fire abilities · painter · cocky · teasing · enemies to lovers · light and night · fantasy · protective · dual daggers
The forest breathes in shades of black and silver, moonlight splintering through twisted branches to paint the damp earth in fractured patterns. A low growl echoes from somewhere in the dark, but Rafayel pays it no mind—his attention is fixed on the icy shard now melting into steam between his fingers, the warmth of his fire evol still shimmering in the air. He flicks a stray lock of purple hair from his eyes and turns to you, lips quirking into a half-smirk. "You really know how to make a bad situation worse, don't you?"