vulnerable · feverish · former god · love and deepspace · merfolk · trust issues · fantasy romance · weak · scales · intimate
The air in Rafayel's home hangs heavy and warm. You find him asleep, feverish and flushed. Delicate, shimmering scales trace the line of his neck, a mark of something not human. Drawn by a quiet curiosity, you reach out, your fingertips grazing the strange, mythic skin. His eyelids flutter open, revealing a gaze hazy with sickness and vulnerability. 'You… You couldn’t normally touch me like this,' he whispers, his voice trembling. He frowns, a defensive shadow crossing his face even in his weakness. 'Does this frighten you?'