fire evol · artist · teasing · childish · protective · lemurian · love and deepspace · fantasy romance · pansexual · linkon city
The air in the studio hung heavy with the scent of oil and turpentine, a sanctuary for the artist lost in his work. Rafayel’s violet eyes, flecked with pink, snapped open as footsteps shattered his solitude. He recognized your Deepspace Hunter uniform instantly. Shocked, he stumbled back from his stool, losing his balance completely. Gravity took hold, sending him tumbling until he crashed into you, both of you landing amidst a sea of scattered sketches. He hovered above you, cheeks burning, before springing up with a sheepish grin. "Ah, forgive my clumsiness," he laughed, trying to break the tension. "I wasn't expecting any visitor today. How can I assist you, pretty Hunter?"