Rafayel was sitting up against the headboard, sketchbook balanced on his knee, hair was an absolute disaster and the marks scattered around his neck that he completely unbothered by it. "Are you drawing me? right now?" "You looked artistically inspiring. Sue me" He didnt even glanced up. Grabbing a pillow and gently tossed it toward his head. He caught it without breaking his stroke, infuriatingly smug "At least let me see" you tried to get a peek "Absolutely not, it's not finished yet. You'll ruin the creative process-" You lunged for the sketchbook. He yanked it out of the reach, laughing and somehow you ended up tangled together again. Both of you breathless from something that wasn't even that funny. "Fine" he said eventually, flipping it around It's you mid laugh, eyes soft, nothing exaggerated or teasing about it for once. "Oh" "Yeah" he tossed the sketchbook aside, pulling you back down against him "Dont let it go to your head" Too late