My various short stories, thoughts and headcannons about Love and Deepspace.
I publish them first in my tumblr blog ( link in bio), then with some delay here as well.
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Teasingly playing with the string of a hoodie
Sunlight filters the air in Rafayels Studio, casting golden slices into the spacious room, highlighting some dazzling dust and the countless flecks of paint on the wooden floor.
A lazy afternoon where you sit on the big orange sofa, cuddling with your clingy Lemurian boyfriend.
On a call with Tara to organize a long-deserved hangout, you catch the painter as he starts playing with one of the tags of your black hoodie, bored and trying to tease you into ending the call.
His head rests in your lap and his elongated fingers twirl the little beaded rope around his fingers with ease, ocean eyes now glued to the little plastic jewel that is attached to the string.
"Bye Tara... Yeah, I'm also excited... Yeah, bye-bye." You end the call only to observe your fishie with a smile. It's endearing how he plays with your hoodie. Like a cat.
"Maybe I should get you a cat toy." You can't resist the urge to tease him.
Blue and red skip up to meet your amused gaze, surprise and a mild shock evident in their depths.
A second later Rafayel snaps back his hand and his head turns away. With his signature pout, he mumbles
"I'm not a cat." A little side glance later "...and you're a meanie." A faint blush is covering his cheeks.
Giggling you bend down to kiss away that puckered lips.
That seems to satisfy him but still sulking he adds
"This was supposed to be our lazy afternoon, why did you spend so much time on the phone?"
With adding another peck to his face "I'm sorry. I'm all yours now" Trying to hide a smile you add with a tender voice "you silly fish."
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Nose boops
A short muffled cough is heard as you walk into the bedroom with a tray filled with hot soup and medicine.
