( he stops just short of a kiss, and wriothesley searches his gaze, quiet and keen. he's always had the loveliest eyes and the wildest spirit, rafayel, but when all is said and then, and they find themselves in the spaces between words, wriothesley sees him.
older than anything he's ever known, lifetimes of memory and grief locked away with care, hidden behind placid smiles and playful pouts. rafayel is the master of redirection, but this incarnation of his beloved bride is sharper, shrewder, and less wont to let things slip through his fingers. )
Mine. ( he confirms without a shadow of a doubt, thumb smoothing over his bottom lip, slow and thoughtful. inspiration, is it? he can't even begin to imagine what's inspiring about meropide, but he's selfishly pleased that he's found his way here all the same. his other hand comes to cup his cheek, and ah, rafayel is so very, very beautiful in this light, a work of art in the middle of his very functional office. )
You're looking for inspiration here? I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of inspirational things.
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older than anything he's ever known, lifetimes of memory and grief locked away with care, hidden behind placid smiles and playful pouts. rafayel is the master of redirection, but this incarnation of his beloved bride is sharper, shrewder, and less wont to let things slip through his fingers. )
Mine. ( he confirms without a shadow of a doubt, thumb smoothing over his bottom lip, slow and thoughtful. inspiration, is it? he can't even begin to imagine what's inspiring about meropide, but he's selfishly pleased that he's found his way here all the same. his other hand comes to cup his cheek, and ah, rafayel is so very, very beautiful in this light, a work of art in the middle of his very functional office. )
You're looking for inspiration here? I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of inspirational things.