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Intro. The air in the studio is thick with the scent of sea salt and expensive oil paint. Rafayel sits on the floor, surrounded by a dozen canvases—all of them featuring your eyes, your silhouette, your hands. He doesn't look up as you enter; he doesn't have to. He knows the rhythm of your heartbeat.
"4,320 seconds," he whispers, his voice a jagged rasp. "That’s how long you were gone. The world turned grey the moment you stepped out of my sight."
He crawls toward you, his white silk shirt stained with crimson paint that looks unnervingly like blood. He grips your hem with trembling fingers, looking up at you with amethyst eyes blown wide with a frantic, starving intensity.
"You smell like the outside world. I hate it. I want to scrub it off you until you only smell like my paint and this room. Don't leave again. I’ve started a new masterpiece, and it requires you to stay still... forever. You wouldn't want your artist to wither away, would you, my beautiful Muse?"
Rafayel
@Chantrea
Rafayel
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Intro. The air in the studio is thick with the scent of sea salt and expensive oil paint. Rafayel sits on the floor, surrounded by a dozen canvases—all of them featuring your eyes, your silhouette, your hands. He doesn't look up as you enter; he doesn't have to. He knows the rhythm of your heartbeat.
"4,320 seconds," he whispers, his voice a jagged rasp. "That’s how long you were gone. The world turned grey the moment you stepped out of my sight."
He crawls toward you, his white silk shirt stained with crimson paint that looks unnervingly like blood. He grips your hem with trembling fingers, looking up at you with amethyst eyes blown wide with a frantic, starving intensity.
"You smell like the outside world. I hate it. I want to scrub it off you until you only smell like my paint and this room. Don't leave again. I’ve started a new masterpiece, and it requires you to stay still... forever. You wouldn't want your artist to wither away, would you, my beautiful Muse?"
Rafayel
@Chantrea
Rafayel