Color Theory - Rafayel x Reader
What if MC was a hobbyist painter?!? I used and modified a few lines from the game! First time writing Raf in a fic-fic, i don’t have his speech pattern down but it comes with practice right?😅
“I don’t get it. How does the colors in your paintings work so well together? I studied the hell out of art theory yet they still don’t look like your works.”
“Start making your own paints.” He answers offhandedly, you stared at him dumbfounded.
“Uh huh, whats the next step?”
“Youre over analyzing it, cutie.”
“But isn’t that what I’m supposed to do? To understand how colors work together?”
“I paint emotions.” He looked at your confused face, giving you a teasing yet sincere smile. “Just like you, colors have emotions too. When you're happy, your eyes have a warm glow. When you're being stubborn, you clench your fists so hard they turn red. I can't see those colors now, but I can feel them with my heart.”
You ponder for a second, biting the ends of the brush. “Hmm, how about the red from your flustered face? I can feel it.”
“I don’t ! You must have mistaken it….I was just sick! That’s why!” Rafayel relied in an exaggerated voice, huffing in the end. You only smile at his reaction, admiring how ‘sick’ his ears became.
“Something is missing.” Rafayel spoke, watching you paint.
You raised your eyebrows. The painting looks pretty complete to you.“What is?”
“Me.” He point at himself, in a matter of fact voice. You threw him a confused look.“You know, your loving boyfriend who you forgot all about?”
You rolled your eyes at his antics.“I love you but I’m not painting you in everything.”
He crossed his arms, giving you a glare. “I thought you loved me.”He pouts, and you resist the urge to pinch his cheeks. ”I guess not - I’m nothing to you. Unworthy to be included-“.
You sighed. “Alright, alright. Drama queen. I’ll add a fish.” You picked up your brush, adding a fish with a heart next to your signature. The corner of his mouth curl slightly. Before it went back to a faux offense after you turn to face him again. “You happy now?”
“That’s better. You should listen to me more.”
His ear reddened at your remark.
Even if he was mostly teasing you, he did feel a little offended. After all, most - if not all of his works has some fragments of you in it.
“Draw me like one of your Lemurian girls.” You asked, while he sketches away on the couch.
“Sure.” Rafayel replied, not even looking up from his sketches. “Now strip.”
Your face reddens. “Im not doing that!”
“Why not?” Rafayel looked up at you, with innocent puppy eyes. “You wanted to be drawn like one of my Lemurian girls.”
You raised your eyebrow, curiosity and jealousy getting the better of you. “How many Lemurian girls have you drawn then.”
He spaced for a couple of seconds. “Too many to count.” Rafayel smirked at your displeased face. “Only in live sketching class. Sooo you’d be my most special model.” He winked at you.
The sound of pencil to paper was all you hear. You posed in front of his canvas. Fully clothed. Which you didn’t know if you should be relieved or disappointed by.
You never seen Rafayel so serious before, you always adored how passionate he looked engross in his work. Though this time his watchful eyes seemed to be picking apart every part of you. You grimaced slightly, worried he might end finding up unsightly. The sound of charcoal again paper stopped and he announced he was done.
“Rafayel…. This is gorgeous.” You stared at his sketch in awe. His sketch captured your likeness and even your flaws, though they didn’t so faulty with his work. “…. But don’t you think it looks too gorgeous?”
He flicked your forehead. “Silly girl. I’m just drawing what I see.”His ear reddened. “Anddd I see a cutie.” He kissed your forehead. “An angel.” He kissed your cheek. “My love.” He kissed your lips.
“Thank you.” You gave him an heartfelt smile, before pulling in him for a more passionate kiss.
Rafayel wishes you could see yourself like how he see you: you’re captivating, much like the sea. When you're quiet, you're like the shimmering surface of the sea. When you laugh, you're like the dancing sea spray... Of course, when you're angry, you're like a storm at sea.