never-hyde

[never-hyde]

Eye reveal!

Got bored and decided to try and draw the hidden side of Hyde's face. Surprise heterochromia! I decided it would be even more "unsettling" to make him have two different colored eyes... one that burning bloodied red, and the other a watery blue-green... a color very unsettlingly familiar.

Very similar to someone he knows...

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Edward Hyde as Oliver Cromwell

Idk why

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sexualizing hyde when he's minor-coded is so wrong it makes me sick

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It's been a while since I posted the first WIP of this but now it's finally done.

Behold

Evil as he is.

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Dw, guys, Hyde came back after canon. He didn’t actually die

Also them with their short post canon hair 👁️👄👁️

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Hyde tenses, swearing a list of profanities in his mind as he sees Crowe practically lose it, the shadows of the carriage concealing the sight

He usually wouldn't care, he wouldn't care to feel the gaping hole in his chest that his words left, he wouldn't care that he felt...bad.

What should he even do? Deny it? No, that'd be even more wrong. Even if he wasn't...fully all to fault fate somehow ran that way. And now Hyde felt like an utter and complete asshole.

He forces a grin onto his face, moving his head forward to try see Crowe's face

"Hey...'ey...its fine. Without ya many things wouldn't have happened." He lists them off one by one, trying to hold his voice steady and not let the rising panic set in

"Harbinger, you and.. and Je- Henry's research, our...you were the prime reason we are in understanding now Crowe, s-see, see? You're not...not an omen of trouble or or it's not that I'm not glad I met ya-"

Hyde drags a hand through his hair, cringing at the feeling of salt burning into the small stresses on his palms caused by the repeated motion of the oars.

" 'M shit at apologies so just...don't take me too seriously alright... we're gonna..FIX this. No matter what, and you're not gonna go back into that damn Hell."

(The fluttering sound of wings breaks the horrid crawling silence of the Dark Library, Harbinger barely having the strength to land properly as he hits the dusty flooring next to Jekyll's feet. He coughs out the letter, shutting his eyes for a moment to rest)

My dearest friend,

I am so sorry. This should have never happened.

Please, I am coming to get you out of that horrid place. That sentence is MINE to carry, not yours.

Hold the line my friend, keep your wits about you, and whatever you do... DO NOT START READING. Stay safe. I will get you out.

Regards,

~Crowe~

Jekyll is lying on the floor, staring up into the fog and trying to cure the spiral going on and on and down in his mind, when a letter gets promptly dropped on his face

mmh..

He stirs, glaring at the letter as if it were some omen of death, looking worriedly at Harbinger before reading

..get me out?

Don't..read?

"Hah...too late for that my friend." his voice is wry, hollow from hours? of staring up at nothing and daring that bird to come back down and torment him

He drags himself up to sitting, standing only to grab the quill and the inkwell

"Crowe,

..I fear it is too late. Unless you mean do not read other books because... I know what I am. Nothing but a forgery of words that someone has written for me. Don't come here. You're free now.

Henry"

He had hoped the hopelessness didn't creep into the writing but even that had to spite him too.

Sable appears before Harbinger can even lift his head, chirping a few words of greeting at Jekyll before flying off with the note clutched tightly.

Silence once again, well, save for the few noises Harbinger makes. Jekyll looks over, wishing to give him something, anything to make him feel better.

"I...don't know if there are any seeds in here. I'm...sorry."

@schrodingerslibrary

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Hyde grunted in surprise, eyes flicking over Crowe's form for a moment before looking back out of the window and inhaling deeply.

"Yeah I...figured you'd be from an early time. Whenever that was."

The white smog puffed past, the smell of burning wood and snuffed embers trickling in through the air vent as the carriage was plunged into near darkness, save for a weak filament bulb that hummed steadily.

A small groan escaped the otherwise stoic expression of Edward Hyde, head slipping down to rest in his hands

"Tarnation...all of it. Damn it all to the deepest sewers of the Dusts how did this all even happen..."

In the darkness Crowe can make out the edges of Hyde's face, a smile warped into a grimace of near-mania, his signature slurred pronunciation filtering back in to his words.

"If you hadn't turned up, if ya damn letters had never gone through my little scientist wouldn' be stuck in a mirror leadin" to Tartarus and-"

He looks horrified for a split second, expression dropping and his hands - before tapping out a rhythm of frustration on his cheek - stilled.

"Fuck I didn' mean to-"

Hyde's head falls back to rest on the headboard behind him, salt-matted hair partially covering his eyes as they bore right into Crowe's, wincing as he forces the words out.

" 'm sorry. Didn't mean that."

(The fluttering sound of wings breaks the horrid crawling silence of the Dark Library, Harbinger barely having the strength to land properly as he hits the dusty flooring next to Jekyll's feet. He coughs out the letter, shutting his eyes for a moment to rest)

My dearest friend,

I am so sorry. This should have never happened.

Please, I am coming to get you out of that horrid place. That sentence is MINE to carry, not yours.

Hold the line my friend, keep your wits about you, and whatever you do... DO NOT START READING. Stay safe. I will get you out.

Regards,

~Crowe~

Jekyll is lying on the floor, staring up into the fog and trying to cure the spiral going on and on and down in his mind, when a letter gets promptly dropped on his face

mmh..

He stirs, glaring at the letter as if it were some omen of death, looking worriedly at Harbinger before reading

..get me out?

Don't..read?

"Hah...too late for that my friend." his voice is wry, hollow from hours? of staring up at nothing and daring that bird to come back down and torment him

He drags himself up to sitting, standing only to grab the quill and the inkwell

"Crowe,

..I fear it is too late. Unless you mean do not read other books because... I know what I am. Nothing but a forgery of words that someone has written for me. Don't come here. You're free now.

Henry"

He had hoped the hopelessness didn't creep into the writing but even that had to spite him too.

Sable appears before Harbinger can even lift his head, chirping a few words of greeting at Jekyll before flying off with the note clutched tightly.

Silence once again, well, save for the few noises Harbinger makes. Jekyll looks over, wishing to give him something, anything to make him feel better.

"I...don't know if there are any seeds in here. I'm...sorry."

@schrodingerslibrary

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He comes over, hugging Enfield around the shoulders, running his fingers through the jagged cut strands - an unreadable expression on his face

Richard’s hair was shorter. True, it was only an inch shorter, but it was still noticeable. The cut was jagged and uneven, he had cut it himself it would seem.

@richie-enfield

Hyde raises an eyebrow, a soft smile playing on his face

New...haircut I see..It suits ya

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Richard’s hair was shorter. True, it was only an inch shorter, but it was still noticeable. The cut was jagged and uneven, he had cut it himself it would seem.

@richie-enfield

Hyde raises an eyebrow, a soft smile playing on his face

New...haircut I see..It suits ya

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Oh, Hydfield….I could never ever hate you….

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Hyde pulls a pocket watch from the seams of the tailcoat, huffing slightly

"Any moment now." The foot tapping increases then stops as the carriage jolts forward, horn tooting in the distance as they pull away from the platform.

The landscape outside is beautiful, truly beautiful but... the more pressing matters disregarded any natural beauty. Hyde felt a thousand questions in his head burning to be spoken, clawing at his throat and bubbling forward. However only one came to mind.

"...crowe? If you've...been trapped in that Library for Harbinger knows how long, what...what um.."

Would it be too much to know? Too much to ask? Would...would he even know?

"...Agh! Damn it all. What time...period do you come from..originally?"

He doesn't expect an answer, choosing to stare out the window - starting to fog over with condensation. A brown spotted moth taps against the window before getting blown away with the wind.

(The fluttering sound of wings breaks the horrid crawling silence of the Dark Library, Harbinger barely having the strength to land properly as he hits the dusty flooring next to Jekyll's feet. He coughs out the letter, shutting his eyes for a moment to rest)

My dearest friend,

I am so sorry. This should have never happened.

Please, I am coming to get you out of that horrid place. That sentence is MINE to carry, not yours.

Hold the line my friend, keep your wits about you, and whatever you do... DO NOT START READING. Stay safe. I will get you out.

Regards,

~Crowe~

Jekyll is lying on the floor, staring up into the fog and trying to cure the spiral going on and on and down in his mind, when a letter gets promptly dropped on his face

mmh..

He stirs, glaring at the letter as if it were some omen of death, looking worriedly at Harbinger before reading

..get me out?

Don't..read?

"Hah...too late for that my friend." his voice is wry, hollow from hours? of staring up at nothing and daring that bird to come back down and torment him

He drags himself up to sitting, standing only to grab the quill and the inkwell

"Crowe,

..I fear it is too late. Unless you mean do not read other books because... I know what I am. Nothing but a forgery of words that someone has written for me. Don't come here. You're free now.

Henry"

He had hoped the hopelessness didn't creep into the writing but even that had to spite him too.

Sable appears before Harbinger can even lift his head, chirping a few words of greeting at Jekyll before flying off with the note clutched tightly.

Silence once again, well, save for the few noises Harbinger makes. Jekyll looks over, wishing to give him something, anything to make him feel better.

"I...don't know if there are any seeds in here. I'm...sorry."

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The waves were strong and true, propelling them further and further away from familiar land and into the Abyss beyond. Silence settled over them both, strained with the knowledge of the time ticking unbothered by, salt and seaweed flecking the wood dark green.

The silence was occasionally broken by the hummed notes of a sea shanty, Hyde looking over the waves and squinting to see if they were any closer to their destination. Only the answering calls of gulls spoke back.

- - - - - -

Hyde awoke Crowe once the first licks of land came into view, and he rowed with renewed vigour. Stepping foot onto the slick rock, they were swept right away onto a locomotive, puffing thick white smoke into the sky. Hyde's foot tapped anxiously against the floor, looking rather out of his depth in a country he barely knew.

(The fluttering sound of wings breaks the horrid crawling silence of the Dark Library, Harbinger barely having the strength to land properly as he hits the dusty flooring next to Jekyll's feet. He coughs out the letter, shutting his eyes for a moment to rest)

My dearest friend,

I am so sorry. This should have never happened.

Please, I am coming to get you out of that horrid place. That sentence is MINE to carry, not yours.

Hold the line my friend, keep your wits about you, and whatever you do... DO NOT START READING. Stay safe. I will get you out.

Regards,

~Crowe~

Jekyll is lying on the floor, staring up into the fog and trying to cure the spiral going on and on and down in his mind, when a letter gets promptly dropped on his face

mmh..

He stirs, glaring at the letter as if it were some omen of death, looking worriedly at Harbinger before reading

..get me out?

Don't..read?

"Hah...too late for that my friend." his voice is wry, hollow from hours? of staring up at nothing and daring that bird to come back down and torment him

He drags himself up to sitting, standing only to grab the quill and the inkwell

"Crowe,

..I fear it is too late. Unless you mean do not read other books because... I know what I am. Nothing but a forgery of words that someone has written for me. Don't come here. You're free now.

Henry"

He had hoped the hopelessness didn't creep into the writing but even that had to spite him too.

Sable appears before Harbinger can even lift his head, chirping a few words of greeting at Jekyll before flying off with the note clutched tightly.

Silence once again, well, save for the few noises Harbinger makes. Jekyll looks over, wishing to give him something, anything to make him feel better.

"I...don't know if there are any seeds in here. I'm...sorry."

@schrodingerslibrary

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They slow down - to Hyde's dismay - when they reach the edge of the sand and stone and Hyde practically drags himself off the driver's seat, boots hitting the shingle.

He points to a old but sturdy looking boat bobbing on the waves

"There. That's our..fastest...way of transport around here." He throws a look to the carriage, before setting off

The boat itself looked stable enough to hold them both, although creaky and the masts were definitely eaten through at some points.

"The wind will hopefully...carry us most of the way" Hyde set about checking wind direction before climbing into the boat, helping Crowe in.

"Depending on wind direction and speed...we may make it to Calais in four hours. Then onwards to Ingolstadt. "

(The fluttering sound of wings breaks the horrid crawling silence of the Dark Library, Harbinger barely having the strength to land properly as he hits the dusty flooring next to Jekyll's feet. He coughs out the letter, shutting his eyes for a moment to rest)

My dearest friend,

I am so sorry. This should have never happened.

Please, I am coming to get you out of that horrid place. That sentence is MINE to carry, not yours.

Hold the line my friend, keep your wits about you, and whatever you do... DO NOT START READING. Stay safe. I will get you out.

Regards,

~Crowe~

Jekyll is lying on the floor, staring up into the fog and trying to cure the spiral going on and on and down in his mind, when a letter gets promptly dropped on his face

mmh..

He stirs, glaring at the letter as if it were some omen of death, looking worriedly at Harbinger before reading

..get me out?

Don't..read?

"Hah...too late for that my friend." his voice is wry, hollow from hours? of staring up at nothing and daring that bird to come back down and torment him

He drags himself up to sitting, standing only to grab the quill and the inkwell

"Crowe,

..I fear it is too late. Unless you mean do not read other books because... I know what I am. Nothing but a forgery of words that someone has written for me. Don't come here. You're free now.

Henry"

He had hoped the hopelessness didn't creep into the writing but even that had to spite him too.

Sable appears before Harbinger can even lift his head, chirping a few words of greeting at Jekyll before flying off with the note clutched tightly.

Silence once again, well, save for the few noises Harbinger makes. Jekyll looks over, wishing to give him something, anything to make him feel better.

"I...don't know if there are any seeds in here. I'm...sorry."

@schrodingerslibrary

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Hyde watches out of the corner of his eye as Sable disappears past where he can see, gritting his teeth in frustration.

They can both see the shoreline now, the horizon splitting a wild orange and daybreak nears, the rays of light reflecting off the water - much like broken glass Hyde reckoned.

"Nearly there." Two words meant to comfort both of them sounded empty, hopelessly hopeful.

The damn horses...were so slow-

"Crowe" He waits until Crowe gives him even the slightest sign that he's listening "Hold on. I mean it."

Hyde slings himself over the edge of the door, worming his way to the driver and grabbing onto the lapels of his tailcoat- whispering something in his ear before wrenching him off his seat and into the road.

Ahhhh...so much better.

A wild grin worked its way across his face, so wide that it hurt. Crowe would begin to protest of course, but the driver was safe. Lying on the side of the road like fresh meat, someone would pick him up eventually.

"HHYYYAA!" Hyde grabs the reigns just in time, spurring the beasts fast and forward, almost carrying them on the wind toward the boat that awaited them at the edge of the shoreline.

(The fluttering sound of wings breaks the horrid crawling silence of the Dark Library, Harbinger barely having the strength to land properly as he hits the dusty flooring next to Jekyll's feet. He coughs out the letter, shutting his eyes for a moment to rest)

My dearest friend,

I am so sorry. This should have never happened.

Please, I am coming to get you out of that horrid place. That sentence is MINE to carry, not yours.

Hold the line my friend, keep your wits about you, and whatever you do... DO NOT START READING. Stay safe. I will get you out.

Regards,

~Crowe~

Jekyll is lying on the floor, staring up into the fog and trying to cure the spiral going on and on and down in his mind, when a letter gets promptly dropped on his face

mmh..

He stirs, glaring at the letter as if it were some omen of death, looking worriedly at Harbinger before reading

..get me out?

Don't..read?

"Hah...too late for that my friend." his voice is wry, hollow from hours? of staring up at nothing and daring that bird to come back down and torment him

He drags himself up to sitting, standing only to grab the quill and the inkwell

"Crowe,

..I fear it is too late. Unless you mean do not read other books because... I know what I am. Nothing but a forgery of words that someone has written for me. Don't come here. You're free now.

Henry"

He had hoped the hopelessness didn't creep into the writing but even that had to spite him too.

Sable appears before Harbinger can even lift his head, chirping a few words of greeting at Jekyll before flying off with the note clutched tightly.

Silence once again, well, save for the few noises Harbinger makes. Jekyll looks over, wishing to give him something, anything to make him feel better.

"I...don't know if there are any seeds in here. I'm...sorry."

@schrodingerslibrary

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What if Jekyll's just SUPER insecure and so most of the things he thinks are bad about himself are just mundane things that are unmanly. Like. Showing emotions. What if Hyde is the one who laughs the loudest, smiles the widest, cries the longest, loses his temper like a thunderstorm. What if he's the one who feels all the BIG emotions.

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He turns Richie around, gathering all the hair without hand while the other tucks stray whisps that managed to escape back into it

He combs through with his fingers, gently pulling the slight knots out of the bunch

I love you I love you I love you

Enfield repeated over and over again as he peppered Hyde’s face with soft kisses.

@richie-enfield

Hyde is awoken from his slumber to a barrage of what he thought to be rain, but his kisses were much nicer

mmh...Richie..

He rolls over toward Enfield, turning into his chest