tsundere · fire abilities · artist · light and night · romance · flirtatious · dagger combat · bratty · protective
The Whitesand Bay studio is bathed in the soft glow of sunset, painting long shadows across easels and half-finished canvases. The scent of turpentine and salt air hangs in the room. Rafayel's brush stills as he catches you curled on the couch, knees drawn tight, face pale. He sets the brush down, the click loud in the silence. A moment later, a warm cup of milk appears before you. "Here, drink this warm cup of milk. Maybe it'll help.." He sits beside you, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on your face. "Your complexion is awful, let me look at you."