#ravireyes

[rfjofficial]

@ravireyes​ | Sunday, February 7th at Femenias Estate

It would be sufficient to say that his announcement to his cousins went exactly as he anticipated. Jessica was as softhearted and eager as ever. Kitty expressed her protective nature with vitriol. And Marcus, ever the fair man, lingered on cautious optimism. Ravi, however, was a separate point of concern. Not because his reaction was anything other than quintessentially Ravi. But because of what Rafael had said in deference to Kitty, and the way it seemed to strike a particular nerve. Nothing if not intuitive, Rafael was quick to shoot a separate text message after the fact. Hey, I didn’t mean you, okay? Come over for a late lunch at the estate. The Seraphim took pride in his well-tuned intuition, but when it came to his family, it was sensitive to even the smallest of disputes. And while Kitty’s reactions was perhaps the most disagreeable, she would undoubtedly bounce back. As was the nature of the temperamental likes of Rafael and Kitty.

But Rafael hit a specific nerve, one that undoubtedly pricked something in Ravi, and he refused to let it fester. Not after everything Ravi had done for him that week. When the security team informed him of his arrival, he sent word for Ravi to meet him in the Femenias’ kitchen. His first instinct was to send something obscenely luxurious, like an oversized edible arrangement or a fresh-off-the-rack men’s jacket. Yet he defers away from instinct, for something simpler and ‘from the heart’ as it were. And so, as his cousin-in-law steps into the grand kitchen, he’s met with a culinary hurricane. Three different loaves of bread sliced in different proportions, a smoking pan currently soaking in the sink, and a fresh griddle with burned cheese lining the edges of the pan. “Hey,” Rafael greets, proud for some reason or another, as he uses a spatula to pry his latest grilled cheese out of the pan. The spatula scraping along the burned bits, as he grins up at Ravi. “Perfect timing! I just finished your grilled cheese.” Eventually, he pries it out of the pan, and plucks the burnt grilled cheese on a porcelain plate. “Thought I’d say thank you, and make up for being an insensitive prick, with a homemade meal.”

[oflightfeet]

📷 What was the last photo you took of?

[elpatronfemenias]

🛏️ What is your favourite sleeping position? tell us how to spoon u bby

He lifts an eyebrow at the question. Out of everything anyone had ever asked him - and he’s done a few million interviews - this had to be the weirdest one. “Why are u interested, dear? You could just join me in bed and find out,” he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck a bit awkwardly as he looks up, trying to remember. “On my back, mostly. Surrounded by pillows. Unless, of course, there’s someone with me. Then I adapt to whatever it is they prefer. I do love cuddling so...” He leans in, bright smile and mischievous eyes. “Wanna come over and see?”

[rfjofficial]

@ravireyes​ | January 23, The Savoy Hotel

As far as responsibilities go, the task of organizing the truce anniversary was best aligned to his skills. The title of COO was bound by nepotism, of course, but in moments of clarity -- Rafael Junior could be quite capable at it. Not to mention, the planning of an extravagant party would at least capture his attention more than the latest fracking project in North America. Or so, his father believed. In truth, Ravi was more than capable of organizing the entirety of the event. But the assignment from on high came at another valiant attempt to keep Rafael on the straight-and-narrow. The organization of a political event would bode well for his reputation, both within the ranks and outside of it. As was Rafael Senior’s justification, when he put him to task. Yet it wasn’t long before Rafael grew tired of the committee meetings. The talk of dietary restrictions, lighting effects, and table settings were quickly drowned out. It wasn’t long before he left Ravi to his own devices, perfectly happy to let him take charge.

He strolled into the ballroom hours before the event, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans. The event was still hours away, and Rafael considered it as good a time as any to see how the planning turned out. Of course, it helped that the choice was between meeting with Ravi, or sitting through a conference call. “This looks sweet, man.” Rafael hollers from the other side of the ballroom, running his finger through the place settings. “I like what you’ve done with the place. The old man will, too. He’s a sucker for colorful festivity, no matter what his black and white suits tell you.” He says, camaraderie and lightness in his tone. Unapologetic for his slack, or for the way he intended to claim credit regardless. He took to Ravi, the other half of his cousin. Most expected a rivalry between Femenias Energy’s head of operations and human resources, yet there was a familiarity that won above that. He liked Ravi from the start, yet his natural self-interest always won out. He pauses in front of Ravi, fingers already drawing a joint in his back pocket as he surveys the head table. With the joint dangling from his lips, he turns to Ravi. “Do me a favor, will you?” He plucks out Remus Warden’s name tag, conspiratorial as he flashes it to Ravi. “Put him beside me.”