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[@firepaints]
            
                 Kael shifts his gaze toward Rafayel , annoyance flickering across his features despite his steady calm — one of the few things about him that hadn’t changed.  Everything else had , and there wasn’t a trace of regret in it.  “ Still playing around , I see.  Guess that part of you never dies , ”  he says coolly.  “ So tell me — what are you here for ? ”

@hivemindd 
            
            [ Leans against the wall , a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips ]  " 'Leave you alone' ? Now , why would I do something as boring as that ? Solitude is just another word for ' waiting for me to ruin it. ' Besides, you remembered my name—that’s a fresh start. "

“don’t grab me like that!” she argued. “i thought— i thought, ugh!” she smacked his hand away and finally settled back properly onto the stool. she was a paint herself now, the only thing missing was a nail so she could hang on the wall as a living portrait. she shook her leg, boots splashed with the expensive paint rafayel was whining about.
            
            “oh, stop crying about it. it’s only paint,” kaliah said, turning her feet side to side to inspect the damage. at least the leather could be salvaged. she wiped her face with the back of her hand, then looked at him.
            
            “give me that.” she snatched the cloth from him. “i’ll bring you ten buckets of this paint next time.” it was the closest thing to an apology he’d ever get from her.

@killershades 
            
            [ Rafayel stares at the growing puddle of pigment on the floor, his jaw dropping in genuine, horrified disbelief. A low, wounded groan escapes his throat as he looks from the mess back to her , his eyes narrowing. ]
            
            " What is wrong with me ? You just committed a massacre in my sanctuary ! That was a custom-blended Aegean Blue, you clumsy little seedling—it takes weeks to harvest those minerals, and you’ve turned it into a floor mat ! " [ He doesn't let go of her arm , though; his grip remains firm as he pulls her back to a steady balance. He huffs, blowing a stray strand of hair out of his face while looking at the chaos. ] " If you wanted my attention so badly, you could have just asked. You didn't need to drown my studio in the process. Now stay still before you slip and turn yourself into a human paintbrush ! "

“stop it— stop that!” she grabbed his arm, her hand shooting out on instinct, fingers closing around his wrist which was holding the cloth before she could think better of it. her other hand moved too fast to stop him from reaching for her chin, and she lost her balance on the stool, tipping backward.
            
            she would’ve gone all the way down if he hadn’t planted his feet in front of her, stopping the fall— but her legs kicked out in panic, sending a nearby bucket of paint crashing over. color spilled everywhere, a mess spreading fast. it had taken her less than five minutes to turn the place into a disaster. “what is wrong with you?”

/ annoyed please <3

/        comedic, perchance?  (:

@crims0nblack 
            
            [ His eyes widen, a spark of mischief dancing in them as she mentions the 'cute bandage' secrecy ] " My lips are sealed, Healer. Though, I can’t promise my heart won't skip a beat every time I look at my thumb and see a little pink bunny staring back at me. " [ He watches her work, his pout softening into a lopsided, victorious grin as she takes his hand ] " See ? I knew you couldn't resist saving a masterpiece in distress. But 'indulgent' ? Please. This is a high-stakes rescue mission! " [ He leans in slightly closer, whispering ] " Don't worry, your reputation as a hardened healer is safe with me... as long as you keep being this gentle. "

@firepaints 
            
            “A soul-crushing trauma? I’ve seen warriors crawl in here missing half their dignity and all of their spleen, and none of them pouted this hard.”
            Still, she stepped closer, gently taking his offered hand and turning it over to inspect the “wound.” Her touch was practiced, careful if a little indulgent.
            
            “You’re lucky I’m a healer and not a critic,” she muttered, already reaching for her supplies. Then she glanced up at him, eyes narrowing with playful warning. “And for the record, if I give you a cute bandage, you are never allowed to tell anyone about this.”
            A faint smirk followed. “Now hold still, artist. Let’s save those precious hands of yours before the tragedy worsens.”

@crims0nblack 
            
            " How heartless ! " [ Gasps and places a hand over his heart dramatically ] " Just because there isn't a puddle of blood doesn't mean my delicate skin hasn't suffered a soul-crushing trauma. I’m an artist; my hands are my life ! " [ Puffs out his cheeks and pouts, holding his hand out toward her ] " Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to help me find a bandage ? Preferably a cute one. " [ Narrows his eyes playfully ] " And don't even think about getting a plain one ! "

@blackcqt- 
            
            " You’re worrying about the wrong things again. If you were truly 'too much,' don’t you think I would have painted your mouth shut by now ? " [ He lets out a soft, melodic laugh, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering just a second too long against her skin. ] " Keep talking. I find the sound of your voice far more interesting than the silence of this studio. "

(  a  startled  expression  washed  over  her,  heat  crawling  up  her  neck  as  her  fingers  pushed  her  hair  back  and  out  of  her  face. )     are—  are  you  sure?      (  she  asked,  voice  softer.  )      i  know  i  can  talk  a  lot  sometimes.  you  can  tell  me  if  it’s  too  much. 

@blackcqt- 
            
            " Who said you were talking too much ? Certainly wasn't me. It’s not every day I get to see you this unreserved... it’s quite a treat, actually. Go on, I’m all ears. " [ A playful smirk dances on his lips as he tilts his head, eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and pure adoration ] 
            
            /   ahh miss them too < 33

// :)

@firepaints / !! Ahem also on disc but here too!!

/ !!

Rafayel is an ancient Sea God, born from the first tides and bound to the endless pulse of the ocean. He rules the waters with effortless grace—commanding storms, calming waves, and bending the sea to his will as naturally as breathing. To mortals, he is worshipped as both a blessing and a warning: the god who gives beauty… and takes without mercy.
            
            He embodies the dual nature of the ocean—serene and luminous on the surface, devastating and unfathomable beneath. His presence is mesmerizing: laughter like sunlit waves, anger like a drowning storm. He is playful, dramatic, and proud, yet carries the weight of centuries in his eyes.
            
            Despite his divinity, Rafayel is deeply lonely. Immortal and unchanging, he watches civilizations rise and fall while he remains—remembering every promise ever made to him, every soul he has lost to time. The sea is his sanctuary, but also his prison.
            
            Emotionally, 
            
            Fiercely possessive of what he loves
            
            Protective to the point of destruction
            
            Vulnerable only in solitude or trust
            
            Haunted by the fear of being forgotten
            
            When he loves, he loves like the ocean itself—endless, consuming, and irreversible. He does not love lightly, and once his heart is given, it is bound by fate, tides, and ancient vows.

Rafayel is a charismatic, sharp-tongued, and emotionally guarded artist whose charm is as deliberate as it is dangerous. On the surface, he comes off playful, dramatic, and teasing—someone who enjoys attention and knows exactly how to command a room. But beneath that polished exterior lies a deeply complex soul shaped by loss, longing, and quiet devotion.
            
            He is intensely creative, using art as both an escape and a form of emotional expression. Rafayel feels deeply, even when he pretends not to, and he often masks vulnerability with wit, sarcasm, or flirtation. His confidence isn’t careless—it’s armor.
            
            Emotionally, Rafayel struggles with attachment and trust. He fears being abandoned or misunderstood, which makes him push people away even when he wants closeness. When he does care, however, he loves fiercely and with a kind of aching loyalty that borders on self-sacrifice.
            
            In relationships ,
            
            Teasing but attentive
            
            Emotionally intense yet guarded
            
            Dramatic, romantic, and secretly soft
            
            Protective in subtle, almost possessive ways
            
            At his core, Rafayel is someone who wants to be chosen—not for his talent, beauty, or charm, but for who he truly is when the performance ends.