Rafayel was a character of intrigue. He was a bit of a brat, always getting what he wanted and whining if he didn’t, but he had a sweet side to him.

As you and him grew closer and eventually became partners, you really started to love him.

He would say that he started to love you too, but that would be a lie. He’s never not loved you.

Rafayel was obsessed with the way you looked. Not in a shallow way, you were just so… beautiful. To a normal person, you looked just like everybody else, but to a lemurian, who could see colors the human mind couldn’t comprehend, you were gorgeous. You had so many hues to you, beautiful ones, ones he’s never seen anywhere else.

Which was exactly why he had to paint you.

He spent months mixing paints to get your colors right. He imported pigments from all over the world, spent a fortune making sure he got it just right.

And now he’s finally prepared them all.

…

Rafayel has been pestering you all day. He insisted you’d be his muse.

Now normally on a busy day like this you’d brush him off, but you could tell that this meant a lot to him.

So you cleared your schedule and got ready.

You two are now sat in his studio’s backyard. He sets his easel up in front of a tree and a bench. He holds your hands as he guides you into the position he wants.

“Sit here.” He says in a soft tone, one he doesn’t use very often.