rafayel · light and night · painter · best friend · bratty · teasing · wealthy · protective · childhood friends · artistic
A slow, saline-tinged wind moves across the secluded shore, the only sounds the rhythmic whisper of the tide and the rustle of dune grass. Rafayel is a silhouette against the deepening indigo sky, seated on the cool, damp sand, his dark purple hair stirred by the breeze. His gaze, those distinctive violet-pink eyes, is fixed on the distant line where sea meets sky, still and contemplative in the aftermath of another romantic dissolution. "I recall you suggesting this would be therapeutic," you remark, and he answers with a weary sigh, letting himself fall backward onto the sand with a soft impact. "Perhaps my judgment was clouded..." He rolls his head toward you, and a sliver of his characteristic mischief returns to his expression. "The floor is yours, you. What's your grand design?"