. I can always go for a drink. What would you like? I’ll order us a couple.” Then, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “That’s no fun. Who cares? An ass is an ass,” she said, unable to stop herself from letting out a laugh as she picked up her hand of cards. “Fine. We’ll do that. That’s better than nothing.”

“That’s the half of the battle I can never quite manage. This may shock you, but people don’t like to just dive into policy and hear why you think you’re right,” Javier sighed, shrugging. It was something that used to bother him far more when he was younger, and part of him had just settled into his role. “Uh, whatever you’re having is fine. I can’t remember the last time I ordered a drink beyond a rum and coke.” He waved his hand, more so doing it to make Rhiannon comfortable than out of his own desire to seek out alcohol. He laughed and couldn’t resist tapping her foot with his own beneath the table as they began the game. “An ass is an ass but the queen will kick mine, so we must compromise. Plus, I’m already a shaky dancer--I promise my tour as the dancing loser will be plenty funny. How did you learn to be so shameless?”

[princejavier]

princetajiri​:

❝ Not ugly ?! Please ! I know I look devilishly handsome tonight. ❞ Or ever. Javier must thought that he could win by upsetting him or break his focus. What a nonsense talking about Tajiri being not ugly. That was almost an insult.  ❝ I’m not one to be pined down. There are too many things to explore and too many people to meet. I won’t settle down just yet.❞ Much to his father dismay. One failed engagement had been enough.  ❝ I’ve been my usual self, enjoying life and all that. Managed to stay out of trouble though. What about you ? ❞  

“Ah, yes, devilishly handsome--I misspoke.” Javier rolled his eyes but it was paired with a genuine smile, having forgotten how easy it was to tease Tajiri. “Surely you’ve met everyone by now, no? You certainly walked around the room like you had,” It was a compliment, sure, but he shrugged. “You never know, settling might be really appealing one day. I’ve kept my nose down at home,” He confessed. He didn’t feel the need to describe the current political climate of Mexico, which was tense at best and had been widely discussed as the cartels had continued to encroach on the monarchy’s rule. “Maybe too far down. I’ve run into more exes tonight than I have in years, why did I think this was a good idea?”

[princejavier]

“I couldn’t agree more,” Javier wrinkled his nose in distaste of the food in front of them, which better resembled the country’s European immigrants than its Southern hemisphere neighbors. “My parents would have loved the opportunity to see you and your family. It has been too long since you made your way across the sea,” He informed her, shrugging. “I’ve always had somewhat shitty timing, this ball certainly seemed to substantiate that--how have you been? I’m sure you’re sick of saying that you’re fine.”

“ i wish it were mexico we moved to. argentina has too little to offer and people can only handle chorizo and pretend to like dulce de leche for so long. ” she, on the other hand, didn’t put any efforts into hiding her distaste for both. “ how have you been ? ” // @princejavier​

[princejavier]

yisabrina​:

annoyance crept over sabrina as she heard her name being called, maybe it was a mistake, or there was another sabrina. it fled as she turned to see the face who was calling her name, “javier?” she questioned before pulling him into a hug as a greeting. “yeah, i guess it’s been a while,” nodding as she thought about Ukraine, “oh, yeah. there’s a coffee place a block or two? or we can go down to the beach? they’re kind of the same distance.”

Javier was relieved that it was her and that he hadn’t made a fool of himself quite yet. He looped his arm around her waist in an embrace and tried not too think too much of it, reminding himself that it was just a friendly greeting. “Coffee on the beach,” He compromised, not quite letting her go as he leaned back to look at her, “Wow, every time I see you it’s like you outdo yourself. And during a period of geopolitical turmoil, no less,” He teased, releasing her and leading the way to a cafe he’d discovered while wandering earlier that week. “How do you find yourself here? I didn’t realize anyone could stop you from traveling where you wanted.”

[princejavier]

“Far too long,” Javier assented, kissing her cheek in greeting and smiling gratefully at her. “I’m so happy to see a familiar face. I was starting to think I was doomed to only encounter foes,” He was half-joking, but it did seem like every corner concealed a former fling that he wasn’t quite prepared to address. “Thrilled for the relocation. Upset considering the fact that I had only just adjusted to the time change--but you’re right, I’m back on top in the language game and after watching me try German you know what a relief that is. How are you liking this corner of the world? Is it too far from family? Or possibly too far from your court?”

❝ It’s nice to see you ! It’s been too long. ❞ Louise greeted her friend with a smile. She had been too focused on the situation at home to pay him a visit and it had been time to fix that. Especially since she had tried to get help from Mexico but had hit dead ends with diplomats so far.  ❝ You must be happy for the relocation. You’re closer to home now. And in a Spanish speaking country. ❞ It would surely make things easier.      

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[princejavier]

catherinestvart​:

there were no smiles shared in the spell of being in young and in love might put one under, although there weren’t any shared under the guise of good graces, for she deemed the effort fruitless now, more than ever. catherine felt thankful that everyone around her looked so aghast that her expression might not cause any alarm, hiding in plain sight. perhaps the handful of years they spent apart had not prepared her for such a close encounter, perhaps she should’ve feigned strength and placed herself in his company during summits just to prove that she could. “next? what happened next?” he had not answered her question and he knew it, fostering all sorts of even worse demons to settle in the pit of her stomach. “yes, but is anyone hurt, javier?” not him, it seems     and her mind supplies “thank god!”     but her thought was fixated on her dear friend instead. “how… thoughtless of them to invite other royals and burst your bubble.” her tone was a little sharp, a little too knowing. so she forced a well-rehearsed smile upon her face, one that was pretty enough to be ignored. 

at his own question, catherine felt her smile twist into a grimace - if only for a second. “he is a husband-to-be as much as any boyfriend could be.” ( almost as much as he was, although her relationship with theodor bares all the certainty that her relationship with javier never quite reached. such was the nature of love ). “these parties are equal part work and entertainment, it would be wrong of me not to attend and leave scotland unrepresented.” if her pride was any higher she would’ve skipped the affair completely, for fear of meeting him. although now, the only fear she held was caused by something altogether different. “but enough about that!” she said decisively, her fingers twitching to get ahold of him, as if feeling his hand in hers will make all the difference in the world. “are we safe here? shouldn’t we leave?” instead, she gripped at her heavy skirts and lifted blue eyes to seek something that used to belong to her. “i should call theodor.” 

“I am not sure.” Javier replied to her question, but he was lying. His foot was tapping and he broke their eye contact in a way that would alert even an acquaintance that he was fibbing, much less Catherine. This was his family, Italian was next to his native language, and from their behavior, he knew something was terribly wrong. He’d seen Luciana’s face before she was whisked away, he knew there was something wrong--but until he knew what he wouldn’t contribute to the gossip. He did not recoil from her change in tone, accustomed to how she acted when she was forced out of her comfort zone. “I’m glad you see my point,” He answered instead, “All I ask for is an event where no one tries to curtsy in front of me, is that too much to ask for?”

The next words to come out of her mouth shocked him and he accidentally laughed aloud, stifling it immediately not only to better match the atmosphere but also to conceal what that statement implied. It wasn’t funny, not really--but the dreams they had shared as a pair now seemed like a distasteful joke rather than a plausible reality. They could have been married by then, how could that not sound like a joke? “Sorry, yes. Caterpillars become butterflies and boyfriends become husbands, the natural order. The line between working hard and hardly working at a party like this seems rather blurry... If Giovanni hadn’t come along, I probably would have left altogether.” He admitted then, but it wasn’t too big of a confession. He’d always been the one who wanted to go first, the one who would have rather escaped into the car with someone than stay in a massive crowd. He’d thought she was going to say something different, perhaps part of him desperately wanted her to say something different--but reality returned, as it always does, to remind him of Theodor. Of her fiance.“I don’t believe they’ll get another opportunity to strike.” He said logically, before following his words with a far less logical set, “I think you should stay. Sit with me. Just for a little while, just until they let us go.” 

[princejavier]

“It wouldn’t be me if I had arrived at the perfect time,” Javier replied easily, settling into the seat across from her. He was sat in front of a simple coffee, but he’d ordered a bounty of treats for the table that neither of them had bothered to touch. The brightly colored icing of the sweets did not seem to fit the mood. “As well as anyone, I suppose. I saw Luciana at the hospital and that was hard. I’ve never been good at helping people that are crying if I’m honest... I tend to be too much or too little or some impossible combination. You look the farthest from crying that I’ve seen in a bit... not that you’re not allowed to cry!” He rushed to tack on, just in case he misread her. “How are you holding up?”

@princejavier​

“you picked the worst time to join the program.” these words were said with a teasing smile. she was feeling a little better, having had a few days to process since the shooting. not to mention the fact that humor was her oldest, most reliable friend. she’d missed javi at the ball, had been too occupied with herself to notice him. but as soon as she’d heard about her cousin’s arrival she’d made time to meet him for coffee. “how are you holding up?”

[princejavier]

“I would like to continue on this path, if you don’t mind,” Javier motioned around them to the view, which was only improving as they continued up the incline. It had been difficult to adjust to the new setting at first, but his discomfort was rapidly being replaced with curiosity. “Ah, it’s nice to have you on my side of the world,” He smiled at her, not quite catching that she was flirting but definitely feeling the invitation of her expression. It was nice to be by a familiar face--Gwen had supplied much-needed explanations when everything had gone awry with his attempted courting of Rhiannon and he appreciated her honesty. “You are finished with school now, yes? Planning on following Rhiannon’s steps to a betrothal?”

“What do you suggest we do for fun around here?” She mused, fluttering her eyes towards the prince. He’d had a thing with Rhi, but she’d always found good fun in flirting with him. Or rather, attempting to flirt with him. “Because I’m beginning to think my tutors were a little lackluster when it came to Argentina.”

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[princejavier]

leobraganca​:

“ javi - i think you’ll understand in a FEW years. the only question you’ll get asked after you turn thirty-five is ‘when are you getting married ?’ or something of that sort. “ it always became awkward when they remembered his engagement to the spanish. no portugese wanted to hear that - no italian either. he moves yet another pawn forward - “ ESPECIALLY when you have two brothers with kids nearly your age - they really set the BAR high for me. “

“My favorite is when they ask when I’ll have children. Wouldn’t I like to know?” Javier laughed, rolling his eyes. There was a level of kinship that they shared as bachelors in a massive family--the dichotomy between being family-oriented yet not embarking on the journey of fatherhood themselves. “How is your bride? I do not see her often, not quite a surprise there. I am grateful that I am not an uncle yet, but that stops no one from drawing the same comparisons. I cannot believe Daniel is becoming an independent being--some part of me just always assumed that he’d be that little and clutching Barbie’s skirts forever.”

[princejavier]

lucianabxlla​:

Luciana’s phone was constantly buzzing because of the messages she received from people who were concerned about Alessandro, about her or about both, one of which was Javi. She tried to respond to all of them in hopes of easing their minds but, at one point, she did not have the energy to keep up anymore. That’s why she kept her phone on mute and ignored them for the rest of the day. She also ignored those who she was told were waiting for her outside. This was one of those times when she did not have it in her to be respectful and have small talk.

She was back to reading her book when someone came in to tell her that Javi was asking her to see her. Should I tell him what I told the others? Luciana shook her head at that because she wanted to see her cousin. No, scratch that. She needed to see him. That’s why she set her book down, placed a kiss on Alessandro’s forehead and stepped outside. “Are you okay?” were the words that came out of her lips when she was standing in front of him. Then the bag filled with food was placed in her arms and she let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” It was only then that she realized how her decision to not respond to messages anymore could have affected those who sent them. It made her feel a little guilty if she was being honest. “Thank you. I couldn’t keep up anymore, I’m sorry.” Not sure how else to respond, she placed the paper bag down on the floor and wrapped her arms around him. She would not admit it now but she needed it.

“I am better now.” It was an honest answer. Javier knew that neither of them was good in any definition of the word, but at least the boy was alive. They were all alive, and while breathing was a low bar it was what they were holding themselves to at this point. Freed of the items from his hand, he embraced the woman closely and cradled her head. He wondered idly how much support her other family had been giving when they were all still going through their own processes of grief. He could do more from his position, removed but still empathetic. He waited until her grip on him loosened to let her go, the soft moment not passing without his acknowledgment. 

“No one blames you for not sitting glued to your phone. I would have probably tossed mine into the river by now. Can we sit and eat? Perhaps in those chairs there, that way we can see if anything changes.” He offered it logically, squeezing her shoulder. “Maybe you can take a break from worrying and waiting. Let’s be distracted for thirty minutes, you deserve that in the least. You can tell me about everything else that has been happening.”

[princejavier]

“Sabrina?” The call escaped his lips without waiting another moment to consider whether it’d be appropriate or not. Ignoring the looks of bystanders, he even entered a light jog to catch up to where she was walking. “Sabrina!” He was so excited to see a familiar face, especially one that was without tear-stained cheeks, that it was obvious he didn’t quite know how to greet her. “I didn’t realize you were here. I haven’t seen you since-- Ukraine? I didn’t -- do you --” He paused and took a deep breath, smiling at her brightly. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he really smiled. “Any chance you have a moment to catch up?” @yisabrina​

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rhiannonofwales​:

“What did your instructor expect? That’s all kids in our age group did.  I wish I would have had one to play with but my parents never allowed those kinds of things. Probably why I turned out so fucked up,” Rhiannon said, shrugging her shoulders. She had a very strict upbringing that ultimately caused her to rebel. “Of course. I’m not surprised in the least. I wouldn’t say it’s distasteful…but you could do to loosen up a little bit,” she commented. “I’ll be drinking regardless of whether I win or lose. I was thinking something along the line of loser has to moon the next person who walks by.”

“The instructor definitely expected more than I gave her, that’s for certain. Maybe that’s why you actually know how to interact with strangers,” Javier offered instead of her proposed idea, laughing at the small allowance she granted him. “How kind of you. I just--it’s... yeah, maybe we’ll loosen up with drinks.” He contemplated aloud, starting to deal the first hand. “Hm. Too dangerous, the next person that walks by could very well be the Queen who would put my head on a stick. Winner picks who the tipsy loser has to ask to dance?”