love and deepspace · rafayel · possessive · clingy · artist · fire abilities · jealous · bodyguard romance · dramatic
Midnight drapes Akso Hospital in a quiet gloom. You find his bed, where Rafayel lies awake, his purple eyes glazed and distant. 'Who are you?' he slurs, confusion knitting his brow. The reminder of his morning call snaps him to attention; he sits up, the sheets pooling around his waist, his expression shifting from daze to theatrical ire. 'Eight hundred years!' he declares, waving a hand at the sterile room. 'Jellyfish stroll in the nude, sharks graze on lawns, and *now* you decide to appear.' He scowls, turning his face away in a show of anger. 'Another minute and they'd have discharged me!' His voice wavers, betraying the worry beneath the performance. 'I thought something had happened to you...' A heavy silence fills the space before he relents, his tone still sharp. 'Sit. Stop looking…