#raf.thread

Between work and school, Raf found it harder and harder to really dedicate time to his art. He still did it, but that didn’t make it easy. However, he managed to catch a bit of a break. He had no shifts at the coffee shop until the following week, and school was out for the next couple of weeks. Meaning, he had all the time in the world to work on a piece or two. And that was exactly what he did. When he got home from work, he immediately went into his home studio and started to get to work.

It wasn’t until he heard the sound of the front door opening (nearly twelve hours later) that he finally decided to give the canvas he was working on some rest. He peeled off the oversized t-shirt he used for a smock and dropped it next to the stool he sat on. He hopped up onto his feet and stretched his body. It felt so good to finally move his body, he almost forgot why he actually gotten up. But then another sound near the apartment’s entrance was enough to remind him. Turning on his heels, he left the studio and went to find Jeremiah. “Hi.” He chirped, with just a bit too much energy given how late it was —or not, his phone had been face down on a table for hours so he had no idea of the actual time-. And he didn’t bother to think it over too much as he there his arms around the larger male.

It was the first time what felt like years that Raf was able to relax. School had been kicking his ass, and he had been let go from his job of almost eight years. He found one rather quick, but it was also twice the distance from their apartment that his old job was. But none of that mattered in that moment. Ryder dragged up to the roof of their apartment building to watch the sunset, and while at first he had been skeptical— he now regretted ever feeling that way. 

They sat with their legs dangling over the edge, Raf’s nerves almost getting the best of him but he eventually agreed. He leaned against the blond, an arm draped over his shoulders as they overlooked the city. It looked so peaceful and non-chaotic from their point of view. Even as the headlights from the constantly flowing traffic lined the roads, there was a calmness about it. He was tempted to go get his sketchpad and draw it out, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment..

 Instead, he went for taking a picture on his phone to use as a reference later. He looked at the photo for a few moments before his eyes went over to Ryder. Without another thought, he set the phone camera on him and took a picture. “You look really pretty in this lighting. Should do this more often.”