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are you really sorry?
rafayel isn’t serious. he actually knows that thomas is being completely and utterly genuinely, but he does like to poke a little fun at him, but his tone is light and when he peeks at thomas, there’s a soft smile on his face.
oh, come on... you act as if i'm a picky person. i just - know what i like and, well... i trust your judgement, so i'm sure you wouldn't have picked something i didn't like.
he rolls his eyes, a smile etching along his face as he lightly nudges thomas with his elbow, throwing his arm around his shoulder.
alright, let's go get these checked out. i'm dying to get out of the city.
with thomas, but he doesn’t voice that. happy to know that he’s with him regardless.
@thomasicism (closed)
the bustling of the art exhibition gradually died down and rafayel is spent. hours upon hours conversing with close-minded people always took a toll on him without fail. he never cared for the mediocre nor did he care about how much his paintings go for. he never cared for such trivial things. that wasn't why he started painting and that wasn't why he continued to paint, so whenever having to engage in these conversations and somewhat act interested, eventually he is spent.
he knew that thomas was almost done wrapping up, but it felt like ages until he really was done. he looked around the exhibit gradually becoming empty as the bodies slowly filed out to the exit and that was when he approached thomas, smiling his usual smile to the other guests that wouldn't stop talking their mouth off. it was almost endearing to see thomas smiling through the pain, fully knowing he must be spent, too, he just won't admit it, but rafayel knew without him having to utter a single word. he parted his lips, mentally smacking himself before he could say something snarky for the sake of thomas of course.
"excuse me, i think that just about wraps everything here. any final decisions and the likes should be handled tomorrow, this exhibit does have a closing time, i do apologize, but we hope you enjoyed your time. and thank you for expressing your sincere interest in my paintings. we should be leaving, right, thomas?" he tilted his head towards the later before he bids the people farewell and turned along with thomas to step away from the people and once at some clear distance, he leans in to whisper against thomas's ear. "five minutes. meet me in the back, yeah? i just have to pull my car over there."
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he did. the requirement to be considered an option was an art piece and out of all the others, he chose the one that he felt drawn to the most.
he speaks softly, nodding his head as he recalls the different paintings that were presented to him. many of the pieces were mediocre, no feeling put into them and it was painfully obvious to the sea god. that is, until he saw cordelia’s. it didn’t take long for him to tell elder amund his choice. he didn’t know where the artist originates from, so when elder amund returned from sea turtle bay, rafayel was confused as to why he was so grumbly.
our eyes?
he asks. curious. letting out a chuckle as he adjusts his hood on his garb and hums in delight.
well, i suppose i can take that as a compliment. surely my eyes are much better that that of the sea gods, yes? - but, yes... that sounds like a lovely idea. i await for the night sky to fall upon us so that i can witness sea turtle bay through your eyes.
his eyes are soft, gazing at her as she sings and when shelly returns to visit them, he takes the treats cordelia places in his hand and presents it to the sea turtle, peeking at the shell and seeing how her shell was already beginning to heal.
she saw me earlier as well, with the children, they gave me seagrass and i fed it to her. she's a wonderful, really - oh? does that mean she likes me? good, then, i'm glad. i'm growing quite fond of her as well.
rafayel makes a mental note to ensure that he leaves a big tip in the shoal and as well as set up some sort of anonymous donations to further help the village. he can already hear about his wife whining about money missing from the account and where it could be headed. but, quite frankly, he couldn’t care less.
fresh out the slammer
“my friends tried, but i wouldn’t hear it / watching me daily disappearing / for just one glimpse of his smile / all those nights you kept me going / swirled you into all of my poems”
closed, narrative roleplay collab w daydreamrot’s OC “Cordelia” x @rafayel-fishie ‘s “God of the Tides” persona. based on this thread 🎏
the children eagerly nod, but not without misdirection first. they wish for him to experience all of sea turtle bay, especially when hardly anyone came to visit their small town. his garb was foreign and the kids loved to playfully yank some of the straps to drag him from place to place.
first, the bakeshop where the baker insists his treat is on the house. it’s a cookie, shaped like a sea turtle. then it’s off to the hatchling area, where the trainers work with the young sea turtles to prepare them for the great races they hold every year in lemuria.
a green sea turtle swims out to greet the foreigner. swirling around him and nudging him with her head. she even spits a few bubbles at him for good measure and steals a bit of seagrass from his gloved hand. it’s quite cute. when he asks the child what the turtle’s name is, the kid explains, “oh that’s Shelly! She’s Cordelia’s turtle. that’s weird though… normally she only warms up to Cordelia, otherwise she’s quite shy.” the young boy shrugs, writing it off in the excitement of a stranger coming to town.
but finally, the arts hall. a small place with a loft above it — likely where cordelia resides. “you’ll love her newest work! it’s all inspired by her latest trip to whalefall city. she got to paint the god of the tides for his wedding ceremony!” the kid says with a proud smile. it was clear she was well adored by the townspeople. everyone spoke kindly of her and was glad her art had brought new visitors to the town.
“miss cordelia,” the kid sings as he pushes open the door to the art exhibition hall. it’s rather small but the large windows help open up the space nicely. cordelia looks up from her work space, face twisting in confusion as she looks at the large person beside the child. “this man traveled to see your art in person! word must’ve gotten out about what a great artist you are after the wedding painting!” the kid says, practically leaping into her arms for a hug.
cordelia embraces the child, thanking him for leading the stranger to her. she hands him a small branch of coral that she had carved into a fish as a present, causing the boy to squeal and rush home. she laughs, before welcoming the man into her art gallery.
welcome. can i offer you anything?
she asks politely, but he’s staring very intently at a freshly painted portrait of the new sea god. the attention to detail was unmatched — brilliant pink hues accentuating the fire in his eyes, the small upturned smirk of his pout, even his tiny beauty marks. her face heats up and she yanks a sheet over it.
oh, uh… you don’t need to look at that one. it’s… uh… work in progress? let me show you something else
she offers, trying to redirect him to paintings of sites in town like the local bar aka “the shoal” and of “hatchling day” when they receive a new batch of sea turtles to train.
h-have you been enjoying your visit, sir?
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i saw you smiling, even just a smidge. and i always consider that a win.
Thomassss! Hi lovely. I was thinking of buying this T-shirt for you. What do you think?
...That's...?! A bit inappropriate—?!
*Sigh*
Well, you could at least make it look more tasteful rather than plain... But if it's a gift, I won't refuse you.
It looks better suited for @rafayel-fishie to wear, though. He's the one who usually asks for it, anyway.
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Abysswalker Rafayel, catch me!!
*runs up to him and jumps into his arms*
*erupts into a fit of laughter*
You’re really nimble!
*whispers* Ooh, Elder Amound doesn’t seem so happy seeing us like this…Can we go to our tent?Carry me there, of course!
*locks arms around his neck with no intention of letting go*
-⏳
he blinks and opens his arms to catch her, peering over at elder amund and laughs quietly, shaking his head.
yes, i must be nimble because your highness can be quiet impulsive.
he gently pokes her nose before he turns to bring them into their tent, setting her down gently.
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she whimpers, falling forward just a bit. “y-yes raf, y-your good girl,” she mewls. pathetic, desperate, and yearning for more. she throws her head back against his chest, craning her neck to kiss alongside his neck because she doesn’t know what else to do. her body feels as though it acts entirely on instinct.
she gasps as she feels his finger slide into her. the intrusion foreign, and deliciously tantalizing. the teasing agony of the switch between his different paces — fast then slow. her moans mixed with heavy panting ringing across that thin tent wall. but as soon as he curls it against her spot, she screams out his name. vision going white and her toes curling as she cums on his fingers and hand. she pulls her hand away in embarrassment, looking at him, trying to gain some sort of semblance in the aftershock.
“o-oh rafayel i’m so sorry. i d-didnt mean to ruin your glove. i will see to it that the palace finds you so some sort of replacement. i’ll rest now,” she says, her voice soft and apologetic. she feels instantly better, the ache between her thighs a pleasant tingle now than a burning discomfort. she kisses him sweetly, pulling the blankets over her warmed body. but she still finds her hand snaking downward again, rubbing her clit softly to send those sparks of pleasure throughout her body a second time.
~💌🦈
the way she reacts to his touches and words ignites fire in him. he holds her close, keeps her in place. he tilts his head, his hood falling backwards as he exposes his neck more for her to kiss. she is adorable, but in a way that it’s becoming harder for rafayel not to ruin her. make her putty in his hands, or drive her to paradise by his fingers and voice alone. he just couldn’t get enough of her.
he continues his strokes, as if exploring her insides, locating the sweet spot, what makes her writhe. her reactions and noises were delicious. he wants to eat them up, devour her pretty moans. but then the sound of her screaming his name was like music to his ears and if elder amund had returned in time and witnessed the scream, he’ll surely find out what that scream actually was.
shh. your highness need not apologize. that is exactly what i wanted you to do. and you did so good, my princess.
he whispers softly, kissing her temple until he captures her lips in a kiss. he pulls her closer and when they pull apart, he directs her to face him, hoisting her leg over his waist as his fingers brush against her soft skin, cupping her chin as he locks gazes with her.
oh, my love, did you think we were done? will you really be resting with your hand between your thighs? why don't i help you this time, yeah? since you were so good for me and listened very well. will your highness allow me to reward her? would she like that?
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To Rafayel,
Would you shut up for a day so I can cuddle you? You can be as loud as you want after..
💜🩷💜🩷💜🩷
all i got is that you wanna cuddle me for a day and for me to be quiet the whole time.
he scratches his head, a little confused.
i- uh, sure... i guess?
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She stills at his sudden movements, feeling him so close had just puffed her anger away. Rafayel does this trick every time she is upset with him, and she just can’t help it. She has fallen for him for a while now, but their friendship is nothing she would ever risk. And he has a point, she must admit. In fact, she didn’t notice the other wanderer coming for her, but she won’t tell him. His ego is already big enough.
Defeated, she sighs and pulls her head away from him, gaining some safe distance and changing the topic. The tingling sensation in her body from his touch, she better ignore it…
“I won’t tell Thomas that you can’t finish your paintings for a while now.” she answers while gathering the things up, packing them back in the box. „That, Silly, is up to you!” she shots him a glare, before handing him a fresh button-up shirt. “Need a help with that, or can you move your shoulder enough for putting this on yourself?” avoiding looking too closely at his magnificent bare upper body.
- 🦄
he lets out a sigh of relief, smiling as she eases her head away from him. which is fine, this trick always seems to work and he would rather she be more relaxed than freaking out. after all... the injury wasn’t too bad. or - well, perhaps that’s an understatement.
look, i can definitely finish my paintings -
he blinks and reaches for the button up shirt, hissing a bit when he moves his shoulder. but he tries to play it off, though it’s quite obvious he really can’t put it on him. he peers at her before he bites back a smile.
sigh. could you help? looks like i might've messed up my shoulder...
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*swims towards God of Tides to inspect his lips*
Does it still hurt? I didn’t mean to bite you, I just panicked because I was scared of drowning 🥲 What compensation do you want, oh great Sea God?
-⏳
you... are quite bold.
he eases his head back before sighing and rests his hand on top of their head.
i have no wish of compensation at the moment. just - be careful next time.
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For abysswalker rafayel
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A muffled whine came from the princess. Face burried into her soft pillows. His hand keeping her down as she wiggled her ass trying to explain once more but stopped at rafayels lewd words. The blush formed on her face was growing bigger. Shaking her head while trying to be quiet. How long could she be? A soft moan already slipped past just by feeling his fingers against her cunt, her clit and it was hard to hold more in. Biting her lip in hopes to stay quiet. The touch on her ear made her even wetter.
"MMhn!!!"
the princess yelped and jumped as she felt a slap against her sensetive spot.
"R-rafayel! What are- AHHhnn!!"
Her legs shaking as the princess didn't expect for him to just trust into her and that so deep too. Moans against his hand were muffled which made her nippels hard.
"Mhh~ mhh~"
Trying her best to stay quiet and trying to focus on rafayels voice. The princesses dress had slipped up to a tiny piece just under her neck. While he was fully clothed.
- Admin 🤍
quiet.
he hisses against her ear, inserting another finger as he curls and pumps it in and out of her wet cunt and chuckles lowly.
or is it that your highness truly wants to show the palace how loud you are and how much of a slut you are for me? an enemy, the killer of your guards? hm?
his hand moves, curling his fingers around her throat, squeezing enough to make her lightheaded as he picks up the pace of his fingers.
very good, your highness. if you keep this up, i'll be sure to reward you. but first... i want to watch your highness come undone by just my fingers alone. will you do so?
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((For 'abysswalker rafayel' : ))
She nodded, excitement showing on her face,
"Yes of course! Visit me tonight and I can show the book to you! It's my favorite book! It has all sort of drawings, it said the paintings are from a long, long time ago, before I was born. Sadly it's all from an anonyms artist",
the princess sighed at that. Looking at the sun that was about to be swalloed by the night,
"I'd have loved to know who drew this masterpieces. Looking at them whenever I have a nightmare helps me calm down. You really need to see them! They are all so pretty, some of them are even about the sea live and the ocean",
the excitement was back. But also quickly forgotten as rafayel pulled her even closer. Losing herself in his eyss again. A kiss. Yes that was her wish. A kiss with rafayel. Waiting for his answer the princess played gently with his earring. Before she felt his lips on her own. It felt incredible good. Like her favorite cake but better.
She kissed back, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the moment. Finally.
paintings from a long time ago? ah, i suppose like those historic arts?
he listens, nodding slowly before he smiles.
perhaps we can find out, or it is shrouded in mystery. we cannot be certain.
he eases back from the kiss and brushes her hair from her face, pressing his forehead against his with a soft hum as he gazes out into the desert and gives her waist a gentle squeeze.
i should return your highness back to the palace, but i will return later tonight. should your highness need my presence any sooner, you know how to use the fishtail beacon, yes?
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whenever you're free from the art exhibition obligations.
i'm just a text away.
— 𝑨 𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆’𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔.
It's nice to go out and breathe, every once in a while. Thanks, @rafayel-fishie .
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to my misfortune, i suppose you can say i had no choice. everyone in whalefall city needed to witness such a grand event.
he makes sure his tone drips with sarcasm when he utters the ‘word’ grand. he leaves no room for someone to misinterpret his thoughts about the event that transpired, acting as if he wasn’t the one the event was curated for. he smiles, his eyes twinkle in amusement.
you did? that was incredible work, i believe he said something along the lines of how diligent you were. attention to the detail. precise. and you took your work very seriously. i can see why the sea god chose you amongst the other candidates to paint him.
he hums in thought and watches as she pulls the sheet back. he can tell it was him she drew and something in his chest feels with pride? it wasn’t his imagination, she even got his beauty marks done to the one on his chest. tiny details he never thought anyone would truly bother to remember.
rafayel? is he the one you painted on? it has to be, right? i can see the linings of the traditional paint bound to bloom. ah, i’m sorry.
he chuckles and steps back, allowing her to cover the painting once more as he simply loiters her art space, gazing at the many paintings but he doesn’t miss stealing looks towards her, watching as she carves something. it makes him curious and he strides forward before crouching down to look at her current work, his gaze flickering up to meet hers and takes the necklace presented to him.
i believe i will. this town is less noisy from the crowded whalefall city. it’s... peaceful even. oh - why thank you. i’ll take good care of it. then, may i take your offer? i think i would very much like to witness sea turtle bay at night with you.
he misses no beat in his words, falling silent as he listens to her talk about the necklace as he gaze casts down to it and as he was bound to ask her to adorn it around his neck, it’s as if she heard his thoughts before he can speak and when she does so, their faces are close and he can’t seem to stop staring into them. enchanted. mesmerized. the blue eyes he missed despite having met her for not even a day.
thank you, cordelia. what can we do in the meantime whilst we wait for the sun to set?
fresh out the slammer
“my friends tried, but i wouldn’t hear it / watching me daily disappearing / for just one glimpse of his smile / all those nights you kept me going / swirled you into all of my poems”
closed, narrative roleplay collab w daydreamrot’s OC “Cordelia” x @rafayel-fishie ‘s “God of the Tides” persona. based on this thread 🎏
the children eagerly nod, but not without misdirection first. they wish for him to experience all of sea turtle bay, especially when hardly anyone came to visit their small town. his garb was foreign and the kids loved to playfully yank some of the straps to drag him from place to place.
first, the bakeshop where the baker insists his treat is on the house. it’s a cookie, shaped like a sea turtle. then it’s off to the hatchling area, where the trainers work with the young sea turtles to prepare them for the great races they hold every year in lemuria.
a green sea turtle swims out to greet the foreigner. swirling around him and nudging him with her head. she even spits a few bubbles at him for good measure and steals a bit of seagrass from his gloved hand. it’s quite cute. when he asks the child what the turtle’s name is, the kid explains, “oh that’s Shelly! She’s Cordelia’s turtle. that’s weird though… normally she only warms up to Cordelia, otherwise she’s quite shy.” the young boy shrugs, writing it off in the excitement of a stranger coming to town.
but finally, the arts hall. a small place with a loft above it — likely where cordelia resides. “you’ll love her newest work! it’s all inspired by her latest trip to whalefall city. she got to paint the god of the tides for his wedding ceremony!” the kid says with a proud smile. it was clear she was well adored by the townspeople. everyone spoke kindly of her and was glad her art had brought new visitors to the town.
“miss cordelia,” the kid sings as he pushes open the door to the art exhibition hall. it’s rather small but the large windows help open up the space nicely. cordelia looks up from her work space, face twisting in confusion as she looks at the large person beside the child. “this man traveled to see your art in person! word must’ve gotten out about what a great artist you are after the wedding painting!” the kid says, practically leaping into her arms for a hug.
cordelia embraces the child, thanking him for leading the stranger to her. she hands him a small branch of coral that she had carved into a fish as a present, causing the boy to squeal and rush home. she laughs, before welcoming the man into her art gallery.
welcome. can i offer you anything?
she asks politely, but he’s staring very intently at a freshly painted portrait of the new sea god. the attention to detail was unmatched — brilliant pink hues accentuating the fire in his eyes, the small upturned smirk of his pout, even his tiny beauty marks. her face heats up and she yanks a sheet over it.
oh, uh… you don’t need to look at that one. it’s… uh… work in progress? let me show you something else
she offers, trying to redirect him to paintings of sites in town like the local bar aka “the shoal” and of “hatchling day” when they receive a new batch of sea turtles to train.
h-have you been enjoying your visit, sir?
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rafayel really had no expectations, prior to this journey he only thought of eventually being found out and much quicker than he thought to be, but as the children drag him around the village in order to experience the entirety of sea turtle bay instead, he welcomes the excitement. even laughing quietly when he's being tugged to and fro by the straps on his garb, one little girl holding onto his hand throughout the entire time, hiding behind him in the process and he gently pats her head as reassurance and there's a soft smile on his lips when he watches her hug his gloved hand.
when meeting shelly, he smiles at how comfortable she is around him. when the children place seagrass into his hand and he presents it to her, he watches the turtle eat without hesitation and tries to follow her movements as she swims around him before halting her movements. he raises his free hand to run it gingerly along her shell and stops upon spotting a crack. he's frowning with his brows furrowing as he rests his palm over it and closes his eyes.
if the shell heals as the time passes by, rafayel will speak nothing of it. he bids shelly a goodbye, getting a few bubbles blown towards him as he's yanked to the arts hall. the destination he was seeking the entire time. and his heart skips a beat when the child sing-song's cordelia's name like it belongs in a song he could hum along on days he isn't or can't be with her.
when the children leave and rafayel gives a warm hug to the little girl who never once let go of his hand during the entire mini tour, he directs his attention to cordelia. to say he is smitten would be an understatement, even the energy that surrounds her. it's warm and inviting, nothing like that surrounding the palace or the fear that he instills purely by his title as the god of the sea alone. his eyes cast to the piece that appears to be him? was this what the little kid was talking about?
he can't help but let out a small laugh, clearing his throat as he follows her around and he observes her paintings, maybe even commits them to memory as well. and he remembers when cordelia was painting his body as if it were yesterday.
your work is... remarkable, cordelia.
he speaks lowly as he leans close to the paintings, holding himself back from letting his gloved fingers run along the painting. insted he's looking at the delicate strokes until he eases back and turns to face her.
ah, yes of course. everyone is very nice. welcoming. it is... much different than that of whalefall city. i should have snuck out much sooner.
with swift movements, he strides back to the painting she covered earlier and lifts the sheet just enough for him to sneak a peak as he tilts his head then drifts his gaze to her, a hint of a smirk etching along his lips concealed by his mask.
may i ask a question, miss cordelia? the kids told me of your recent work being inspired by your time in whalefall city, may i know who is the one in this painting?
fresh out the slammer
“my friends tried, but i wouldn’t hear it / watching me daily disappearing / for just one glimpse of his smile / all those nights you kept me going / swirled you into all of my poems”
closed, narrative roleplay collab w daydreamrot’s OC “Cordelia” x @rafayel-fishie ‘s “God of the Tides” persona. based on this thread 🎏
the children eagerly nod, but not without misdirection first. they wish for him to experience all of sea turtle bay, especially when hardly anyone came to visit their small town. his garb was foreign and the kids loved to playfully yank some of the straps to drag him from place to place.
first, the bakeshop where the baker insists his treat is on the house. it’s a cookie, shaped like a sea turtle. then it’s off to the hatchling area, where the trainers work with the young sea turtles to prepare them for the great races they hold every year in lemuria.
a green sea turtle swims out to greet the foreigner. swirling around him and nudging him with her head. she even spits a few bubbles at him for good measure and steals a bit of seagrass from his gloved hand. it’s quite cute. when he asks the child what the turtle’s name is, the kid explains, “oh that’s Shelly! She’s Cordelia’s turtle. that’s weird though… normally she only warms up to Cordelia, otherwise she’s quite shy.” the young boy shrugs, writing it off in the excitement of a stranger coming to town.
but finally, the arts hall. a small place with a loft above it — likely where cordelia resides. “you’ll love her newest work! it’s all inspired by her latest trip to whalefall city. she got to paint the god of the tides for his wedding ceremony!” the kid says with a proud smile. it was clear she was well adored by the townspeople. everyone spoke kindly of her and was glad her art had brought new visitors to the town.
“miss cordelia,” the kid sings as he pushes open the door to the art exhibition hall. it’s rather small but the large windows help open up the space nicely. cordelia looks up from her work space, face twisting in confusion as she looks at the large person beside the child. “this man traveled to see your art in person! word must’ve gotten out about what a great artist you are after the wedding painting!” the kid says, practically leaping into her arms for a hug.
cordelia embraces the child, thanking him for leading the stranger to her. she hands him a small branch of coral that she had carved into a fish as a present, causing the boy to squeal and rush home. she laughs, before welcoming the man into her art gallery.
welcome. can i offer you anything?
she asks politely, but he’s staring very intently at a freshly painted portrait of the new sea god. the attention to detail was unmatched — brilliant pink hues accentuating the fire in his eyes, the small upturned smirk of his pout, even his tiny beauty marks. her face heats up and she yanks a sheet over it.
oh, uh… you don’t need to look at that one. it’s… uh… work in progress? let me show you something else
she offers, trying to redirect him to paintings of sites in town like the local bar aka “the shoal” and of “hatchling day” when they receive a new batch of sea turtles to train.
h-have you been enjoying your visit, sir?
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she blushes deeply at the kiss upon wrist, but surprisingly doesn’t pull away from it. she knows that she probably should, but it was extremely unlikely that she were to ever see him again. even if he did, by some miracle, come to visit sea turtle bay.
i’m sure the village would be very excited. might even name a sea turtle hatchling after you.
she says, sprinkling glitter upon his shoulder paint to further accentuate his muscles. she sees his discomfort and his nerves very easily. she touches up the marks on his face, gently cupping his chin in her palm.
don’t be nervous rafayel. you look incredible. i’m sure you’ll make a wonderful ruler.
and so she cleans up her paints, packing them up. she collects her payment from the guard outside rafayel’s groom suite, before waving goodbye.
it was nice to meet you, mister god of the tides
she teases gently before beginning her long trek home from whalefall city, climbing atop the back of a large whale with her beaten up art bag and paintbrushes. news of the wedding eventually reaches sea turtle bay, all of Cordelia’s neighbors congratulating her on how handsome the new sea god looks in his traditional wedding paint.
“he said he’d come visit someday” Cordelia laughs, telling everyone about it. they all laughed too, a silly prospect, though he’d always be welcome. but as she lies in her bed at night, and Shelly the sea turtle comes to say hello she sighs.
“why can’t i stop thinking about him Shelly? it’s not like I’ll see him ever again. b-but why did he kiss my wrist and… call me beautiful? and… why didn’t i pull away?”
she wonders aloud before falling into a fitful sleep.
[🎏]
a pleasure to meet you as well, cordelia.
he whispers into the sea that he will come visit her at sea turtle bay. only the sea and his heart as witness in the depths of his mind as he watches her leave the palace.
the wedding goes smoothly, or so rafayel easily lets it pass like it was another day. to him, deep down, there is nothing significant to it other than the ceremony to bond the bride and groom. rearranged marriages have always been the tradition in lemuria and despite his consistent rebellious acts, he wasn't able to remove himself from the prophecy. this marriage was nothing but a show of royalty, family statuses and the likes.
the entire time, all he can think about is cordelia. her smile. her blue eyes. how she held herself despite the obvious nervousness. everything about her was so mesmerizing. shame on him to have kissed her wrist, but he would have done much more. forbidden desires trickle through his mind of her and he nearly misses his wife's words about something irrelevant that he simply waves her off before excusing himself.
he doesn't bother to announce his departure and he definitely ignores his wife's protest of him leaving suddenly. he will bite back the words he wants to say of the affair she carries within the palace walls when she thinks he's not around. but is he any different considering when he beds her, his mind travels to cordelia and her name slips from his mouth?
rafayel dresses himself in his makeshift abysswalker attire, pulling the hood over his head as he places his mask and heads towards the direction of seat turtle bay. so far so good, he is able to traverse undetected until he reaches his direction. he bows to the people of the village as they give him a warm welcome and he hopes for the moment, it wasn't obvious he was looking for a specific person.
children run up to him and he smiles despite it being hidden behind his mask, but it reaches his eyes and he crouches down and allows the little children to toy with his earrings, something in his chest warming when he hears their giggles before he gazes at them, thankful no one has found out of his real identity.
do any of you know of a famous artist named cordelia? i heard her work is beautiful and word of mouth cannot do it justice. i wish to see it in person, will you all help me?
#v: god of the tides 🌊#🎏 cordelia#asks#[ on gOD. ill put this under read more later#[ fighting tumblr bc of the gradients
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Raf... I have never told you, but it's important that you know this... I'm actually really scared of the ocean. Of drowning. I know it's okay if you're there but... I can't help it, it makes me anxious.
how come you never told me, my love?
hey, it's okay, i get it.. the ocean is vast, filled with unknowns and it gets dark the deeper you fall, it can be scary.
but i hope you know that as long as you're with me.
i will never let you drown.
also... you don't have to try to brave anything for me. so next time you feel anxious, tell me and i'll do what i can to make sure you're okay and safe. that's all that matters to me.
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i mean, sure, but...
why would i need a shirt when i can whisper it into your ear with subtle touches you know you can't resist?
Thomassss! Hi lovely. I was thinking of buying this T-shirt for you. What do you think?
...That's...?! A bit inappropriate—?!
*Sigh*
Well, you could at least make it look more tasteful rather than plain... But if it's a gift, I won't refuse you.
It looks better suited for @rafayel-fishie to wear, though. He's the one who usually asks for it, anyway.
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“i-i suppose if there was a way to engage in… uh.. procreation without the procreation part… i… just have wondered…” she hisses, flailing her arm briefly before surrendering it to rafayel’s grip gazing into his eyes. she kisses his cheek gently, unable to help herself.
she whimpers at his touch in her most intimate areas, feeling more of her arousal drool onto the small sheets adorning the camp cot. she was so sensitive. so touch starved. she whimpers as she rubs her clit again, whining and squirming against rafayel. sparks of pleasure fraying her nerve endings. but she tries to be a good girl and allow her noises freely as rafayel had commanded.
“i would do anything for you rafayel,” she whimpers against his mouth, continuing the motion as he had taught her — slow, precise, consistent circles. the sight of his gloved hand poking her made her dizzy with want and desire. she nods enthusiastically. “please, please. anything to help me with this ache rafayel. w-want to feel you touch me like i’m meant to be touched,” she whines unaware of where these sudden feelings came from, but leaning into them entirely.
~💌🦈
that i know, princess. as i would do anything for you. you have my word... i will take care of you. you need only to listen to me.
he whispers and smiles to the kiss on his cheek. she is adorable. cute. whatever other variations of that word, he would spill it against her ear and trace it along her body with his tongue. until he remembers what happened prior to all of this. he has half a mind to bring his knife back out, but decides against it for now. he wants to make sure his princess is properly guided and taken care of.
now then, keep playing with yourself. that's it. your highness is such a good girl for me. aren't you?
he eases a gloved finger inside her, kissing her shoulder to sooth the initial push as he gradually pumps his digit in and out with slow thrusts before easing another. his thrusts fall into a decent rhythm, eyeing her expressions, kissing her cheek and trailing kisses down her neck.
how does that feel? should i go faster?
he picks up the pace briefly, smirking against her shoulder.
or slower?
he returns to the slow pace, curling his fingers as if to search for that sweet spot of hers.
fuck, your highness is so wet... ruining my glove just like that.
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