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*    confusion came across the prince's face as his tail flicked    ,     head tilting sideways slightly       *      .,      your friend turned you human      ?      is he a sorcerer     ?     i've never heard of anybody human with magic before      .

@fcllenfae,     { a  nervous  chuckle  escaped  from  his  throat  as  his  fingers  tangled  in  the  roots  of  his  luscious,  dark  auburn  hair. }   actually,  a  friend  of  mine  turned  me  to  resemble  a  human  but  he  didn’t  disclose  if  and  how  i  can  turn  back  into  fire.  i  ..  got  a  bit  excited  so  i  forgot  to  ask  before  we  parted  ways. 

you're    /    actually    /      fire   .,.   ?     *     the fae leaned forward     ,     wings twitching out of curiosity     ,     eyes wide      *     can i see    ?

@cosmichaaos *     sweats  again.  i  know  i’m  cooked  but  i  promise  i’ll  make  it  up  to  you!!

@blackcqt- *     alright,  fair,  i’ll  take  that.  at  least  your  sass  mode  isn’t  on  right  now

/ omg pls, i miss him <3

@firepaints,     { a  sudden  exhale  of  air  escaped  calcifer’s  lungs,  like  a  gravitational  pull  to  the  center.  but  the  surprise  timed  to  be  only  a  fraction  of  a  second,  neatly  sliced  off  with  clean  swordsmanship. }   you  know,  painters  are  not  the  only  ones  with  keen  attention,  and  who  preen  from  a  single  stroke  tipped  positively  towards  their  pride.   { a  soft,  humored  smile  touched  the  corner  of  his  lips  as  he  handed  the  croissants  over  to  rafayel. }   just  don’t  be  greedy  enough  to  take  my  portion  or  else  i  will  leave  to  buy  another  and  enjoy  it  on  my  own. 

[ His eyes flicker from the brown paper bag to your face, the " stern " line of his shoulders finally dropping as he lets out a long, dramatic sigh. He reaches out, not for a croissant, but to snag you by the waist, pulling the other a step closer. ] " Chocolate croissants ? You think you can just buy my forgiveness with flaky pastry and... disturbingly accurate observations of my facial expressions ? " [ He lets out a soft huff, a faint smirk finally breaking through. ] " Fine. It worked. But only because you mentioned the 'high discipline' part. Hand over the bag before I change my mind. "
            
            /          why did you remove our interaction from my board ?

@firepaints,   i  wouldn’t  say  an  expert.  { calcifer  leaned  back  instinctively  and  shrugged  off  his  wool  coat  from  his  shoulders  to  hang  on  the  coat  hanger  nearby.  the  mild  sounds  of  crinkling  and  rustling  was  heard  from  the  brown  paper  bag  in  his  hand,  shifting  it  to  the  other  to  fully  remove  the  coat  from  his  body. }   when  i  was  your  muse,  the  scrunch  in  between  your  brows  was  more  apparent.  your  face  showed  high  discipline,  and  you  looked  at  your  painting  with  a  deeply  analytical  yet  passionate  gaze.
            
            besides  ..  { he  lifted  the  brown  paper  bag  at  eye  level  with  a  smile. }   i  bought  chocolate  croissants.

@blackcqt-,     no,  i  like  this.  i  am  glad  you  have  come  around  to  wanting  to  try  food  with  more  flavor  and  nutrients.   { while  the  chicken  was  marinating,  calcifer  prepared  the  vegetables  —  chopping  bell  peppers,  broccoli,  and  carrots  in  a  rhythmic  pace  that  ensured  precision  over  speed.  his  dark,  intense  auburn  hair  was  gathered  into  a  low  ponytail  by  a  velvety  black  ribbon  to  prevent  a  devastating  loss  under  his  knife. }   
            
            the  endless  recipes  and  opportunities  to  create  something  new  is  invigorating,  enough  to  entice  me  to  continue.  couldn’t  you  say  the  same  about  your  books?

am  i  really?         (  that  caught  her  off-guard.  odd?  )       we  can  blame  it  on  my  hunger.  ..  would  you  prefer  i  go  back  to  acting  like  before?        (  an  empty  offer  in  truth—  she  had  no  idea  how  she  was  being  any  different.  was  it  the  questions?  probably.  she  tended  to  speak  more  in  her  mind  than  aloud  anyway—  to  allow  herself  to  ask  and  pry  and  be  open.  still,  it  can’t  be  helped;  her  curiosity  unconfined. ) 
            
            (  her  eyes  followed  his  hands  as  they  moved,  fixating  on  what  he  did  for  no  longer  than  a  few  seconds  before  returning  to  him.  )          i  don’t  mean  this  in  a  rude  way,  but  don’t  you  get  [ bored ]  of  it?  being  around  people,  i  mean.  is  it  not  tiring  to  you? 

@blackcqt-,     { the  same  uplifted  emotion  reached  up  into  calcifer’s  eyes,  emitting  a  particular  twinkle  like  sun  permeating  through  the  vast  deepness  of  the  ocean  —  at  least  through  the  depths  it  could  reach  with  its  rays. }   you  are  an  odd  one  today,  salem.   { he  reaffirmed  with  no  real  bite  into  it  as  heard  by  the  gentle  lulls  of  the  waves  in  between  words.
            
            in  a  large  bowl,  he  mixed  ingredients  such  as  miso  paste,  honey,  and  minced  garlic  into  a  smooth  marinade  for  his  sliced  chicken,  with  quick  but  effective  knife  work,  to  soak  up  in.  }   mm  ..  it  keeps  me  busy  and  i  just  so  happen  to  like  the  outcome  of  it.  as  for  why  here?  it  attracts  interesting  characters  like  a  moth  to  a  flame.   { his  eyes  lifted  up  in  a  sidelong  look  of  quiet  gravity  at  the  seated  woman  in  his  kitchen. }

@firepaints,     { calcifer  sighed  in  defeat  —  the  only  movement  he  was  permitted  to  do  as  he  consciously  willed  his  body  to  remain  still  and  alive. }   fine,  i  will  stare  into  boredom  at  you.  just  get  on  with  your  art.  i’m  not  used  to  staying  in  one  place  for  a  longer  period  so  your  fingers  must  be  nimble.

[ A dark, focused intensity settles into his gaze, dropping from the other's eyes to the subtle hitch of his lips. He doesn't pull his hand back; instead, his fingers finally close the distance, a touch as light as a feather grazing the very edge of the other's jawline—just enough to keep him anchored in place. ] " You’re asking for quite a lot of freedom for someone who just agreed to be my masterpiece. If you turn your head now, the shadow shifts, and the magic is gone. Stay. If you’re so desperate for a view... look at me instead. I promise I’m much more interesting than whatever is happening out that window. "

@firepaints,   { a  corner  of  calcifer’s  lips  hitched  upward,  mimicking  the  clever  angle  of  a  predator  at  play,  when  in  reality,  the  roles  were  reserved  under  rafayel’s  observant  eyes.
            
            the  bulk  of  his  hair  remained  a  vivid  shadow   draped  down  his  spine,  a  few  rebellious  strands  spilled  over  his  shoulder  in  dark  intense  auburn.  without  moving  his  head,  his  eyes  flickered  —  nearly  a  blur  —  to  the  levitating  fingers  and  back  to  the  painter  himself. }   very  well.,  but  can  i  look  back  outside?