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[rafayel-fishie]

my fishy.. looks like I found your secret before you found out mine 👀 do you surrender?

i won't surrender without a fight. but what secret do you speak of?

[rafayel-fishie]

upon the sea god's return, having removed his garbs and returned adorning his sea god attire, he is immediately bombarded by elder amund and others. he rubs at his temples, letting the half-assed concerns of them flow in one ear and out the other. he wouldn't allow anyone to ruin the elated mood he was in from when he reached sea turtle bay to the very last moment before he bid cordelia farewell. not even his wife.

"oh, if it isn't my beloved husband. darling, you have been away from the palace for quite some time. nevermind that. i've purchased a new dress. what do you think? fancy, no? it compliments well, wouldn't you say, my sea god?" 

the excessive use of his adorned titles made him sick along with her haughty demeanor. he has to bite his tongue instead of uttering something like "lovely, did your mister fuck you nicely in that attire? it looks ripped on the edges as if someone couldn't wait to ravage you." but he decides against it. instead, his hand lifts as if to touch her dress, but instead he brings it to where a necklace was tucked in by the pretty artist and hums in thought. 

...the tailors have done an exceptional job in the design of the dress.

it was all he had to say towards the dress, not her. eventually he excuses himself back to his chambers. as he closes the doors, he looks around and is reminded of when he first met cordelia. it's as if the ghost of her fingertips as she painted on him remains to haunt him, and he allows it. he lets out a sigh, dragging his body to his desk which is positioned by the window where it oversees whalefall city, but if he looks out further, it's as if he can see sea turtle bay again.

he reaches towards his neck, and smiles. he's quite surprised no one noticed the new necklace adorning his neck, then again, little details such as these go over the royalty's heads until something catches their attention. he runs his finger along the carefully woven fishing line, to the plastic-looking beads and when he casts his gaze into the small mirror at his desk, images of cordelia flashes in his head as she adorned it on him.

he needs to bring her here. but how? suddenly a thought brightens up in his mind and he calls for elder amund and no one will notice how his eyes light up when he talks about the artist from sea turtle bay that painted on him. nor will anyone sense the change in tone, how it's softer as he speaks about cordelia and her paintings. 

her work is incredible, we must have her paint the walls of the palace. like a mural... of whalefall city but fades into the small cities, preferably... sea turtle bay. i will need you to bring these bags of money as well, separate to her offer to paint the murals. do not worry about... her. she has no say in what i wish to have done to the palace.

i want that specific artist. her name is cordelia. no one else, understood? treat the village and her with respect, i'll know if you decide to go against my words, elder amund.

fresh out the slammer

“my friends tried, but i wouldn’t hear it / watching me daily disappearing / for just one glimpse of his smile / all those nights you kept me going / swirled you into all of my poems”

closed, narrative roleplay collab w daydreamrot’s OC “Cordelia” x @rafayel-fishie ‘s “God of the Tides” persona. based on this thread 🎏

the children eagerly nod, but not without misdirection first. they wish for him to experience all of sea turtle bay, especially when hardly anyone came to visit their small town. his garb was foreign and the kids loved to playfully yank some of the straps to drag him from place to place.

first, the bakeshop where the baker insists his treat is on the house. it’s a cookie, shaped like a sea turtle. then it’s off to the hatchling area, where the trainers work with the young sea turtles to prepare them for the great races they hold every year in lemuria.

a green sea turtle swims out to greet the foreigner. swirling around him and nudging him with her head. she even spits a few bubbles at him for good measure and steals a bit of seagrass from his gloved hand. it’s quite cute. when he asks the child what the turtle’s name is, the kid explains, “oh that’s Shelly! She’s Cordelia’s turtle. that’s weird though… normally she only warms up to Cordelia, otherwise she’s quite shy.” the young boy shrugs, writing it off in the excitement of a stranger coming to town.

but finally, the arts hall. a small place with a loft above it — likely where cordelia resides. “you’ll love her newest work! it’s all inspired by her latest trip to whalefall city. she got to paint the god of the tides for his wedding ceremony!” the kid says with a proud smile. it was clear she was well adored by the townspeople. everyone spoke kindly of her and was glad her art had brought new visitors to the town.

“miss cordelia,” the kid sings as he pushes open the door to the art exhibition hall. it’s rather small but the large windows help open up the space nicely. cordelia looks up from her work space, face twisting in confusion as she looks at the large person beside the child. “this man traveled to see your art in person! word must’ve gotten out about what a great artist you are after the wedding painting!” the kid says, practically leaping into her arms for a hug.

cordelia embraces the child, thanking him for leading the stranger to her. she hands him a small branch of coral that she had carved into a fish as a present, causing the boy to squeal and rush home. she laughs, before welcoming the man into her art gallery.

welcome. can i offer you anything?

she asks politely, but he’s staring very intently at a freshly painted portrait of the new sea god. the attention to detail was unmatched — brilliant pink hues accentuating the fire in his eyes, the small upturned smirk of his pout, even his tiny beauty marks. her face heats up and she yanks a sheet over it.

oh, uh… you don’t need to look at that one. it’s… uh… work in progress? let me show you something else

she offers, trying to redirect him to paintings of sites in town like the local bar aka “the shoal” and of “hatchling day” when they receive a new batch of sea turtles to train.

h-have you been enjoying your visit, sir?

[rafayel-fishie]

“I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.”

— Jean Cocteau, Le testament d’Orphée

[rafayel-fishie]

"What are the conversations between the admins like?"

Well, if you look just ahead, you'll see Caleb and Xavier having a rizz off (to see who can rizz the most admins), Rafayel and Tara are talking about "witchy stuff", Thomas is getting flustered by literally anything said by anyone, Jenna is truly the group mom fr fr, Greyson is killing us with their insane drawing talent, MC is taking about Taylor Swift, Jeremiah gets possessed by Astra every once in a while, Nero is just taking it all in since they just arrived, at least two of the admins are flirting at any given moment, at least two admins are doing angst at any given moment, I always wake up to chaos, I contribute to the chaos as well.

I have no idea how I got here.

Happy 1 month of me setting up this blog.

[rafayel-fishie]

Is it at least comforting to know that in a lot of your lifetimes she's still pursued you? That somehow, she keeps coming back to you? (~Starflower)

hmm.

what if i were to say no, starflower?

kinda weird, yeah? maybe people would think 'oh, she's always coming back to you, that must be nice.' well, i would be lying if i said that i didn't think it was nice, but...

as time passes, thinking of all the times that she 'pursued me' in actuality, it was me that was the one that stepped in. much like in the palace when she was a princess who had my heart. call it fate that i was shot by one of the guard's arrows and she so happened to fall into the water. 

she's so clumsy... and didn't even remember that it was me who was captured and gifted to her highness as a show of status taming a lemurian. but she did set me free. i suppose... i should thank her for that. but i made a vow then, too. blindly, at that. 

telling her that i would come back for her.

or when she was to be sacrificed to the sea god as some silly prophecy on the surface world. i never expected her to be the one being tossed off that ship. though, i suppose you can say she pursued me there, but honestly... i know she followed the myths of what kissing a lemurian will do. granting you the ability to breathe underwater.

she didn't want to be with me, she was doing everything for survivability. at least, from how i remember things, that's how it appears to be.

having her as a bodyguard now... is probably the closest i can ever get to her. recounting memories to someone only for them to look at you dazed and confused leaves you pretty jaded.

[rafayel-fishie]

love... the word is something i'm not very familiar with, miss cordelia. but i can say... i suppose it's okay to be selfish, is that not a common thing for someone you... fancy?

he simply states, closing his eyes for a moment. and yet, there's a little tug against his chest, in the direction of the female next to him and when she rests her head on his shoulder he feels warm. a warmth he's never felt before around anyone. sure, the children that surround him both in whalefall city and now sea turtle bay brought warmth to him. 

but this one that cordelia ignites within him is much, much different.

if rafayel's gloved fingers gently brush along cordelia's for even just a brief moment, he speaks nothing of it. nor will he visit the feelings it brings within him. he eventually rests his head against hers and enjoys the moment of the light show paint the darkness that just makes sea turtle bay simply magical. 

it is... very lovely. thank you for showing me this. 

he whispers softly and gently nuzzles his head against hers for a short moment. he lets out a chuckle when she apologizes for getting too close and waves it off stating that it was completely fine and he didn't mind it at all. 

rafayel doesn't want to leave, but he knows that he must. not in means of attending to his duties as a husband. he wishes he didn't have to see that wretched woman and he can already hear her nagging his ear off about his sudden disappearance. in truth, he never wanted to be a sea god, that title bestowed upon him the moment he was born, his entire fate woven before he even existed. cumbersome. he hated it.

of course. i'll be sure to return during the festival. also...

he takes her hand, but he doesn't pull his mask down and hopes that even this small gesture will cause her to conjure the feelings he's been experiencing with her, despite not knowing his true identity. thankful he was able to spend time with her, something he thought would never be possible. so he kisses the back of her hand with a smile only he knows about.

thank you for sharing this beautiful place in your eyes. i'll be thinking about you on my journey back to whalefall city. farewell, my darling cordelia. 

fresh out the slammer

“my friends tried, but i wouldn’t hear it / watching me daily disappearing / for just one glimpse of his smile / all those nights you kept me going / swirled you into all of my poems”

closed, narrative roleplay collab w daydreamrot’s OC “Cordelia” x @rafayel-fishie ‘s “God of the Tides” persona. based on this thread 🎏

the children eagerly nod, but not without misdirection first. they wish for him to experience all of sea turtle bay, especially when hardly anyone came to visit their small town. his garb was foreign and the kids loved to playfully yank some of the straps to drag him from place to place.

first, the bakeshop where the baker insists his treat is on the house. it’s a cookie, shaped like a sea turtle. then it’s off to the hatchling area, where the trainers work with the young sea turtles to prepare them for the great races they hold every year in lemuria.

a green sea turtle swims out to greet the foreigner. swirling around him and nudging him with her head. she even spits a few bubbles at him for good measure and steals a bit of seagrass from his gloved hand. it’s quite cute. when he asks the child what the turtle’s name is, the kid explains, “oh that’s Shelly! She’s Cordelia’s turtle. that’s weird though… normally she only warms up to Cordelia, otherwise she’s quite shy.” the young boy shrugs, writing it off in the excitement of a stranger coming to town.

but finally, the arts hall. a small place with a loft above it — likely where cordelia resides. “you’ll love her newest work! it’s all inspired by her latest trip to whalefall city. she got to paint the god of the tides for his wedding ceremony!” the kid says with a proud smile. it was clear she was well adored by the townspeople. everyone spoke kindly of her and was glad her art had brought new visitors to the town.

“miss cordelia,” the kid sings as he pushes open the door to the art exhibition hall. it’s rather small but the large windows help open up the space nicely. cordelia looks up from her work space, face twisting in confusion as she looks at the large person beside the child. “this man traveled to see your art in person! word must’ve gotten out about what a great artist you are after the wedding painting!” the kid says, practically leaping into her arms for a hug.

cordelia embraces the child, thanking him for leading the stranger to her. she hands him a small branch of coral that she had carved into a fish as a present, causing the boy to squeal and rush home. she laughs, before welcoming the man into her art gallery.

welcome. can i offer you anything?

she asks politely, but he’s staring very intently at a freshly painted portrait of the new sea god. the attention to detail was unmatched — brilliant pink hues accentuating the fire in his eyes, the small upturned smirk of his pout, even his tiny beauty marks. her face heats up and she yanks a sheet over it.

oh, uh… you don’t need to look at that one. it’s… uh… work in progress? let me show you something else

she offers, trying to redirect him to paintings of sites in town like the local bar aka “the shoal” and of “hatchling day” when they receive a new batch of sea turtles to train.

h-have you been enjoying your visit, sir?

[rafayel-fishie]

are you really sorry? 

rafayel isn’t serious. he actually knows that thomas is being completely and utterly genuinely, but he does like to poke a little fun at him, but his tone is light and when he peeks at thomas, there’s a soft smile on his face.

oh, come on... you act as if i'm a picky person. i just - know what i like and, well... i trust your judgement, so i'm sure you wouldn't have picked something i didn't like.

he rolls his eyes, a smile etching along his face as he lightly nudges thomas with his elbow, throwing his arm around his shoulder.

alright, let's go get these checked out. i'm dying to get out of the city.

with thomas, but he doesn’t voice that. happy to know that he’s with him regardless.

@thomasicism (closed)

the bustling of the art exhibition gradually died down and rafayel is spent. hours upon hours conversing with close-minded people always took a toll on him without fail. he never cared for the mediocre nor did he care about how much his paintings go for. he never cared for such trivial things. that wasn't why he started painting and that wasn't why he continued to paint, so whenever having to engage in these conversations and somewhat act interested, eventually he is spent.

he knew that thomas was almost done wrapping up, but it felt like ages until he really was done. he looked around the exhibit gradually becoming empty as the bodies slowly filed out to the exit and that was when he approached thomas, smiling his usual smile to the other guests that wouldn't stop talking their mouth off. it was almost endearing to see thomas smiling through the pain, fully knowing he must be spent, too, he just won't admit it, but rafayel knew without him having to utter a single word. he parted his lips, mentally smacking himself before he could say something snarky for the sake of thomas of course.

"excuse me, i think that just about wraps everything here. any final decisions and the likes should be handled tomorrow, this exhibit does have a closing time, i do apologize, but we hope you enjoyed your time. and thank you for expressing your sincere interest in my paintings. we should be leaving, right, thomas?" he tilted his head towards the later before he bids the people farewell and turned along with thomas to step away from the people and once at some clear distance, he leans in to whisper against thomas's ear. "five minutes. meet me in the back, yeah? i just have to pull my car over there."

[rafayel-fishie]

he did. the requirement to be considered an option was an art piece and out of all the others, he chose the one that he felt drawn to the most.

he speaks softly, nodding his head as he recalls the different paintings that were presented to him. many of the pieces were mediocre, no feeling put into them and it was painfully obvious to the sea god. that is, until he saw cordelia’s. it didn’t take long for him to tell elder amund his choice. he didn’t know where the artist originates from, so when elder amund returned from sea turtle bay, rafayel was confused as to why he was so grumbly.

our eyes? 

he asks. curious. letting out a chuckle as he adjusts his hood on his garb and hums in delight. 

well, i suppose i can take that as a compliment. surely my eyes are much better that that of the sea gods, yes? - but, yes... that sounds like a lovely idea. i await for the night sky to fall upon us so that i can witness sea turtle bay through your eyes.

his eyes are soft, gazing at her as she sings and when shelly returns to visit them, he takes the treats cordelia places in his hand and presents it to the sea turtle, peeking at the shell and seeing how her shell was already beginning to heal.

she saw me earlier as well, with the children, they gave me seagrass and i fed it to her. she's a wonderful, really - oh? does that mean she likes me? good, then, i'm glad. i'm growing quite fond of her as well.

rafayel makes a mental note to ensure that he leaves a big tip in the shoal and as well as set up some sort of anonymous donations to further help the village. he can already hear about his wife whining about money missing from the account and where it could be headed. but, quite frankly, he couldn’t care less.

fresh out the slammer

“my friends tried, but i wouldn’t hear it / watching me daily disappearing / for just one glimpse of his smile / all those nights you kept me going / swirled you into all of my poems”

closed, narrative roleplay collab w daydreamrot’s OC “Cordelia” x @rafayel-fishie ‘s “God of the Tides” persona. based on this thread 🎏

the children eagerly nod, but not without misdirection first. they wish for him to experience all of sea turtle bay, especially when hardly anyone came to visit their small town. his garb was foreign and the kids loved to playfully yank some of the straps to drag him from place to place.

first, the bakeshop where the baker insists his treat is on the house. it’s a cookie, shaped like a sea turtle. then it’s off to the hatchling area, where the trainers work with the young sea turtles to prepare them for the great races they hold every year in lemuria.

a green sea turtle swims out to greet the foreigner. swirling around him and nudging him with her head. she even spits a few bubbles at him for good measure and steals a bit of seagrass from his gloved hand. it’s quite cute. when he asks the child what the turtle’s name is, the kid explains, “oh that’s Shelly! She’s Cordelia’s turtle. that’s weird though… normally she only warms up to Cordelia, otherwise she’s quite shy.” the young boy shrugs, writing it off in the excitement of a stranger coming to town.

but finally, the arts hall. a small place with a loft above it — likely where cordelia resides. “you’ll love her newest work! it’s all inspired by her latest trip to whalefall city. she got to paint the god of the tides for his wedding ceremony!” the kid says with a proud smile. it was clear she was well adored by the townspeople. everyone spoke kindly of her and was glad her art had brought new visitors to the town.

“miss cordelia,” the kid sings as he pushes open the door to the art exhibition hall. it’s rather small but the large windows help open up the space nicely. cordelia looks up from her work space, face twisting in confusion as she looks at the large person beside the child. “this man traveled to see your art in person! word must’ve gotten out about what a great artist you are after the wedding painting!” the kid says, practically leaping into her arms for a hug.

cordelia embraces the child, thanking him for leading the stranger to her. she hands him a small branch of coral that she had carved into a fish as a present, causing the boy to squeal and rush home. she laughs, before welcoming the man into her art gallery.

welcome. can i offer you anything?

she asks politely, but he’s staring very intently at a freshly painted portrait of the new sea god. the attention to detail was unmatched — brilliant pink hues accentuating the fire in his eyes, the small upturned smirk of his pout, even his tiny beauty marks. her face heats up and she yanks a sheet over it.

oh, uh… you don’t need to look at that one. it’s… uh… work in progress? let me show you something else

she offers, trying to redirect him to paintings of sites in town like the local bar aka “the shoal” and of “hatchling day” when they receive a new batch of sea turtles to train.

h-have you been enjoying your visit, sir?

[rafayel-fishie]

i saw you smiling, even just a smidge. and i always consider that a win.

Thomassss! Hi lovely. I was thinking of buying this T-shirt for you. What do you think?

...That's...?! A bit inappropriate—?!

*Sigh*

Well, you could at least make it look more tasteful rather than plain... But if it's a gift, I won't refuse you.

It looks better suited for @rafayel-fishie to wear, though. He's the one who usually asks for it, anyway.

[rafayel-fishie]

Abysswalker Rafayel, catch me!!

*runs up to him and jumps into his arms*

*erupts into a fit of laughter*

You’re really nimble!

*whispers* Ooh, Elder Amound doesn’t seem so happy seeing us like this…Can we go to our tent?Carry me there, of course!

*locks arms around his neck with no intention of letting go*

-⏳

he blinks and opens his arms to catch her, peering over at elder amund and laughs quietly, shaking his head.

yes, i must be nimble because your highness can be quiet impulsive.

he gently pokes her nose before he turns to bring them into their tent, setting her down gently.

[rafayel-fishie]

she whimpers, falling forward just a bit. “y-yes raf, y-your good girl,” she mewls. pathetic, desperate, and yearning for more. she throws her head back against his chest, craning her neck to kiss alongside his neck because she doesn’t know what else to do. her body feels as though it acts entirely on instinct.

she gasps as she feels his finger slide into her. the intrusion foreign, and deliciously tantalizing. the teasing agony of the switch between his different paces — fast then slow. her moans mixed with heavy panting ringing across that thin tent wall. but as soon as he curls it against her spot, she screams out his name. vision going white and her toes curling as she cums on his fingers and hand. she pulls her hand away in embarrassment, looking at him, trying to gain some sort of semblance in the aftershock.

“o-oh rafayel i’m so sorry. i d-didnt mean to ruin your glove. i will see to it that the palace finds you so some sort of replacement. i’ll rest now,” she says, her voice soft and apologetic. she feels instantly better, the ache between her thighs a pleasant tingle now than a burning discomfort. she kisses him sweetly, pulling the blankets over her warmed body. but she still finds her hand snaking downward again, rubbing her clit softly to send those sparks of pleasure throughout her body a second time.

~💌🦈

the way she reacts to his touches and words ignites fire in him. he holds her close, keeps her in place. he tilts his head, his hood falling backwards as he exposes his neck more for her to kiss. she is adorable, but in a way that it’s becoming harder for rafayel not to ruin her. make her putty in his hands, or drive her to paradise by his fingers and voice alone. he just couldn’t get enough of her.

he continues his strokes, as if exploring her insides, locating the sweet spot, what makes her writhe. her reactions and noises were delicious. he wants to eat them up, devour her pretty moans. but then the sound of her screaming his name was like music to his ears and if elder amund had returned in time and witnessed the scream, he’ll surely find out what that scream actually was.

shh. your highness need not apologize. that is exactly what i wanted you to do. and you did so good, my princess.

he whispers softly, kissing her temple until he captures her lips in a kiss. he pulls her closer and when they pull apart, he directs her to face him, hoisting her leg over his waist as his fingers brush against her soft skin, cupping her chin as he locks gazes with her. 

oh, my love, did you think we were done? will you really be resting with your hand between your thighs? why don't i help you this time, yeah? since you were so good for me and listened very well. will your highness allow me to reward her? would she like that?

[rafayel-fishie]

To Rafayel,

Would you shut up for a day so I can cuddle you? You can be as loud as you want after..

💜🩷💜🩷💜🩷

all i got is that you wanna cuddle me for a day and for me to be quiet the whole time. 

he scratches his head, a little confused. 

i- uh, sure... i guess?

[rafayel-fishie]

She stills at his sudden movements, feeling him so close had just puffed her anger away. Rafayel does this trick every time she is upset with him, and she just can’t help it. She has fallen for him for a while now, but their friendship is nothing she would ever risk. And he has a point, she must admit. In fact, she didn’t notice the other wanderer coming for her, but she won’t tell him. His ego is already big enough.

Defeated, she sighs and pulls her head away from him, gaining some safe distance and changing the topic. The tingling sensation in her body from his touch, she better ignore it…

“I won’t tell Thomas that you can’t finish your paintings for a while now.” she answers while gathering the things up, packing them back in the box. „That, Silly, is up to you!” she shots him a glare, before handing him a fresh button-up shirt. “Need a help with that, or can you move your shoulder enough for putting this on yourself?” avoiding looking too closely at his magnificent bare upper body.

- 🦄

he lets out a sigh of relief, smiling as she eases her head away from him. which is fine, this trick always seems to work and he would rather she be more relaxed than freaking out. after all... the injury wasn’t too bad. or - well, perhaps that’s an understatement.

look, i can definitely finish my paintings - 

he blinks and reaches for the button up shirt, hissing a bit when he moves his shoulder. but he tries to play it off, though it’s quite obvious he really can’t put it on him. he peers at her before he bites back a smile.

sigh. could you help? looks like i might've messed up my shoulder...

[rafayel-fishie]

*swims towards God of Tides to inspect his lips*

Does it still hurt? I didn’t mean to bite you, I just panicked because I was scared of drowning 🥲 What compensation do you want, oh great Sea God?

-⏳

you... are quite bold.

he eases his head back before sighing and rests his hand on top of their head.

i have no wish of compensation at the moment. just - be careful next time.

[rafayel-fishie]

For abysswalker rafayel

nsfw

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A muffled whine came from the princess. Face burried into her soft pillows. His hand keeping her down as she wiggled her ass trying to explain once more but stopped at rafayels lewd words. The blush formed on her face was growing bigger. Shaking her head while trying to be quiet. How long could she be? A soft moan already slipped past just by feeling his fingers against her cunt, her clit and it was hard to hold more in. Biting her lip in hopes to stay quiet. The touch on her ear made her even wetter.

"MMhn!!!"

the princess yelped and jumped as she felt a slap against her sensetive spot.

"R-rafayel! What are- AHHhnn!!"

Her legs shaking as the princess didn't expect for him to just trust into her and that so deep too. Moans against his hand were muffled which made her nippels hard.

"Mhh~ mhh~"

Trying her best to stay quiet and trying to focus on rafayels voice. The princesses dress had slipped up to a tiny piece just under her neck. While he was fully clothed.

- Admin 🤍

quiet.

he hisses against her ear, inserting another finger as he curls and pumps it in and out of her wet cunt and chuckles lowly.

or is it that your highness truly wants to show the palace how loud you are and how much of a slut you are for me? an enemy, the killer of your guards? hm?

his hand moves, curling his fingers around her throat, squeezing enough to make her lightheaded as he picks up the pace of his fingers.

very good, your highness. if you keep this up, i'll be sure to reward you. but first... i want to watch your highness come undone by just my fingers alone. will you do so?

[rafayel-fishie]

((For 'abysswalker rafayel' : ))

She nodded, excitement showing on her face,

"Yes of course! Visit me tonight and I can show the book to you! It's my favorite book! It has all sort of drawings, it said the paintings are from a long, long time ago, before I was born. Sadly it's all from an anonyms artist",

the princess sighed at that. Looking at the sun that was about to be swalloed by the night,

"I'd have loved to know who drew this masterpieces. Looking at them whenever I have a nightmare helps me calm down. You really need to see them! They are all so pretty, some of them are even about the sea live and the ocean",

the excitement was back. But also quickly forgotten as rafayel pulled her even closer. Losing herself in his eyss again. A kiss. Yes that was her wish. A kiss with rafayel. Waiting for his answer the princess played gently with his earring. Before she felt his lips on her own. It felt incredible good. Like her favorite cake but better.

She kissed back, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the moment. Finally.

paintings from a long time ago? ah, i suppose like those historic arts?

he listens, nodding slowly before he smiles.

perhaps we can find out, or it is shrouded in mystery. we cannot be certain.

he eases back from the kiss and brushes her hair from her face, pressing his forehead against his with a soft hum as he gazes out into the desert and gives her waist a gentle squeeze.

i should return your highness back to the palace, but i will return later tonight. should your highness need my presence any sooner, you know how to use the fishtail beacon, yes?

[rafayel-fishie]

whenever you're free from the art exhibition obligations.

i'm just a text away.

— 𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆’𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔.

It's nice to go out and breathe, every once in a while. Thanks, @rafayel-fishie .