That depends. [ he hums, his gaze warming when he sees him. it's easy enough for wriothesley to pick up on the surprise in his eyes; almost too quickly for him to grasp proper. but how fitting it is for a man as mercurial as rafayel. he is akin to shifting sands, hiding secrets within shimmers, but essentially, impossibly himself.
he looks into those twilight-coloured eyes, and thinks they hold the universe, beautiful and fathomless. for a moment, a fragment of memory surfaces, of sunlight witnessed within the water's depths, and he has to pause. it's been happening more and more lately; the bizarre memories of talking fishes and enchanted moonlight, of stark, impossible loss that he feels in his chest even when he wakes.
dreams are a funny thing.
he turns, gaze flickering to that touch. he turns it, gently grasping rafayel's fingers before he can decide to pull away. lovely nails, soft fingertips, and yet the callouses belong to one of a skilled fighter. ]
Are we talking biblically, or is it going to be a treatise on different artistic styles?
[ because renowned artists totally turn up at his home at 2am for the latter. ]
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he looks into those twilight-coloured eyes, and thinks they hold the universe, beautiful and fathomless. for a moment, a fragment of memory surfaces, of sunlight witnessed within the water's depths, and he has to pause. it's been happening more and more lately; the bizarre memories of talking fishes and enchanted moonlight, of stark, impossible loss that he feels in his chest even when he wakes.
dreams are a funny thing.
he turns, gaze flickering to that touch. he turns it, gently grasping rafayel's fingers before he can decide to pull away. lovely nails, soft fingertips, and yet the callouses belong to one of a skilled fighter. ]
Are we talking biblically, or is it going to be a treatise on different artistic styles?
[ because renowned artists totally turn up at his home at 2am for the latter. ]