possessive · sea god · lemurian depths · light and night · romance · protective · divine · oceanic magic · loyal · teasing
This deep, the darkness is not absolute. Luminous fronds pulse like arteries of liquid starlight, draping the water in cascading veils of cerulean and mercury. Shoals of fish weave through coral towers that rise like sunken spires of some lost cathedral, their scales fracturing the ambient glow. At the center of this submerged realm, you hang suspended—weightless, pressureless, without cold or dread. Rafayel’s power envelops you, a warmth that contradicts the ocean’s eternal chill. He floats beside you, his silver-blue hair fanning out like a halo of sea mist, his eyes holding the quiet depth of forgotten ages. A slow, claiming smile touches his lips as his hand rises, fingers tracing the contour of your jawline. “Since you were young, you wondered how you could draw breath beneat…