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Raphael is reading Tav's diary. And Tav likes Raphael terribly as her new patron.

Tav was about to go to bed, just like her roommate Korilla, when a note appeared right in front of the girl's face, calling her to Raphael. She cast a questioning glance at her mentor, which only made her spread her hands, it's not every day that the master calls at such a late hour. Tav considered for a while whether she should dress in a more appropriate look, but since there were no additional instructions, she went to Raphael right in long white pajamas.

The invitation took her to the boudoir, where Raphael was sitting in his diabolical form at a dressing table, and a short banquette stood at a distance from him.

The prepared scene

Flashed through Tav's mind. Perhaps her should not rush and wait for her to be offered a seat. She kept her distance from Raphael but stood behind him to see him in the mirror.

"Lord Raphael, you called me"

"That's right, honey, you and I need to talk about something."

Tav is surprised by the unexpected treatment and continues.

"And what do you want to talk about?"

"About yours... written work"

Thoughts slowly run through the sleepy head of Tav.

"Written work... Do you mean reports to you? I wrote them based on Korilla's samples, but I do not exclude that I might have missed something."

"No, there is something more interesting here."

The girl's eyes walk around the room, but Raphael does not see understanding in them and continues his planned script.

"Maybe this will refresh your memory." an open notebook appeared in his hand, "I will quote. My new master is so handsome. I love watching him at work, and any expression on his face is awe-inspiring. Even when he shows irritation and anger, his wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth seem perfectly sculpted, like on a majestic statue. And the wonderful shade of his skin causes a taste of honey on the tongue."

Tav realized from the first words that this was her diary, and in the course of his speech, a storm of feelings fought in her, but mostly shame and embarrassment. Her body also struggled, she wanted to hide her face and shrink into an inconspicuous ball. Raphael usually did not tolerate unnecessary movements, but the informal subject of conversation seemed to allow her to do so, especially since he was not looking at her, and she was not told to look at him.

Towards the end of the quote, she was sitting on a well-placed banquette, resting her elbows on her knees and covering her maroon face with her hands.

Raphael finished his speech, he slammed the notebook shut and it disappeared in a cloud of fiery sparks. Looking cunningly at the reflection, he lowered his wing so that he could see Tav.

"I see you all remember, don't you?"

The girl realized that she couldn't hide anymore and needed to answer.

"Yes, it's from my diary,"

Tav straightened up for an answer and began to straighten her hair.

"That's great. You know, I am honored by your writing talent, but I want to tell you that it is a very bad idea to record my affairs, clients and your assignments in your diary, I would like it to be more confidential information. Do you understand everything?"

Tav quickly recovered from the change of conversation to a more serious one. Trying to calm her excitement by saying that I haven't written anything about Raphael's deals yet.

"Yes, Master, I understand everything. No working information..."

She hesitated so as not to call it her diary or even worse personal notes, as if indicating her dissatisfaction with his interference. "... on paper."

"Okay, I'll count on your discretion"

Tav breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the subject of the dialogue was over and she could return to the room and try to forget this shame is in a dream. But Raphael had other plans.

"As for the topics of your letter... It gave me great pleasure."

Tav's hopes were dashed when he continued, and the blush began to return to her face.

"I would like to know what your thoughts are about my current form."

The girl's eyes widen and her heart beats faster, as if at the behest of a spell and a snap of her fingers. Maybe she just misheard?

Tav clears his throat, "Excuse me?"

"You can hear everything perfectly. What can you say about the devil's form?"

The girl swallows and realizes that there is no option to escape. She catches a thought where she recently described her experiences about this form and begins to hesitantly voice them.

"Well... your skin is the color of ripe cherries, matching your fragrance. And your face seems more elongated, partly because of the horns, I suppose. Your horns..." Tav's thoughts unfold freely, and his gaze stops looking for salvation in the floor and begins to examine the devil. "I think I've already memorized their shape, but every time they seem so beautiful, I highlight something new. At the base they are quite massive and diverge in different directions, this gives you a formidable appearance, reflects the rough nature and strength. I suppose that's what most devils need from their horns, but you have something more. Then they stretch upwards, become thinner and more elegant, but their spines retain a frightening appearance. And the small horns look like twigs of a tree and lazily repeat the shape of the big ones."

Raphael listens attentively and his gaze in the mirror moves from his reflection to Tav, which makes her hide her eyes, but desperately wants to continue.

"And your wings. I like that they hang loosely behind your back and when you stand they already reach the floor. They seem so heavy, although if their task is to grant flight, surely this is not so. I suppose they are very strong, that's why you have such a wide back..." Tav pulled herself away, entering dangerous reasoning territory and clasped her hands in her lap. "And there's a claw on top. You can also forget about him against the background of a soft red wing, but he looks quite menacing."

"What is the conclusion of your speech, little mouse?"

Tav was glad that this part of the interrogation was over, but the answer to a new question threatened to slip off her tongue. I love you

"You are very beautiful, lord"

"And the other conclusion?"

I love you

"Um... you've done a great job of creating an image."

I love you!!!

"Okay, so be it. And the last question. Am I really that old in your eyes?"

Tav was discouraged by this unexpected question.

"Not at all, Raphael," She was even afraid that he thought so, because it could be taken as an insult. "I didn't mean it that way."

Raphael picks up a small jar of cream from the edge of the table. And Tav stops his excuses by watching his actions.

How he gently takes the cream on the pad of his finger and applies it to his face with massage movements.

He walks all over his face at a relaxed pace while Tav awkwardly shifts from one foot to the other behind his back.

"Come to me"

His voice snaps her out of her thoughts and she goes to the side of the chair, he in turn turns to her. Finally, they look at each other in a straight line, and not through a mirror.

"Have you washed your face?"

"Yes"

Tav looks confused as Raphael does not remove the cream, but on the contrary takes a little more on his finger and begins to apply it to her cheekbones.

Tav stops breathing.

"Dear, you are very attentive. However, there is a little advice."

The cream gives off a light smell and a feeling of freshness. And she almost wants to cry because the chill of the cream hides the heat of Raphael's hand from her.

"At the next formal meeting, pay attention not only to me, but more to the clients and the environment."

However, the more massage movements he makes, the faster the cream is absorbed, revealing the temperature of his fingers to her.

"If you notice something that I missed, because I'm playing my role, it will be useful"

His movements are incredibly attentive and gentle. But still, when he spends around his eyes, Tav prefers to close them, fearing claws and wanting to surrender to sensations.

Raphael stops and for a few moments they still look at each other. His palm descends and now his whole palm touches Tav's cheek. There is more than enough of this feeling, and she flinches, betraying her nervousness.

Raphael smiles and looks softer than ever, especially unusual with his demonic black eyes.

"You're beautiful too. I like this young face."

Tav gets lost, her want there to be a pillow next to which you can scream.

"T-Thank you, that's very kind"

"I liked the other lines from your diary"

My God, a couple more of these moves and Tav will faint.

"You wrote about the heat of the spells that you use and wondered about the heat of the demonic body."

He thoughtfully lowers his palm down and takes Tav by the wrist, pulling her hand away from him. Her mouth threatens to fill with saliva and the girl decides to speak.

"Y-Yes, your skin is hotter,"

Raphael smiles once more at Tav's emotions and lets go of her hand.

"You also wrote that you are honored to be my warlock. You may not have enough skills yet, but you'll be a great assistant."

It sounded almost like a fatherly compliment, and he touched her shoulder briefly.

"Thank you, I-I will try a lot to meet your expectations."

Tav needs to run away from here, she won't stand any more questions.

"All right, mouse. I'll be looking forward to it. You can go."

Oh holy hell.

Tav breaks down in gratitude once more and hurriedly returns to his room.

Korilla assesses her agitated appearance and asks a question with just a glance.

"It's better to talk about it in the morning, I beg you."

Tav answers, throwing up his arms in a defensive pose. While she heads to the bed and quickly climbs under the covers, finally not feeling the attentive gaze on her.

#raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #I just wanted her to be anointed with cream #I really wanted to write “Thank you for appreciating my beauty at the proper level” for Raphael #but I restrained myself

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