My various short stories, thoughts and headcannons about Love and Deepspace.
I publish them first in my tumblr blog ( link in bio), then with some delay here as well.
can i ask for a crackfic about Caleb mysteriously coming back to life just for the sole reason of giving the four boys a very terrifying shovel talk? focus more on Raf and Sy pls if it's no trouble
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The moon shines brightly into his bedroom through the glass dome that covers the whole space of the bedroom. Rafayel is wide awake, his messed up sleep schedule makes it impossible once again to sleep together with his beloved bride. Resting on his side, head propped up on one hand the painter watches her sleep. The love of his life dreaming and tossing around in her sleep, disrupted by some adorable snorts here and there as he just stares at her with love-drunk eyes and desperate longing.
Finally, after all these years she's back at his side, back in his bed, and forever in his heart, body, and soul. He couldn't be happier in this moment as a strange sound startles him up. There are auspicious rumblings in the neighboring part of his estate.
High on alert he sneaks out of the proximity of his beloved and on bare feet, only dressed in his pajamas he sneaks quietly into his atelier.
There's a human shadow lingering between his painting and art stuff. With a quick flick of his wrist, Rafayel summons his dagger into his hand and holds it at the height of his shoulder. Elbow towards the intruder he creeps onto the back of his enemy.
With a last jump he intends to pin the manly shadow down to the floor but he falls straight through it and catches his body last second before his nose makes a hurtful greeting with the wooden floor.
"What the? Did you just try to stab me?" comes a male exasperated voice, yelling in the dark.
With an elegant roll to the side and swift hurling to the feet, Rafayel faces the strange intruder again. With a flick of his wrist, some candles burn up, diving the large room in some shaky warm light.
"God damn. There am I back for once only to be stabbed again. Did you know how much I had to bribe that old man that I could be back for one night? Show some respect dude!" the unknown figure laments.
The Lemurian stares at the wobbling half-transparent figure for a second before gathering his senses. He knows this guy but he should be dead, burned to ashes in the house where his beloved once lived.
Showing a relaxed stance he snaps his dagger back with a flick of his wrist. "How would I know that the ghost of her dead brother would pay a visit? You know you are dead, right?" Rafayel scrutinizes the ghost for a few seconds. Yep, looks like a ghost.
"I know I know." Caleb just waves his hand dismissively. "I'm here as the ghost of Christmas or somewhat." the brown-haired rolls his eyes before taking a step closer and scrutinizing the painter's face. "You're not just a mere painter, are you?"
Not giving him an answer Rafayel turns his back to the ghost. "Whatever you want to believe, I don't care." he strolls around to check if his paintings are still in their place. "And Whatever you want, weirdo, don't insist that I'm listening." he waves his hand to dismiss the brown-haired man like a mere insect that bothers him.
