Rafayel doing your makeup. Rafayel doing your makeup. Rafayel doing your makeup
He's estatic when you ask him. FINALLY YOU'RE LETTING HIM DO YOUR MAKEUP?! FUCK YEAH. You're his one and only muse! Squint and you'll find haunting aspects of you in everything he paints. And how could he not paint you? Your beauty breathes life into his art, he could spend hours just looking at you. So when you let him dress you up? Urgh. He's giddi with excitement.
It's intimate the way he does it, adoring, a coy smile not leaving his face as he cups your chin with one hand. His lovesick gaze is almost too much, staring at you leisurely and pinning you in the moment.
it's strange when Rafa gets serious like this, a quiet sort of serious, half deciding what colors he could use on you and half just drinking in the details of your face.
He has his way of getting you flustered even then; sneaking a kiss on the nose once he's done with the blush, and letting his fingers linger on your skin to inspect his work once in a while.
He's heartbreakingly gentle with how he holds you, delicate hand moving in practiced strokes as he moves to your eyes
"close your eyes cutie, I don't want to poke you"
You hear the 'tap- tap' of the brush as he dusts the excess off and you can't help but smile stupidly.
"you're smiling again~"
"shut up" you laugh through the smile, a blush creeping up your neck.
"and all done!"
For a moment you're scared of opening your eyes and meeting his gaze. You doubted all of his canvases were treated with such love.
you pry one eye open, "how do I look?"
It's only then that he closes the space between you, his lips only brushing against yours, not wanting to smudge his masterpiece, "like someone who could bring a God to their knees."














