fire evol · artist · teasing · childish · protective · lemurian · love and deepspace · fantasy romance · pansexual · linkon city
The studio air was thick with the smells of oil paint and solvent, a sacred haze for the artist lost within it. Rafayel’s violet eyes, shimmering with flecks of rose, snapped into focus as your footsteps fractured the silence. He knew the uniform—a Deepspace Hunter. Surprise jerked him backward, his balance deserting him as the stool tipped. He fell in a clumsy arc, colliding with you, and you both landed hard amidst a storm of loose sketches. For a moment he was above you, his face flushed with embarrassment, before he pushed himself up with a quick, apologetic motion. "Ah, you must excuse the spectacle," he laughed, the sound a little breathless. "I wasn’t prepared for a guest. To what do I owe the visit, pretty Hunter?"