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Jealous Rafayel

A/N: This started as jealously headcanons than became something else, lol.

Has two sides. The immediate more obvious, dramatic reaction is the one you are most used do. More like, it’s what you see on an almost daily basis. Rafayel basks in your attention. It’s like seeing the sun on a cloudy day, or feeling it’s warmth as a ship comes close to shore. One always notices the presence and loss of the sun, and Rafayel finds himself in continuous orbit around you.

There is also desperation painfully laced in this response. A question wondering how much time does he have left in this life? When would he see you next? These are questions that hang over his head and subject him to the agony of being a powerless god. So forgive him for his numerous gimmicks to veer your attention towards him. It not about knowing one another. It on creating those moments where it just feels like only the 2 of you exist in the world, like you’re the only 2 stars in the sky, because one day, there will be only one star. And he doesn’t want it to be. He doesn’t want to bear your loss anymore. So he clings on, each time reminding himself that you’re still here.

He's not particular on whether it’s your work or another person who is taking your time. They’re all evil demons that have him dramatically flailing because woe betide the young man who suffers the loss of love. If your try to console him, he’ll playfully scoff and shove you off claiming to not be second choice. If you cater to him, he’ll sigh and supposes he’ll accept your love. If you shrug and walk away, he’s chasing after you. It’s one thing to be jealous. It’s another to be alone in your jealousy.

But it’s all fun and games. His words are all bluffs intended to capture your attention on any excuse. Afterall, who wouldn’t want to hold onto the sun after lifetimes of darkness? But when you allow your priorities to consume you. When the time away from him is more than the time spent with him, that’s when Rafayel’s true jealousy comes out. Despite his temperament, Rafayel’s negative emotions do not flare out as easily as his positive emotions. Sarcasm and wit are as far as he gets, and even then, he keeps a light tone. Negative emotions coils around him, slowly, slowly twisting until it seeps out.

His voice cuts you like an ice shard. This time, he looks right at you, eyes so dark you cannot find their original colour. He uses everything at his disposal to his advantage. Leaning over you, he speaks in a sharp quiet voice. He’s direct in his accusations and tells you upfront that he doesn’t like what’s happening. Despite his anger and demeanour, deep down Rafayel is worried. He doesn’t trust easily, especially not humans, and though he knows not to treat you the same as other humans, he can’t help but notice patterns. When those patterns appear to be heading down paths he’s traversed too many times, he panics. He should trust you. Why did he trust you? He knows you won’t hurt him. But too many humans have said the same and done worse. You love him. Love is a dangerous word in the human realm. Such conflicting thoughts run amok in his head as he listens to you.

The truth is, Rafayel doesn’t really know what sort of life he wants with you. You both never made it far enough to even think about that. And now, when it finally seems like the universe is giving you both a chance, to see if being ripped apart because of your own priorities frustrates him. A part of him doesn’t want you or this human life. He wants Lemuria and Lemurians. Yet the moment that thought runs through his head, he laughs bitterly to himself because he knows that even if he’d manage to achieve that, he’d still not be satisfied. What was the point of such an accomplishment if there was no sun to bless them?

When Rafayel truly gets jealous it’s a reality check for both of you. For him it’s a reminder that you both made it this far. The path ahead has not been carved yet, there is still a chance. That he should still hope and fight because after centuries. Being with you feels is comforting, familiar, like wearing a glove. You both just slip back in each other’s lives as if you’ve never been apart. But what really shakes him is how accustomed he’d become to your loss. He’s spent too many years without you than with you. And he doesn’t know if he should let your in or let you go.

But when you talk to him. When you hold his face and call his name, he realizes that you are currently here, beside him, willingly. That you won’t abandon him. And while trusting you is still too hard for Rafayel, he knows that you are willing to protect whatever he does trust you with. So he apologizes, immediately, mumbling half-coherent reasons into your shoulder. He’s emotionally drained and just wants to be near you. He would prefer taking a nap, but is also okay doing something together or separately, just so long as he can feel you beside him.

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thinking about beach times with rafayel with a lover who loves the sea just as much as him.

rafayel who observes his beloved as they stroll through the sea shore as you pick up ocean trinkets – shells, sea glass, little washed up corals and colourful rocks. every found treasure is put into a little net bag for you to show off to him later, reminding him of lemurian kids who would proudly display to their parents their lucky finds of treasures from nearby shipwrecks.

rafayel who finds your enthusiasm of the sea endearing, amused by the way your eyes light up whenever he invites you over to celebrate a sea creature's birthday, because that would mean that you both would be underwater for it. your eyes would sparkle with wonder as it sweep over the aquatic world, fascinated by the vivid colours of corals and fishes nearby.

rafayel who would paint you views of sunsets in places he's been to where he thinks the colours look the most vibrant and the sky soothing. he recalls of a time when you looked out on his window, admiring the intermingling colours of the sky as the salty breeze sweeps over ever so slightly, the temperature dropping as the evening nears. he watches your face as the sun sets down, and whenever he's alone in the studio and the sky dances in different hues, he's reminded of the look of quiet appreciation on your face.

rafayel who's darling loves the water as much as he does, toes always dipping in the cold water of the shores as the waves lap up on your feet. the way you seem to be a natural in it, unafraid of swimming into the bottom with him and even venturing out too far whenever you get too enraptured with sight-seeing by the reef. you're lucky he knows his way around the undersea, and he's lucky that you're not a great swimmer as much as he is in case you decide to wander off again to who-knows-where.

rafayel who always fulfils your request to him singing ballads in lemurian, weaving into the air sweet melodies of his people as you both sway to the rhythm of the hammock he set up outside, knowing how much you love settling there. his heart soars when you ask him to teach you how to sing in his tongue, eager to know and understand his culture better.

rafayel who loves the healthy glow of your sun-kissed skin whenever you take beach strolls with him or play out in the water for too long. he loves the tan lines left behind, tracing over them gently and kissing them.

rafayel who loves the sight of your beach-themed room. collections of shells made use as decor, corals and rocks framed on your wall along with various starfishes scattered... even those handcrafted jellyfish lights and paper mached manta rays you stuck on your ceiling. and the next time he comes around, you and him paint an underwater mural with the sea creatures you like.

rafayel who adores your scent after a long day at the beach. the sea's saline scent clings to you paired with your own natural fragrance, making his nerves light on fire at the combination that he can't help but kiss you and give himself a small taste. you smell wonderfully like home.

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the fandom experience is seeing someone make a joke that twists your blorbo's characterization for comedic purposes and not saying anything because you know its just a joke and you don't want to be a killjoy but also knowing this kind of thing definitely influences unironic depictions of the blorbo so you just stand there like that meme of the guy with his lips pursed and his veins popping

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Pros of re-reading your own fic

a good time;

Has exactly the tropes you like and the characterization you want to read;

Gratification: yes you did finish a thing and yes you did do good;

just a very fun time all around.

Cons of re-reading your own fic:

Is that another TYpO

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Between Flowers and Tangles | P x reader

I thought of a line of thought that P wants to woo the reader and that one form of wooing is to give flowers; the problem is that they didn't explain to him what kind of flora and fauna should be given as a gift as a bouquet and he does things like:

On his first attempt, P arrived at the hotel with an entire tree that he had uprooted from some random place. He held it with both hands, smiling proudly, while Gemini is desperately trying not to laugh.

Determined to improve, Pinocchio chose to collect flowers and herbs, not knowing that some were poisonous. He unintentionally caused a slight allergy to the reader, prompting him to apologize profusely.

On a third try, P decided that twigs with small leaves and spider webs were a safer option. At least, they weren't poisoun, he thought to himself.

He immersed himself in books, trying to figure out what he should include in a bouquet. After a crossroads between chaos and Krat's destruction, he found a small, but living, flower.

Very carefully, he plucked the flower from the ground and placed it in his bag, trying to protect it as if it were a valuable treasure, ready to carry it safely back to the hotel.

Upon arriving at the hotel, clumsily but gently, he handed the small flower to the reader. The next morning, a pot with the same flower appeared in the reader's room.

He saw the flower in the reader's bedroom, and felt the gears of his heart beating at full speed. So he decided to bring them little flowers little by little. Although it was a difficult and tedious task, every time he saw the reader's sweet smile, he knew it was worth it.

Sometimes, Pinocchio added small stones of curious shapes that he found in his travels. Although they were not flowers, they had some charm.

Little by little, the reader's room was filled with small pots of flowers (which miraculously survived in Krat), giving a touch of life and color to the place. All carefully attended to with the love and affection of a certain human.

Each flower was Pinocchio's silent way of expressing his love and devotion. Because, although he did not know how to express his feelings in words, his mechanical heart was full of love to give.

The hotel residents used to smile when they saw P return covered in dirt and mud, but with a spark of excitement in his eyes when he brought new flowers. Although Gemini wasn't so pleased that his lamp got dirty in the process.

But he wanted to do something bigger. So he gathered a considerable amount of flowers and, with the help of Gemini, he tried to put together a bouquet. Gemini, with a mixture of patience and desperation, suggested that he decorate it with a ribbon or wrap it in paper. "No, Pinocchio, we can't add metal parts or a weapon, much less Spring!"

With the bouquet in his hand, Pinocchio walked excitedly towards the reader's room. He knocked on the door and hid the bouquet behind his back. The reader received it with a smile, and Pinocchio, with a gesture full of tenderness, revealed the beautiful bouquet that he had made with so much effort.

Seeing the blush and happiness on the reader's face, He knew that everything had been worth it. Just as he was about to leave, he felt the reader's soft caress on his cheek and a chaste kiss on the lips that left him completely stunned, his circuits almost shorted out.

The only witnesses of that magical kiss were the charming flowers, pampered with such dedication, and of course, Gemini, who, although accidental, was the third wheel in that romantic moment.

But, being a Gemini, he couldn't resist the temptation and muttered shamelessly: "If you need a mood lamp for more romance, just let me know, I'll be here… with the spotlight off, of course."

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Language of the flowers of each Banner:

First Banner: White Rose: Purity and Loveliness. Second Banner: Honeysuckle Azalea: Ties of Love. Third Banner: Satin Flower, Lunaria: Admiration.

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“when she saw that Rafayel as she knew is not here at that moment, she still trusted him and their bond. She still loved him. Their bond never lost its power. And that's how she was able to bring him back”

I love this line! So beautifully put!

And I love the theory that MC bonded with Rafayel and she wasn’t supposed to. Maybe that’s part of the reason why he still gets shocked that she wants him. I mean who would choose someone over the Sea God. Ooooh him being angry at MC for giving her heart to the wrong person is so cool! So much to work with! When Rafayel rejects MC’s heart in previous memories, it makes so much sense! Perhaps he’s preventing the Sea God from laying claim to it, and MC dying of course.

And I love your theory about his eyes!!! It makes so much sense. But also, because it’s half pink, half blue, it’s kind of like he’s half god, half Lemurian, and neither at the same time. It really adds to his isolated position!!

I’m still trying to understand the little fish more because in the myth story, it guides MC away from Rafayel and he seemed upset by that, but I didn’t understand why if the fish is supposed to represent him.

Going off of the previous theories

If the Rafayel loosing himself in becoming a full god is true, then that makes the “will you love me no matter what I become” line so much more tragic.

Also, what is MC betrayed Lemuria because she refused to accept the sea god because Rafayel was gone??

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My lil meow meow 🥹🤏🏻💕

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He drew MC 😭

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Walkie-Talkies

Lies of P Modern AU

Continuation of Lift Friends. Please read for this to make sense.

His father was visiting again, and by the noise, it was clear that the family was once again in a state of tension. Standing in your balcony, you could hear angry muffles. It was not the father, Geppetto. No, from what you heard and experienced, that man was not one to easily loose his temper. Though you never met her in person, somehow you knew the voice belonged to Eugenie, P’s younger sister. You remembered the face from the numerous photo frames that hung around the house. That’s right, you accepted the offer for tea and found yourself in a large house cramped with warmth and stuff, so much stuff. Tea and biscuits were served atop a book-ridden table. Practice dummies replaced sculptures. Machinery littered the floors. The walls were chock-full of art, diagrams, to-do lists, and photos. A random grand piano rested in the living room, and somewhere you spotted a cat slinking about. Nothing in the house was devoid of personality. Most nights, you could hear piano, tinkering, mewls, and laughter ricocheting out of the apartment up to your balcony. But tonight, you just heard silence and anger.

“That family’s got a lot of trouble,” you neighbour Lorenzini Venigni said as he looked down his balcony. He then stood up, sighed, and turned to you.

“Don’t judge them too harshly, they’ve been through a lot”

“Oh, I wasn’t,” you trailed off, not sure what you wanted to say. What could you say? It was technically none of your business.

“I hope their neighbours won’t complain,” you murmured.

“Oh no one will complain in this complex,” Lorenzini said with confidence.

At your quizzical gaze, he explained, “That family owns a lot, including this complex”. He laughed. “Practically everyone here works for them or is somehow connected to them, even if they don’t want to be”.

Then he turned to you, thoughtful. “Except you, that is”.

“You seem to know them well”.

Lorenzini shrugged and spoke noncommittally. “Friend of a friend. That sort of thing, you know? Business alloys”. He chuckled at his own joke, then continued in a somber tone. “They are good people. Especially the boy. Remember that”.

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Stupid Lorenzini with his stupid comment. It’s not that you disbelieved him. No, far from it. You saw from your lift conversations that P and Sophia were drained from their father’s visit, and you felt useless because you felt their wall. It wasn’t your business. Just be patient. Just do nothing. It drove you mad. So here you stood on your balcony with a fake potted plant. The pot was hollow inside. You just hoped P would be smart enough to open the pot. It was a stupid idea, but you didn’t know what else to do. You never asked for their number. Never though you’d need it until this moment.

Down the plant went until it hung within height reach. When you met P the next day, you would tell him to go to the balcony.

Day 1:

You pulled up the pot and underneath the fake plant you found the empty sweets and chip bags, along with a note. It only had a smiley face on it. You stuck it onto your fridge.

Day 2:

Another empty pot and this time, along with the smiley face, you received a note. Sorry for Gepootto. Though you never saw P’s handwriting, something told you your communication scheme was busted by Eugenie. There was also the doodle of a dancing mannequin.

Day 3:

With now two people to console, you got a bigger pot and hung their tidbits of thanks upon your fridge.

Day 6:

A new note joined the duo. Most appreciated ___.

Day 7:

You got a bigger pot.

Day 10:

A small note with a cat paw print joined the trio. Spring says Hi!

Day 11:

You got a bucket. By this point you were delivering nightly grocery goodies, and to avoid alerting Geppetto, the siblings would take turns going to the balcony, quietly gathering everyone’s items and storing it away for later. In return, they filled the bucket with numerous treasures. Notes of thanks. Doodles. Books. Questions. Paragraph answers to questions you sent each other. Paper games, and whatever else that hands could quickly grab.

There was a relish in disobeying their father. More importantly, there was affection. The house had grown cold with their father’s arrival. They no longer dwelled in their home, laughing and sharing tea over books while music played through open windows. Now everyone shut themselves into their rooms and only came out for work. Even Spring holed up with Eugenie. Meals were scarcely shared. Only if Geppetto requested it would a meal be made, and even then, there was a specified meal and set time to eat. Life became routine, and the bucket felt like the last haven. A storage spot for their rebellion.

Day 17:

As you were dropping the bucket down for the night, you heard loud shouts. They were getting closer to the balcony. You hesitated and stopped dropping the bucket.

“You cannot take her!” Eugenie’s cry came loud through the balcony.

You briefly glimpsed the girl before she ran back in, Spring tightly wrapped in her arms.

“That cat is a distraction. I will not have it ruin your studies. Obey your father and hand her over. You clearly cannot handle the responsibility”.

Geppetto’s cold voice crawled up the balcony and your arm shook, remembering the cold eyes and callus remark he threw at you. Inadequate. The bucket rattled against the brick wall.

“Easy there,” a familiar voice called out. “Don’t want to alert the old man to your heist”.

Lorenzini stepped out onto his balcony, phone in hand. He was focused on texting someone, but he glanced up with a conspiratorial smile.  Your neighbour asked you to wait a moment, that things would calm down and it would be safe to lower the bucket again. You appreciated his support, but you would have waited all night for P and his siblings to receive their bucket. Time passed, and while you heard a door being shut, nothing could stop both you and Lorenzini from hearing Eugenie’s sobs. Soon a familiar face appeared at the balcony. P stood against the edge, peering up to your floor. Spring was in his hand.

Instinctively, you understood what he wanted and dumped the contents of the bucket out. Lowering the bucket, you waited for P to place Spring into the bucket before gently pulling it back up, watching as P’s hands lingered on the bucket. His face never stopped looking up at yours.

Day 19:

You cursed yourself at the mistake you made. Noticing P, alone, at the lift, you couldn’t help but murmur that everything was okay, hoping he’d get the hint. But P wasn’t alone.

“Oh, it’s you again,” Geppetto’s voice came, jolting you away from P. “Really now, I thought I told you to stay away from my family.

P, who was looking down, now turned towards you, confused.

The lift doors opened and Geppetto prodded P forward. He then stopped at the doors, baring you from entering with his arm.

You took the stairs.

Day 20:

The bucket was cut from the string. Three siblings stood around the bucket. Their father stood near the bucket’s hiding spot with scissors in his hand. He was looking up, at you.

“Despite my warning, you continue to spread your vagrant behaviour on my children”. His eyes narrowed, as if recalling something. “You leave me with no choice. I shall have to take drastic actions”.

Protests came from Eugenie and Sophia. P’s hands were clenched, but he looked down at the floor.

“I presume my rebellious daughter here has managed to squirrel away her cat to you. It is not yours. I paid for it”.

“She was a stray,” Eugenie spat.

“And who paid the vet bills and made sure she had food?”

Anger flashed through Eugenie. Once, she adored her father. Looked up to him and aspired to become a great engineer like him. Over time, she realized how little her dreams meant to him, and the image crumpled. Suddenly her every achievement became transactions. Food and lodging for academic merit and achievements. Spring was the only anomaly, for the cat loved, and loved unconditionally. That’s why she left, only to realize her siblings were equally chained to their father.

Geppetto stared at his three children. They would have to face repercussions for such disobedience. He looked back at you and an idea formed.

“This apartment complex falls under my company. I can evict those I do not consider good prospects. You,” he said point with his scissors, “are inadequate”.

P’s face snapped to his father’s face, and for the first time in a long time, Sophia saw genuine anger in her brother’s eyes. Their father had missed the gaze, but Sophia remembered the events all too well.

Ah. What a time for you to wake up, Pinocchio.

Day 21:

Loud shouts were heard today. You hear genuine anger in Geppetto’s voice. In fear of what might happen to Spring, you sent her over to Lorenzini. Now even if Geppetto shoved you out, you knew the cat would be safe.

A sharp knock came at your door.

You exhaled, straightened your posture, and confidentially opened the door.

Blue eyes and chestnut hair greeted you.

“Can I stay over?” P signed.

Would you let him?

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Going off of the previous theories

If the Rafayel loosing himself in becoming a full god is true, then that makes the “will you love me no matter what I become” line so much more tragic.

Also, what is MC betrayed Lemuria because she refused to accept the sea god because Rafayel was gone??

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Ooooh, I always considered MC being the one that gets hurt, and it never occurred to me that Rafayel would cease to be in becoming a full god....

Hold on, new theory!

So, what if during the rite, MC realized that the Rafayel she knew would cease to be and that the Sea God would come into existence. To prevent that from happening, she did or said something that caused the rite to fail. The Lemurians don't know what happened because it's not in the tome or someone removed that bit, but MC took the blame, the "betrayal", and the Sea God cursed MC to forget everything and be a witch in the abyss?? Cut to however much time later and Rafayel comes to witchMC and frees her at the cost of his life, and we get this story.

Maybe the reason why Rafayel says in the recent arch that their story is doomed is because he knows that they will always lose each other when he becomes a full god. Maybe the god needs a human devotee for the rite because he needs the emotion of love? Devotion and love weave in and out in Rafayel's story, so I wouldn't be surprised if there is commentary on how love and devotion and one and the same. Maybe Rafayel and MC are doomed to fall in love, but once the sea god emerges, the vessel becomes a part of the sea god and the human is cast off / killed?? Maybe that's why Rafayel values every moment with MC and yearns to constantly be around her. He's not clingy, he's doomed to only a few months, maybe years with her. The only way to make it last longer is through this reincarnation misery, but each time she forgets, so they can never really reunite long enough before time is up again. Their love is doomed in 2 ways. The first due to time, and the second because they are always sacrificing (and thus, hurting) themselves so that the other may live. Maybe that's why he's so desperate to rewrite the story and break the cycle.

And I agree, Rafayel is a distrusting person. What I mean was that he is not so open with his distrust. Like he acts shady and asks indirect questions. He reads people amazingly well. It's only really with the MC that he bluntly asks her questions on whether she would hurt him and such, which if you think about it, you do need to trust someone well enough to ask them such questions directly. It's a really good narrative technique to show that despite his distrust and distant personality, Rafayel does trust the MC the most out of everyone in his life. But I find a difference between the questions he asks that test MC, and the moments of intense emotions where it almost feels like it's not Rafayel asking, but someone else. It's still Rafayel and still his thoughts and emotions, but almost like there is an increased pressure to express them quite unlike his usual methods. The reason why I said it's the sea god is because of the latest chapter where we immediately feel the intensity of the sea god. I hope that makes sense.

Of course, this theory has a lot of holes

If Rafayel knows he'll die when the sea god awakens, why does he go through with it, especially in the latest chapter? Does he still intend to die? (He probably has an ace up his sleeve, but what's his plan for MC?)

Still don't know how his bond with her works because it literally broke whatever hold the sea god had, and it remains intact despite all their rebirths.

I understand why Rafayel is so distrustful, and he has a right to be. But also, if he has all his memories then he would know that the MC never once betrayed or hurt him, so why then does he question her so much. I feel there is more to this distrust.

I keep seeing people saying MC betrayed Rafayel in the past, but I don't understand??? Where?? When??

MC offered her heart when he asked for it. He was the one who refused to accept.

MC was banished to abyss with no memories and made the potion because she thought he was going to drink it. But he made MC drink.

Even when he erased their bond, she remembered and found him again.

So whyyy??? When was the betrayal?? I'm really asking cause I don't get it, did I miss something? Are we reading the same thing?? I think neither MC nor Rafayel ever betrayed the other??

Also, the same thing with the resentment. Where is the Rafayel resents MC is coming from?? Rafayel's resentment looks more like towards his duty as the sea god and the responsibilities that were put on him from the moment he was born. Not towards MC??? He put up a wall not because he's angry at her but because he knows everything will be against them and maybe if she stays away from him she can be happy??

He wants her to remember him because he loves her, but also he doesn't want her to remember because what if she blames herself, what if she's still willing to die for his behalf. He thinks she must be the one who resent him, so why is she trying to get close, why is she acting so naive?

What is all these slander?????

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Ive been mulling over this too.

There’s so much we don’t know about their relationship and what happened in the hundreds of years. We only know 3 or 3 4 past memories and some might be in the same lifetime

It’s still not clear why Rafayel needs a human for the ceremony where he becomes a full god or something. And then of course his distrusting and secretive character.

I have 2 theories that are intertwined. First, I think Rafayel is something of a vessel for the sea god. Something for the god to reside in so that he can hve a physical presence. Not sure why Rafayel was chosen or how he came to be. But, Rafayel is not fully the sea god and the sea god is not fully Rafayel. Maybe because something went wrong during the rite or that’s just how it always is. I think painting and being sassy are Rafayel’s characteristics, and i think the anger and distrust are the sea god’s. They are joined together kind of, so they’re thoughts and emotions mix. And I think the latest story arch shows that because Rafayel was warning MC before the sea god came out, and the first thing he emotes is anger.

My second theory is that MC and Rafayel were trying to protect and save one another and either they unintentionally hurt or betrayed each other, OR, their actions caused the Lemurians to get hurt and that of course caused the sea god’s anger.

So when we see Rafayel be suddenly distrustful or spiteful, I thin it’s the sea god’s anger being voiced through a lover’s voice, as if the lover knows the anger is unjustified but has to comply to a stronger force

I keep seeing people saying MC betrayed Rafayel in the past, but I don't understand??? Where?? When??

MC offered her heart when he asked for it. He was the one who refused to accept.

MC was banished to abyss with no memories and made the potion because she thought he was going to drink it. But he made MC drink.

Even when he erased their bond, she remembered and found him again.

So whyyy??? When was the betrayal?? I'm really asking cause I don't get it, did I miss something? Are we reading the same thing?? I think neither MC nor Rafayel ever betrayed the other??

Also, the same thing with the resentment. Where is the Rafayel resents MC is coming from?? Rafayel's resentment looks more like towards his duty as the sea god and the responsibilities that were put on him from the moment he was born. Not towards MC??? He put up a wall not because he's angry at her but because he knows everything will be against them and maybe if she stays away from him she can be happy??

He wants her to remember him because he loves her, but also he doesn't want her to remember because what if she blames herself, what if she's still willing to die for his behalf. He thinks she must be the one who resent him, so why is she trying to get close, why is she acting so naive?

What is all these slander?????

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How am I supposed to let him go 🥺

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