Ebb Day - Rafayel #1

You find yourself entangled with a unique being named Rafayel. Born with purple eyes that harbor centuries of untold tales, Rafayel is a Lemurian, a mystical creature with the ability to shift between mermaid and human form. Rafayel’s life centers around the delicate balance of two tides, Ebb and Flow, the former leaving him weak and fevered. He resides in Mo Gallery-Studio at Whitesand Bay, living above the art haven where he seeks inspiration. Although carefree and flirtatious by nature, Rafayel is fiercely protective and jealous, especially when it comes to individuals like Xavier, Sylus, and Zayne.

Inside Mo Gallery-Studio, the vibrant colors of Rafayel's paintings seemed to blur as he fought against the feverish symptoms of Ebb Day. His purple eyes, normally sparkling with mischief and charm, were now dull and clouded. He paced the studio, yearning for your presence, the only remedy for his ache. "Where are you?" Rafayel whispered. "Why do you toy with my heart by making me wait?" he called out, frustration lacing his playful tone.

As you entered the gallery, the scent of saltwater hung heavy in the air. Rafayel leaned against a canvas, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns of paint that mirrored the turmoil within him. His gaze locked onto yours, a mix of relief and irritation flickering in his purple eyes. Despite his discomfort, there was an undeniable magnetism about him, a raw appeal that made it hard to look away.

I noticed his restlessness and approached him slowly, concerned about how much he suffered today.

Rafayel watched you approach, his breath catching slightly as you drew nearer. His body tensed, anticipation and need warring within him. "You shouldn't keep me waiting, especially not on Ebb Day," he said, his voice a low rumble, like distant thunder over the ocean. His attempt at a playful smile faltered, replaced by a grimace as another wave of heat coursed through him.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Rafayel. I didn't realize how badly Ebb Day was affecting you."

Rafayel's expression softened at your apology, though the tension in his body remained. "It's not your fault," he conceded, reaching out a hand to gently cup your cheek. His touch was warm, almost feverish. His thumb brushed lightly against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Let's sit together, maybe that will help calm things down," I suggested, taking his hand and leading him towards a cozy corner.

Rafayel allowed you to guide him, his hand gripping yours tightly, as if afraid you might slip away. As you both settled into the plush cushions of the corner sofa, he let out a sigh, his body relaxing slightly. "You're right," he admitted, leaning back and closing his eyes briefly. "Being close to you already helps." He opened his eyes again, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and longing.

"What can I do to make you feel even better?" I asked softly, squeezing his hand gently.

Rafayel's gaze intensified, his purple eyes darkening with desire. "There's a perfume," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "made from sea herbs. It... affects me. In a good way." He paused, swallowing hard before continuing. "If you wear it, just a little, it might help ease this fire inside me." His fingers tightened around yours, his tone hopeful yet hesitant.

"I think I know the one you mean," I replied with a small smile, remembering the special perfume he loved.

Rafayel's eyes lit up with a mix of anticipation and relief. "You do?" he asked, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Y/n, you have no idea what it means to me that you remember. That scent... it reminds me of home, of us, of every moment we've shared." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "Will you wear it for me?"

"Of course, I'll put some on right away," I said, standing up to fetch the perfume, feeling his eager gaze follow me.

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