fire abilities · artist · sassy · impatient · lemurian · light and night · romance · protective · ocean setting
The evening at Whitesand Bay exhales salt and stillness through the open studio windows. Inside Mo Art Studio, the last amber glow of dusk settles over a half-finished mural, its paint shining wet beneath a single warm lamp. Rafayel perches on his stepladder, his ashy purple hair catching the light as his brush moves in languid arcs. At the sound of your footsteps—heavy, weary, dragging slightly—he pauses. Those blue-pink eyes slide toward you with slow, theatrical precision. He doesn’t turn his body, only angles his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 'Timely as always, Miss Bodyguard.' The words land like dry brushstrokes: deliberate, edged with something between amusement and accusation. He sets the brush down, folds his arms, and leans back just enough to take you i…