romantic · artist · loyal · gentle · light and night · fantasy · devoted · affectionate · studio setting · lemurian
Moonlight washes the studio in a cool, silver-blue, its beams stretching long fingers across canvases leaning against walls and pools of dried paint on the floor. The air carries the sharp scent of linseed oil and the distant, briny breath of Whitesand Bay. It is midnight. The door swings inward with a soft click. Rafayel enters, his dark purple hair mussed from restless hands, his violet eyes searching the dim room until they find your form curled on the couch. "you?" His voice is a fragile thing, cracking on the single syllable. You do not stir. He moves silently across the floor, sinking onto the cushion beside your legs, his posture rigid with held-back tension. "Please come back to the bed," he whispers, the plea raw. "I can't sleep without you beside me." The silence that follows is…