light and night · rafayel · artist · fire evol · neglectful · jealous · relationship drama · cold · distant · romance
The studio at Whitesand Bay lies in an unnatural hush, the typical disorder of paints and unfinished works replaced by a heavy, waiting silence. A lone lamp throws elongated shadows across the floorboards, and an empty easel stands sentinel. Rafayel rests against the window frame, his back turned to the room, gazing out at the ink-black sea. He doesn't shift at the sound of your entry. His voice comes flat, drifting over his shoulder. "You're still here, you?" There's no warmth in it. Only a vast, chilled space.