Rafayel

Artist. Whitesand Bay. March 6.

[moartstudio-rafayel]

Welcome cuties.

You’ve found your way into my little corner of the world… whether by accident, curiosity, or something a bit more intentional. I won’t question it. I tend to believe people arrive exactly where they’re meant to… eventually.

This space is a collection of things I couldn’t quite keep to myself… art, thoughts, fragments of moments that felt too vivid to let fade quietly. Some of it will make sense. Some of it won’t. That’s part of the charm.

Stay as long as you like. Leave if you must. Just don’t pretend you felt nothing while you were here.

…Aaaand if you’re the type to linger… good. I like that.

— Rafayel

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[moartstudio-rafayel]

I'm in quite the mood today, Tamino. Come here. Let me see those teeth.

Tamino's gaze flicks toward you, amusement curling slowly at the corner of his mouth. “Quite the mood, huh?” He steps closer, letting you see the sharp points of his teeth as he tilts his head.

He suddenly sinks his teeth into your shoulder, holding the bite before easing off, his breath warm against your skin. When he pulls back, that crooked smile is still there. “There,” he murmurs. “You wanted to see them.”

His fingers lightly brush the spot he just bit. “Careful what you ask for, dear supervisor.”

[moartstudio-rafayel]

Look what I found on sale this honeydew yogurt bottle is the size of your head enjoy

Tamino stares at the bottle, then at you, then back at the bottle. “…That’s absurd.” He takes it from your hands anyway, turning the enormous honeydew yogurt drink over as though checking whether you’ve somehow tricked him.

A slow, pleased smile creeps across his face. “You bought this for me?”He presses the bottle against his cheek. “…You know, Supervisor, I’m starting to think you’re finally learning how to properly take care of your Praedator.”

He pauses, eyes narrowing mischievously. “But if you expect me to share, you’re sorely mistaken.”

[moartstudio-rafayel]

Tamino they said the did testing today are you hurt I brought honeydew yogurt and a first aid kit

Tamino’s gaze dropped to the little first aid kit, then to the honeydew yogurt nestled safely beside it. His mouth twitched. “...You really did bring it.”

He took the yogurt first, naturally, turning the bottle in his hand as though inspecting it for hidden defects. His expression remained characteristically unimpressed, but the slight flick of his ears betrayed him. “Honeydew, too. You remembered.”

He punctured the foil with the straw and took a slow drink before finally looking back at you. “As for the testing...” He shrugged. “I'm fine. Mostly.” His eyes narrowed when he noticed you looking him over. “Don't.”

He stepped closer, catching your wrist before you could start fussing over him. “You get that look whenever you're worried.” Another sip. “It's annoying.” His gaze softened despite the words. “...But I suppose I don't hate it.”

He released your wrist and turned slightly, allowing you a better look at him. There was a faint scrape along his side, partially hidden beneath his shirt, and a darker bruise near his ribs. Tamino sighed. “Fine. You can use the first aid kit.”

He glanced at the yogurt in his hand. “But I'm eating this first.” A tiny, smug smile appeared. “Priorities, dear supervisor.”

[moartstudio-rafayel]

The office was dark and quiet, no one else inside except for the lead detective and what people called her "pet". The soft shuffling of papers was what kept it from being silent. Laurali stood at her desk, clearly looking for something. She turned at the praedator at her side and smiled a little, pulling out a small carton of that same honeydew yogurt drink he liked so much. "To keep you at bay?" She handed it to him only to focus on what she was doing beforehand.

— ★

Tamino stared at the carton in her hand, not taking it just yet. His eyes flicked from the honeydew label to Laurali's face, then back again. The faintest crease appeared between his brows. “To keep me at bay?” He finally plucked it from her fingers, turning the little carton over as though inspecting it for some hidden catch. “That's a terrible way to phrase a peace offering, Supervisor.”

He pierced the straw through the foil with practiced ease, taking a slow sip. His expression softened almost imperceptibly. “...You remembered.”The words came quieter than his usual teasing. Tamino watched her for several seconds, honeydew drink dangling loosely between his fingers, then he leaned against the edge of her desk. “You're busy.”

His gaze drifted over the documents scattered before her, lingering on the names and reports she was trying to organize. He took another sip.“You've been ignoring me for twelve minutes.” A pause. “Thirteen.” He sounded genuinely offended. Tamino narrowed his eyes. “Fourteen.” He pushed himself upright and wandered around the desk, eventually stopping beside her chair. The office remained dim, illuminated only by the desk lamp and the pale glow from the city outside.

He bent slightly, peering at whatever she was reading. “You know, most people give their pets attention when they feed them.” His mouth curved. “Unless you're trying to make me jealous of paperwork.” He reached over, plucked one sheet from the stack, and held it just out of her reach. “Hmm.” His eyes scanned it. “Boring.” Another sheet. “Even more boring.” Another. “Tragic.” He placed them all back in a deliberately crooked pile. “There.” Tamino looked rather pleased with himself. “Much better.”

Only then did he glance down at the half finished yogurt drink in his hand. “...I'll accept this, by the way.” His voice lost some of its playfulness. “The drink.” His gaze settled on her. “Not the pet part. Though…” His fingers lightly tapped the carton. “If you keep buying me this, I might reconsider.”

[moartstudio-rafayel]

"i've heard complaints of you biting people." she clicked her tongue at him, disappointed but not surprised by his shenanigans.

he seems to be on his best behaviour only when she is around.

"y'know, they will put a muzzle on you if you keep misbehaving."

they — drawing a clear line between her and her superiors. not associating with them despite the circumstances she was in. it was as if she was advising him rather than chastising him, as if she herself didn't want to see him with a muzzle on.

Tamino's mouth curled into a lazy, unapologetic smile. “Complaints?” He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Sounds like they're exaggerating. I barely bit them.”

He stepped closer, lowering his voice as though sharing a secret. “But you saying they'll put a muzzle on me…” His gaze lingered on her face. “You make it sound like you don't want that.”

A soft chuckle escaped him. He leaned down just enough to meet her eyes. “Don't worry, supervisor. I only behave when you're around.” His smile sharpened. “So if they want me muzzled, they'd better keep you away from me.”

[intothewaters]

[moartstudio-rafayel]

I trust all is well since we last saw each other, my dear supervisor.

[pangeen]

" Whale Things " // © Brooke Pyke

[moartstudio-rafayel]

// Just saw the trailer for Rafayel’s new myth. Super disappointed… Not what I was expecting at all. I didn’t even get excited one time… 😔

If you like it, no problem. 🫂 There's just something about it that doesn't really interest me, and that's okay. ❤️ Maybe it will grow on me.

[moartstudio-rafayel]

sorri i get thrwn off by timezones, how much time is left 4 fires of devotion

// Around 7-8 hours. 😊 I start the new day at around 8 PM my time. 7 AM EST. It’s currently 11:34 AM on Friday for me.

[muses-in-my-mind]

AU: A Night at the Opera

A Phantom of the Opera inspired au with @moartstudio-rafayel

After relocating to Paris for a long term assignment with the Hunter's Association, Tella tried to make up for her busy schedule by surprising Rafayel every morning with fresh pastries from the cafe down the street. Though he seemed to be content painting and finding inspiration at every street corner, she couldn't help but feel a bit guilty that their time spent together over the past month had been limited to falling asleep in his arms or a gentle good morning kiss.

But today, she had the solution in her hands.

Bounding through the front door of their small flat, her blonde ponytail swayed over her shoulder as she studied the invitation once more.

"Rafayel?!? The Opera House where I went to deal with wanderers a few months ago? They finally completed repairs, and they are having a Masquerade ball to celebrate the reopening. I hear they even put in a new chandelier!!! Do you want to be my date?"

dividers by saradika-graphics

[moartstudio-rafayel]

Rafayel followed your glance toward the laptop, then toward the bedroom. A slow, knowing smile curved across his lips. “Oh?” His thumb brushed over your intertwined fingers, his gaze settling on the ring between them.

“So the great Deepspace Hunter has finally surrendered.” He leaned closer, stealing one lingering kiss before resting his forehead against yours. “Good.” His voice softened. “Because I don’t want your last thought tonight to be a report.” He gently reached past you and closed the laptop completely.

“There. The Phantom can wait.” His gaze returned to you, amusement flickering in his eyes. “And apparently, so can your heroic battle against paperwork.” He lifted your joined hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“You said we have forever, my love.” Another kiss. “Then tonight, let’s actually enjoy the first night of it.” His fingers slipped more securely between yours as he rose, offering you his hand. “Come on.” A playful glint appeared in his eyes. “I’ll escort my fiancée to bed.” Then, with the faintest smirk, “and I promise to behave.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Mostly.”

Rafayel’s smile softened when he saw the battle between your exhaustion and your reluctance to leave his arms. “Oh, no. You don’t get to look at me like that and then pretend you can walk

Before you could protest, one arm slipped beneath your knees and the other wrapped securely around your back. With effortless care, he lifted you from the sofa and settled you against his chest. “There,” he murmured, adjusting you comfortably in his arms. “Much better.”

Your ring caught the warm lamplight as your hand instinctively curled against his shoulder He carried you toward the bedroom. The adrenaline of the evening seemed to finally be giving way to something softer.

Halfway there, he lowered his head. A gentle kiss landed against your temple. Then another along your cheek. And when he reached your neck, his lips lingered there in a series of feather light kisses.

“You know,” he murmured against your skin, “for someone who claimed she had no desire to finish her work…” Another kiss. “…you’ve certainly found a very effective way to distract me from mine.” He carried you the rest of the way, his quiet laughter vibrating against you.

When he reached the bed, he carefully lowered you onto the blankets rather than simply letting you fall, keeping one hand beneath your head until you were comfortable. Then he leaned over you, his hair falling slightly across his forehead.

[moartstudio-rafayel]

Would you and your court be okay with the empress visiting you on your homeworld ive missed you terribly but I can see you have been working hard and id rather you be comfortable while we spend time together

-✨️

You want to visit Murya? You really do know how to make an overworked Sanctarch forget what he was doing.

If you’re coming because you missed me, then I won’t refuse you. The Court can survive without me for a few hours. I’ll make sure they’re aware that your presence is by my invitation, not a matter for them to debate.

And if you’re worried about disturbing me… don’t be. I’d much rather have you here.

Come to Murya, Empress. I’ll show you the parts of my home the Court never sees. We can disappear somewhere quiet, where no one has any reason to call us Your Majesty or Your Quintessence.

Just you and me.

I’ve missed you too. More than I care to admit.

[moartstudio-rafayel]

I laugh, dropping back. 'No, I wasn't worried about poison. I simply wanted a taste of what's yours.'

Honest.

'I will make no promises, then. You'd never believe it if I kept them. But conspiring, that is something I'm well versed in, of course. What are your plans here Your Holiness? Do you hope to sanctify me? Take my soul into your eternal protection? I admit, I know so little. But you sound like you would be willing to teach me, no?'

Rafayel’s brows lift at your honesty, and for a moment, genuine surprise crosses his face, then he laughs softly. “Something that’s mine? You’re rather shameless, aren’t you?”

He settles back, studying you with renewed interest. “As for sanctifying you…” His gaze drifts over you. “No. I don’t think you’re the sort who would willingly kneel before anyone.”

A faint smile curves his lips. “But teach you? Perhaps.” He raises his cup. “Just don’t assume the lesson will be gentle, Your Majesty. You might discover you’re far more interested in my teachings than you expected.”

[moartstudio-rafayel]

'Oh, do,' I say, sitting beside him. Wordlessly, I take the drink from his hand, sip, and give it back. 'Lovely.' I tip him a wink. 'We must check for poison. I'd hate for you to drop dead on my watch. You're far too pretty to be a corpse.'

I lean close. Let them talk. 'There are rumours swirling like strong currents everywhere. Particularly about you.' I cock my head, smile growing wider. 'They say you're a very dangerous man. What serendipity then that I am a very dangerous woman. We'll keep each other honest.'

Rafayel watches you take his drink with an expression of mild disbelief, though the faint curve of his lips betrays his amusement. “Bold.”

His gaze drops briefly to the cup before returning to you. “Though if you were truly worried about poison, you wouldn't have taken the first sip yourself.”

At your whispered words, his expression turns quieter. His eyes linger on yours. “Dangerous woman.” He leans closer, voice lowering to match yours. “Then perhaps the rumors have done me a favor.”

“Just remember, Your Majesty… dangerous people make terrible promises.” His smile sharpens. “But excellent conspirators.”

[moartstudio-rafayel]

'So I'm not sure how to address you. I'm afraid I'm not one for ceremony or religion particularly, though I do respect your position. You're just a bit of an unknown quantity to me for this reason. I hope I haven't caused offence.'

I bow my head slightly in deference.

'Instead, I hope you'll settle for talking with me over food and drink? Don't worry. I don't want to know your secrets unless you feel like being conspiratorial.' I offer a sly little smile that says we are in cahoots.

Rafayel's lips curl faintly, amusement flickering beneath his composed expression. “Unknown quantity? How cautious of you.” He gestures toward the seat beside him, his gaze lingering on your sly smile.

“Fortunately, I have little interest in forcing anyone to kneel before me. Ceremony is tedious, and faith is hardly improved by empty performances.” He pours himself a drink, then raises an eyebrow.

“Food and conversation, then. As for being conspiratorial…” A quiet, knowing smile touches his lips. “Be careful what you offer, Your Majesty. I may take you seriously.”

[moartstudio-rafayel]

*knocks on your door* Professor, I bought back some of the french books you loaned me

The door opens after a moment, revealing Rafayel leaning against the frame, arms folded. His eyes immediately drop to the stack of books in your hands. “Hmm? So you finally decided to return my precious books.”

He reaches for them, but pauses just before taking the stack, giving you a scrutinizing look. “Wait. Did you actually read them, or did you merely carry them around your room long enough to convince yourself that counts as studying?”

A faint, teasing smile tugs at his lips. “Come in. I suppose I should inspect the books for signs of mistreatment. They’ve been away from their rightful owner for far too long.” He takes the books from you carefully, glancing over their spines before looking back at you. “And if you tell me you enjoyed them, I might even forgive you for keeping them overdue.”

“Alors… dis-moi. Qu’as-tu pensé de ces livres ?” (So… tell me. What did you think of these books?) His eyes narrow playfully. “Lequel as-tu préféré ? Et pourquoi ?” (Which one did you prefer? And why?) He pauses, watching your expression with the unmistakable look of a professor testing his student.

“Et surtout… as-tu vraiment tout lu, ou est-ce que tu prétends seulement l’avoir fait ?” (And most importantly… have you really read everything, or are you just pretending to have?) A small smirk appears. “Réponds-moi en français, s’il te plaît. Je veux savoir si mes livres t’ont réellement appris quelque chose.” (Please answer me in French. I want to know if my books have actually taught you anything)