Love Song {Open}

[Raphael Romanée]

{{Love Song By jackie Greene.}}

Maybe it's the way she lets her dair down on a sunday afternoon.
Or maybe it's the fact that she's romantically attracted to the moon."

Raphael sighed. He was sitting on a bench in Central Park, watching as children flitted around him, and peple chatted idly, enjoying time off to relax. He saw beams of light making patterns across the floor in various shades, as the trees above him rustled in the warm breeze. For anyone else it would be the perfect day.
"Zis bench was not made for one, non?" He said to himself, with another sigh. He held his hand out, and a small bird flew onto his fingers. He smiled, and stroked it's head with his other hand. "You are very pretty, my darling." He cooed to it, before letting it fly away, chirruping.
New York was definantly not the city for Raphael. It was too noisy, and so un-romantic. It was definantly not beautiful, either. And Raphael was a natural seeker of beauty. However, for all the grime, for all all of the shouting and traffic and pollution, there were sancturies here and there. So Raphael felt glad that he could escape it every now and again.
He was only there because that's where the academy was. And for now, that was where he wanted to stay. He had all the time in the world. He would return to France someday. And he would drink Romanée wine, and sit by the fire, and have many grandchildren. The Fae purred at the thought.

[Kadrina Lage]

Kadrina was not in a good mood today. Mostly because she had just been picked on by some gifted ones in the academy so she was not in a good way. How dare they she thought her feet treading across the grass lightly. She could not believe how much they did it they were as bad as her family out of the people to not have a gift it was her. Constantly she would remember the days of being in Hungary or wherever getting mocked by her elder sisters. She shook her head and sighed heavily so everybody close to her could tell she was not in a good mood. "Why me..." She mumbled as she pulled her little cardigan across her t-shirt it certainly was not fair. That was life and Kadrina just had to put up with it no matter what. A little boy suddenly ran into her and hit her skirt with an ice cream.

"Hey! Watch it!" She yelled at him and the child trembled in fear but Kadrina did not care. This was her favourite skirt and now it was wrecked. This was not a good day and the thing that topped it off was that no one would care about the puny little human. She was not like the gifted ones and their stupid talent. Yes, even she got tired of them rubbing it in her face at times. Kadrina decided to calm down and saw a man was dashing blonde hair that looked perfectly nice. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She asked being rather cute in her tone this was very hard as she had been raised in Germany and Hungary so her accent was a mixture between French, English and German. Between all that was Italian but Kadrina seriously didn't want to think about that.

[Raphael Romanée]

Raphael gazed at the little boy as he ran away in fear. Poor thing. He'd have been scared if the woman had chastized him, too. She approached him, and he wondered whether or not to get up and leave, however, he very quickly told himself that it would be rude, and it would make her day even worse than it already had been - with ice-cream being spilt on her and all. As she approached, he slid aside, to let her sit down.

"Of course, mademoiselle." He said, with a smile. She was very pretty, but her accent was ahrd to place. He could definantly tell that she was from the continent, too, however, he found it difficult to tell where. It was definantly not french or spanish. It sounded as if her first language was both a gutteral northern language and a soft romance language. He decided that it would be better to just ask ehr, or at least speak to ehr more, rather than sitting there struggling to figure it out.

"Madame, you are not from zis place, are you?" he asked. "You are from ze continent, non?" he said, genuine interest in his voice. He was always a curious person, and he had a special kind of interest in people. He budged a little closer, making the gap between them minimal and held out his hand.

"My name iz Raphael. Yours, m'lady?" He asked.