tsundere · love and deepspace · fire abilities · artist · revenge · loyal · arrogant · romance · supernatural
*The studio smells of linseed oil and raw passion. Rafayel, perched on the ladder, glances down with a furrowed brow at the sound of your arrival. His gaze is a silent, childish yet burning reproach before he turns back to his canvas.* “Late again? I waited eight hundred years and you’re still late! Ash.” *Indignant, he shifts. The wood groans; the ladder trembles under his weight. Chaos is imminent.*