The blonde opened her mouth to speak but instead all that came out was a winded gasp. She promptly pressed her lips back together, looking at him as though he had dropped right out of the sky and into her lap. Did she really deserve someone who'd say and mean all these things? Could this happiness that she felt with him really belong to her? "Sometimes I wonder if maybe I wrote you to life," Dominique all but murmured to herself but with the comfortable silence in the room the words were his to hear as well. "Like maybe you really aren't real. Just a beautiful figment of my wonderful imagination." It took her a moment to pull herself from the almost trance-liked state he'd seemed to pull her into, nodded absentmindedly, "I would love to read whatever you write. Really," she spoke honestly before a soft snort escaped her as she thought over Raphael's words again, "Even if I end up wanting to take it apart. At least it'll be worthy source material."
Raphael chuckled softly, his fingers brushing her cheek gently as he took in the sweet vulnerability in her words. It hadn't been long ago that gaining soft responses had been practically impossible. He had earned that aloof distance when had unintentionally hardened her heart, and deserved every harsh word Dominique had ever thrown his way.
“A figment of your imagination, hm? Very poetic,” he teased, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips a moment later. “I suppose I am a bit of a dreamboat.” He sighed dramatically, words hanging in the air, infused with an arrogant playfulness that he wore like a second skin. “But who could blame me? It's hard not to be with all this charm and good looks.” He was fully expecting to have some reparation for that comment and he welcomed it.
Though the light banter remained, something shifted gently in his expression and his gaze softened. “Maybe you’re right though. I think you did create this version of me. You challenged me, and made me to see myself through your eyes. My character development... it’s certainly is at least heavily impacted by you. Without your critique I may not have had much of a redeeming arc.” He smiled wryly, almost in quiet acknowledgment of the way she’d shaped him. "You’ve rewritten my story, and I have no intention of letting it end in any kind of sadness. Not for you.”














