Just pure Rafayel yearning content
Inspired by this artwork by the lovely Neyiarts. Thank you so much for inspiring this piece ❤️
Sunlight seeped inside the studio from the glass wall, casting a soft glow on everything in its path.
Paints were scattered on the floor, paintbrushes lying idle in mismatched jars all over the place.
Streaks of blue, lilac, and gold paint decorated discarded palettes, and in the midst of the colourful chaos stood a magnificent canvas with the portrait of what could only be described as the epitome of beauty.
Powder blue eyes as gorgeous as the ocean.
Soft kissable lips the color of the first blooming rose of the season.
Hair like spun gold glistening in the sunlight.
In front of the portrait sat the artist, one leg propped on the stool’s edge while the other remained splayed on the floor.
Rafayel’s eyes were haunted, lips downturned slightly as he stared at the fruition of his sleepless night. He could still feel the ghost of her lips against his own, and every time he closed his eyes, he could see her standing in the bustling bazaars of Romirro, laughing at something he could no longer recall.
Her laugh haunted his dreams, reminded him of the pain that was still fresh in his heart.
How he longed to reach out to her,
to touch her skin once more,
Feel the warmth beneath it.
He had created her portrait from pure memory, his fingertips lingering on the line of her jaw as memories flitted in and out of his mind.
How much he wished, how much he yearned for her.
Right before his mind could spiral further in the haze of his love for the woman in the portrait, footsteps came echoing in the silence of the room.
“Rafayel!” A scolding voice came from the doorway and his eyes slid sideways, head tilting slightly as he stared at the doorway where, soon enough, she stepped inside with her arms crossed over her chest.
Hair a mess of curls, cheeks still puffy from sleep, and a sleepy scowl on her face, she let out an annoyed sound at the sight of him hunched before a canvas. “Did you stay up again?!” She demanded.
Rafayel blinked, and suddenly he could see her as the woman in his painting. Same gorgeous hair, soft features, kissable lips even when they were pulled in a scowl.
Oh, he realised as his lips slightly quivered in a smile, he had found her once more.
He said nothing, just glanced back at the portrait with the smile still evident on his lips. Upon his lack of response, her scowl lost its ferocity as she glanced at the canvas in curiosity as well, only for her to pause.
Realization dawned, and she walked slowly towards the canvas, fingers gently touching the dried paint. No words needed to be said as she stood next to him, her hand still lingering on the painting. Rafayel’s hand reached out as well, fingers brushing against hers as he pressed his fingertips to the painting as well.
His beloved bride had returned to her rightful place in his heart.
And just like the sunlight that grew brighter on the canvas by the passing seconds, the darkness inside his own heart faded by the presence of the woman by his side.
A/N: long time no see! Hope you enjoyed this little piece and do give the artist some love ❤️ You can find them on Instagram as well! Tags and requests for writings are still open. Do drop a comment for either. Bye bye 👋
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