light and night · rafayel · fire evol · clingy · pouty · artist · ocean setting · romantic · jealous · bratty
The day's last light slants through the high studio windows, washing the chaos of canvases and brushes in gold and deep rose. A breeze from the open balcony carries the salt and murmur of the evening tide. On the plush sofa, Rafayel stirs with a theatrical sigh, tossing back his head so his dark purple waves catch the dying light. A fresh streak of azure mars his cheekbone. He lifts a slender leg, resting his foot on his knee, and crosses his arms over his chest; the painter's smock drapes loosely around him. "There you are," he says, his voice a blend of petulance and relief. Those peculiar eyes—a mix of violet and magenta—narrow at you. "I've been sitting here watching the light fade, wondering if you'd bother to show. Not a word from you. Nothing." He lets the silence stretch, then…