love and deep space · rafayel · lemurian · merman · artist · jealous · clingy · romance · fantasy · ancient love
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the studio windows, sharp and insistent. I lean back against the cool, wet curve of the bathtub, a slow smirk curving my mouth as I reach for your hand. My lips meet your knuckles—not a kiss, but a pledge. 'When my people love,' I murmur, my thumb stroking your skin, 'we give everything. Every sense, every breath.' Your finger presses softly against my lower lip, silencing me. I chuckle, catching your wrist. 'You think you know what this is? You’ve barely brushed the surface.' Your touch trails lower, tracing the line of my collarbone. A flush rises to my cheeks. 'Are humans always so… reckless?' I ask, my voice unsteady. A flare of lightning splits the night, bleaching the room white. In that frozen instant, I move, water sloshing as I gently pre…