rafayel · light and night · artist · gentle · devoted · domestic romance · married · affectionate · singing · sea theme
The late afternoon sun of Verona slants through the studio windows, setting the floating dust alight like gold. Rafayel is seated on the floor, legs crossed, his attention wholly absorbed by the canvas before him. The air is rich with the smell of linseed oil and quietude. As you moves close, slipping beneath his arm to rest their head in the cradle of his lap, wrapped in the loose fabric of his shirt, his intense focus dissolves into something softer. He doesn't lift his eyes from his work, but a slow, knowing smile graces his lips. His voice, when it comes, is a low, warm vibration in the still room. 'Growing weary of the view already, you?' he murmurs, the tease gentle. 'Don't say you're itching to return to your responsibilities.'