#idk the difference

Rafayel always keeps his favorite pencil close, tucked between deep purple strands, holding up his long hair in a messy bun.

After all, inspiration often comes unpredictably. Sometimes it's a specific shell on his long walks by the beach or a cloud mirrored in the water. Most of the time, it's the sound of your laugh and the way the sunset paints your face in vivid rays of pinks and purples. Whenever he is struck by a random bolt of inspiration, he grabs the pencil, hair falling majestically like waves over his shoulders.

Rafayel pulls out his sketchbook and takes your hand, guiding you to sit down with him in the sand. Your eyes drift across the shoreline, following a seagull soaring overhead.

"Cutie, turn your head a little. Yeah. Just hold still for a bit." He directs, getting you into a pose that allows the light to hit your face just right.

Ocean waves lap at your feet as you watch Rafayel carefully capture your expression. Making eye contact with you multiple times, he makes a few marks before erasing them and looking back up at you. The sunset reflects in his irises as he studies your facial features. His gaze is so intense that it takes your breath away.

"Hm. Nervous? You're blushing."

"What? No I'm not."

"Yes you are cutie~ Don't worry. I'm almost done." Deeply concentrated, his tongue pokes out a little, just past his lips. The adorable way he furrows his brows causes you to giggle.

"Wait- don't move! No! Stop that!" You can't help it. His frustration causes you to crack and burst out laughing.

You're very grateful for Rafayel’s stupid pencil.