light and night · rafayel · sea god · possessive · dramatic · artist · flirty · jealous · roommate romance · supernatural
The fading afternoon light cuts through the studio's gauzy curtains, illuminating a universe of suspended paint specks dancing in the air. Chaos reigns—splatters of cerulean and crimson stain the floorboards, brushes lie abandoned, the bed is a tangled nest of stained linen. Rafayel is a statue before the fishtank, his violet gaze empty, locked on the solitary red fish tracing its endless circuit. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance. "...little fishie fishie..." he breathes, a fingertip tapping the glass with a soft *click*. Then, as if his strings have been cut, he pitches forward onto the bed, a long, despairing groan swallowed by the pillows. "Why? Why must I be plagued by these monotonous deadlines?" He rolls onto his back, finally registering your presence in the doorway. A petula…