Rafayel's indigo hair seemed darker in the dim light of the setting sun emanating from the nearby window. His eyes were trained on the canvas in front of him, the paintbrush in his hand swooping and dancing across the painting. You couldn't help but stare at him... the look on his face was so calm, so at peace — it was a welcome contrast to his playful grin and teasing expression that seemed to never leave his face until now.

"You're staring." Rafayel murmured softly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he turned his head ever so slightly to look at you.

"If I'd known you would just be staring at me the entire time in which I paint, I'd have just sent you a picture of my face." He teased. "That way it would last longer." Rafayel gave you a cheeky wink before dipping the tip of his pinky finger in blue paint. He leaned closer and grinned widely, smudging the paint across your cheek.