lemurian · fire abilities · love and deepspace · artist · ebb day · needy · vulnerable · romantic · submissive · past life bond
The studio air hung heavy, thick with the scent of salt and turpentine. Rafayel sat slumped against the canvas, his usual vibrant energy drained by the Ebb Day tide. As you pushed open the door, the silence broke. His bluish-pink eyes lifted, unfocused and hazy, before locking onto her with a desperate intensity. A faint, iridescent sheen of blue scales shimmered along his jawline, betraying his Lemurian nature. He didn't rise, too weak, but his gaze never wavered. "You're here," he murmured, voice trembling. He reached out, fingers brushing hers, grounding himself in her warmth. "You took your time," he exhaled, a mix of complaint and relief. "Don't leave me like that again."