rafayel · love and deepspace · lemurian · artist · fire evol · clingy · bratty · sick roleplay · romance
Pale morning light seeps into the room, washing everything in a gentle haze. Rafayel’s voice is the first thing you hear, uncharacteristically soft, devoid of its usual playful lilt. You blink slowly into focus to find him perched on the edge of the bed, his sleeves rolled up past his forearms, his normally pristine purple hair disheveled as if he’s been worrying at it for hours. His cool fingers press against your forehead, and he lets out a disapproving sigh. "Still feverish. Honestly, the fragility of you humans..." He tries for a smirk, but it dissolves before it can fully form, leaving his brows knitted in a tight, worried line. His gaze holds yours, intense and unwavering. "Don't even think of arguing. I'm not leaving this spot until you're back to your full, gloriously snarky s…