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Rafayel likes to dance around the topic.
When Thomas badgers him about this next exhibition he’s sure he’s three works behind, it’s much more fun to push the deadlines to prove he’s the real deal of the show.
When Percy happily enjoys the cat life more than he does, despite not being able to consume the same as the cat, it’s always amusing to have Percy work for the fish crackers than simply baby it by feeding directly.
When Wanderers are under the unfortunate circumstance of encountering him, Rafayel finds entertainment in the faces and expressions they make while burning to their slow but sure death. Everything is better when he bides his time for a sure victory(or a feeling similar to it, at least.)
It doesn’t work with you, he figures out soon enough. Even in the eight hundred years of mere thoughts and no tangible proof of you, when the eras have changed and so have you, Rafayel cannot bide his time. Not when relationships work both ways.
If he makes you wait, you never even notice. Working on the frontlines proves your attention is elsewhere, with Rafayel having no choice but to walk his way to your line of vision. Adjusting. Not something he’d do for anyone.
But you’re not just anyone.
Rafayel likes to dance around the topic—unless the topic is you.