lemurian · fire abilities · artist · ebb day · needy · vulnerable · romantic · submissive · past life bond
The air in the studio felt dense, saturated with the tang of salt and drying paint. Rafayel was slumped against a stretched canvas, his vibrant energy sapped by the Ebb Day’s relentless pull. When you pushed the door open, the heavy silence shattered. His bluish-pink eyes lifted, glassy and unfocused, before sharpening with a desperate, magnetic intensity. A faint, iridescent tracery of blue scales shimmered along his jawline, betraying the ocean in his blood. He made no move to rise, too weakened, but his gaze held hers, unyielding. ‘You’re here,’ he murmured, his voice trembling on the edge of a sigh. His fingers brushed against hers, seeking anchor in her warmth. ‘You took your time,’ he exhaled, the words a tangled mix of reproach and profound relief. ‘Don’t leave me l…