You got a call from rafayel early in the morning that he wanted you to come by the art salon today. It wasn’t unusual for him to call you on random days given how clingy he gets. So, you got up from bed and got ready for the day. Upon arriving at the studio you found him sitting on a stool painting in a canvas. The light from his stained glass windows reflecting on him making him look.. ethereal.
“Goodmorning, rafayel. Why’d you need me to come over so early?” You placed your bag down and approached him.
He looked at you and smiled. “Come here, cutie. I’ve been having an art block and i really need an inspiration.” He gestured you over.
As you came in contact with him he pulled you by your waist to sit in his left thigh as he painted. You looked at his canvas and found a painting of you. “Is that me?” You asked.
He nodded and rubbed your back softly. “Do you seriously think i’d paint anyone else? I think your dress is too plain in it. Care to give me some ideas?” He lent the paintbrush to you.