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theegoldenchild · 4 days ago

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Chapter Four: Impure Thoughts

The night draped over the land like a funeral shroud. Every flicker of lantern light and every echo of boot on dirt carried the weight of what was about to come. A hush had fallen over the farm land as the twins left the main house and their men took their assigned positions. Even the crickets had gone quiet.

When the moon rose high enough in the midnight sky it dropped a spotlight down on them and the Klan appeared like filthy roaches scattering everywhere. Flames bobbed through the trees, mounted riders circled the north field brandishing rifles… and a loud unsettling jeer carried across the land like a foul odor.

At the head of Smoke and Stack’s small army the twins stood tall and silent. Smoke’s dark suit glittered under the moon, every inch a promise of control. Stack’s sharper, leaner posture radiated danger like a viper ready to strike. A hush fell as the Klansmen dismounted and marched toward the clearing. Their grins hidden behind sheets covering their cowardly appearance. The wood of their torches carved shadows across their masks. They thought fear would be enough. They thought God was on their side.

They were wrong. And then… the night blew apart.

Smoke stepped forward with calm precision. “I’m not in a good mood tonight and y’all got bout’ five seconds to turn your asses around or I’ll be using your bodies as kindling.” A chant arose behind the Klan, like rot in a grave.

Stack whistled and everyone sprung into action. Ten Klan members hit the dirt before they even raised their rifles. His pistol whispered like a crack of thunder in the air after he pulled the trigger. A torch fell and the man holding it staggered. A shot rang again… a silent echo… and there was no fire. Just a scream cut short.

The intruders fell back, disoriented and bewildered by how this battle was playing out. Members of the Klan tried to rally but the twins moved too fast. Smoke launched forward next and his rifle cracked twice. The sight caught a mounted man in the thigh as he charged. His body sagged, he tumbled. Smoke reloaded without breaking his calm demeanor. He was bored, irritated, and still way too tense.

Stack was in a blur of violence and giggling through it all. His gold cufflinks flicked sparks when he spun the barrel of his revolver. One moment he was drawing his pistol, the next he was holstering it again, two bullets, two Klan men shot down in the head before they realized what had happened. Within minutes the Klan line broke and fear spiked through their ranks. Horses reared. Some ran screaming. Some dropped their weapons and crawled back to the tree line begging for mercy… But mercy didn’t exist on this land tonight.

After an hour of pure chaos the twins and their army looked at the pathetic bodies piled high. Not a single one of them had been touched yet by the invaders. By the time dawn painted the horizon pale pink, the land lay quiet. Smoke and Stack’s men cleaned rifles and checked wounds that didn’t exist. Corpses of the Klan stacked up and enough damage was done to send a silent message to everyone within a 100 mile radius.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Smoke watched the sunrise from the porch as Stack rested his hand on his shoulder.

“Too easy?” Stack murmured.

Smoke nodded, gaze fixed on the horizon. “God don’t always need to smite the wicked… Sometimes he sends two brothers in suits.”

Stack cracked a grin. “Amen to that.”

The twins didn’t get to savor their win for long. They looked across the land and noticed Pastor Samuel with a twisted look on his face as he stormed towards them. Neither twin could tell if the man was happy, angry, or just needed to take a shit.

Straightening up, both men stood tall, dust and death still lingering around them like a crown. Stack cracked his neck with an exaggerated tilt of his head while Smoke kept his hand resting on his pistol. He didn’t draw… he didn’t need to. But the heat of his palm against the grip kept his temper from rising all the way to his mouth.

And yet, the moment he looked at Pastor Samuel, all he could think about was her. The bruises. The way she winced when she tried to walk. The guilt that wasn’t hers. Those knees. Bloody, raw, and bent before scripture. All because of him.

“Hell,” Smoke muttered under his breath, jaw tight. “I don’t even like the way that muthafucka breathes.”

Stack whispered low, just enough for Smoke to hear. “Wanna pop that nigga like a tick.”

The Pastor came closer, shoes crunching over dirt and gravel and hands folded behind his back like a plantation overseer. He looked over the battlefield without saying a word, his eyes lingering on the fallen torches, the rotting pile of dead bodies, the precision and power on display by men he claimed not to trust.

“Didn’t ask you to kill nobody,” he finally said, his tone full of judgment and disgust. “Told you to protect my land. Not bring damnation down on it.”

Stack let out a surprised grunt and raised an eyebrow. “You want us to apologize for winnin’?”

Samuel’s eyes flicked to him, then to Smoke… like if he had the power and courage to kill him, he would. “I want you, your demon twin, and your men on the north field only. That was the deal. You stay off my porch, outta my home, and away from my daughter.”

Stack blinked slowly, then let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Which part got you so twisted up, preacher? That we did your job, or that your daughter looks at us like we ain’t the monsters from Hell everyone thinks we are?”

Smoke didn’t laugh. He didn’t even blink. His stare was sharp enough to peel bark off a tree. “You oughta be careful what you say next,” he told the pastor flatly. “’Cause the only reason your land’s still yours is ‘cause we took care of what you couldn’t. And when it come to Sera… it’s obvious that it ain’t us she need protectin’ from.”

“She needs protectin’ from everything you are,” Samuel snapped, his voice cracking for just a second. “From temptation. From lawlessness. From men who think violence is salvation.”

That made Stack snort loudly. “Nigga, this is Clarksdale, Mississippi. Ain’t no such thing as salvation down here unless you kill for it.”

Smoke took a step closer. Just one. Which was enough to make the preacher stiffen. “You ever make her bleed again,” Smoke hissed in a venomous tone, “and you’ll be lookin’ up at me from the dirt, beggin’ God for mercy I ain’t got.”

Pastor Samuel’s nostrils flared, but he held his tongue. The air between the three of them thickened. You could taste it… sour… humid… full of fury. “North field,” the pastor spat again, like the words were bile on his tongue. “Stay outta my house and stay away from my damn daughter!”

“Wasn’t plannin’ to step foot in your house,” Smoke replied. “And she ain’t yours. That’s a grown woman with a mind of her own.”

“She ain’t yours either,” Pastor Samuel barked. “But I know you was in her room last night. That stench—” he stepped forward now, trying to muster some authority, his voice rising with brittle rage, “—that filth on her skin… you reek of it! Whiskey and sin. I smelled it when I went in to wake her for mornin’ prayer.”

Stack cocked his head, a smile curling his lips. “Boy, you must got a death wish.”

“You think I don’t know what you did?” Pastor Samuel growled. “You touched my daughter, and I swear before the Lord, I will kill you.”

That was the last word out of his mouth before Smoke’s fist cracked across his jaw like a bolt of thunder. The pastor didn’t even have time to grunt. His body whipped sideways, feet skidding in the dirt before he collapsed in a heap near the steps of the porch, blood already trickling from his split lip.

“Then you best make peace with your god tonight,” Smoke snarled, looming over him with fire in his eyes.

Stack, who had been laughing just moments ago, went still. Something behind his eyes shifted into something dark and unhinged. The smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a quiet and eerie stillness. He crouched beside the groaning preacher with his fingers twitching like he was trying to choose which bone to break first.

“I could cut your tongue out,” Stack murmured. “Feed it to you while you pray. Could hang you upside down from that oak tree in your yard and skin your back with a rusty knife. I’d take my time, too. Paint this porch red, inside and out.” Pastor Samuel tried to move, tried to scramble back, but his body wasn’t ready to listen.

Stack leaned in close, his voice now deceivingly sweet and soft. “Or maybe I’ll just wait till you sleep and slit you quiet. Let you meet your God without even a scream.”

Smoke leaned over and spit near Pastor Samuel’s boot. “You a man of God? Start actin’ like one. ’Cause next time we find her cryin’ or bruised, you gon’ be wearin’ that collar in a coffin. And put her furniture back in her bedroom. Today.”

Stack slowly stood to his full height, brushed the dust off his sleeves, and glanced down with a devious smirk. “Ain’t no holy ghost gon’ save you from us.”

With that, the twins turned and headed toward the north field leaving Pastor Samuel on the ground, bloodied and broken, as the weight of their threat lingered heavier than any sermon he’d ever preached. And in the bedroom window above them, hidden behind white lace curtains, Sera watched everything. Her fingers pressed to the glass, a soft ache blooming in her chest that she didn’t have words for yet. A feeling she’d never known before, equal parts fear and curiosity.

Down below, Stack leaned over to his brother as they walked side by side. “Thinkin’ about her again?”

“Shut up.”

Stack grinned. “You think he knows he’s already lost her?”

Smoke’s jaw flexed, hand once again brushing his pistol. “He will.”

A week passed since the night the land bled fire and the Klan ran like dogs in the dark. But you wouldn’t know it now. The sun rose the same. The roosters crowed with no regard for the victory buried in the soil beneath their claws. And the little house once brimming with tension and whispers had gone quiet. Way too quiet.

Sera stood at the kitchen sink with her sleeves rolled to her elbows while she scrubbed the same plate for the third time. The water had gone cold and her fingers pruned, but she didn’t seem to notice. Her mind wandered like it often did now.

The new dresses her father brought home were heavier, stiff with modesty and shaped to completely erase her. High collars, thick cotton, long hems that brushed the floor like she was gliding through a mourning veil. She was to wear them every day. No more yellow. No more blue. No more sundresses that unintentionally cling and make men’s eyes linger longer than they should. When she analyzed herself in the mirror each morning it told her nothing. She was now just a ghost of a girl with her untamed ginger hair lazily pinned up and her new clothing the physical embodiment of hopelessness.

“Girl, why you standing there daydreaming?” her father’s voice barked from the hallway.

Sera blinked herself out of her daze. “I’m washing, Daddy.”

“Well, wash faster. Ain’t no point in staring at soap suds like they gon’ save you.” His voice trailed off as he went back to his study. Since the explosion with the twins he’s been spending more time in his study and less time unnecessarily punishing Sera.

The lack of ‘unnecessary’ punishments didn’t mean Samuel wasn’t able to find other ways to keep his daughter obedient. After being embarrassed by the twins, he gave Sera a strict schedule and a new set of rules to follow:

Monday through Saturday:

5:00 AM - 9:00 AM Prayer

10:00 AM - 1:00 PM Chores

2:00 PM - 3:00 PM Cooking

4:00 PM - 6:00 PM Chores

7:00 PM - 8:00 PM Bible Study

8:00 PM - 5:00 AM Sleep

Sunday:

5:00 AM - 7:00 AM Prayer

8:00 AM - 2:00 PM Church

3:00 PM - 4:00 PM Cooking

5:00 PM - 7:00 PM Chores

8:00 PM - 5:00 AM Sleep

She was no longer allowed to run errands or explore the town alone. And worst of all she was FORBIDDEN from stepping foot near the north field.

The land still buzzed with the ghosts of gunpowder and footfall. Being men of their word, Smoke and Stack kept to their side with their men patrolling like entities that belonged to a different world entirely. One Sera wasn’t allowed to touch. She only saw them from the window now if she parted the curtain just enough. They moved like kings with no crowns, suits still crisp even in the heat, laughter low and sharp like polished knives.

Stack often glanced at the house and sometimes he would wave. The first time he did it she ducked and stayed behind the curtain for a full hour after. She wasn’t sure if he saw her. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted him to. The second time he did it she nervously waved back and then immediately closed her curtains to pray.

Smoke never looked. Not that she noticed. But somehow she felt him… the weight of his eyes, even when they weren’t directly pointed at her. It made her heart flutter with something she didn’t have a name for yet.

Sera sat quietly in her room with the Bible on her lap. After finding peace on his land now that the Klan was dealt with, Pastor Samuel thought she ‘deserved’ to have her furniture returned to her. The candle on her bedside table had burned low, the wax forming tiny lakes against the holder. Her knees still ached from last week. The blisters were gone, but the skin felt new and thin.

The first night after the battle, Sera stayed awake until her body gave out. But the nights that followed brought something worse than exhaustion; it brought a burning need. A slow, creeping feeling coiled low in her belly and refused to fade away. It started when the house fell quiet. When no one called her name. That’s when she felt it the most… The phantom touch of Smoke’s hands, the rough drag of his thumb against her thigh, the careful hold of her knee, the way he said ‘my love’ like it meant something. Those memories were burned into her skin, rewinding again and again until she could barely breathe beneath the weight of them.

By the fifth night, the subtle ache bloomed into a throb and she couldn’t take it anymore.

After finishing her required Bible study for the night, she locked her bedroom door and her heart was racing before she even slid beneath the covers. Her cotton nightgown clung to her thighs already sticky with heat. She squeezed her eyes shut and whispered a prayer for forgiveness, but even as her lips moved, her hand was already drifting under the blanket. Trembling and curious.

What would it feel like… If I touched where it hurts? If I pressed where he looked at me… like he wanted to taste my sins?

Her hand slipped slowly underneath her nightgown, grazing over the soft curve of her hip and down the inside of her thigh. She gasped softly when her fingers brushed damp cotton. She was completely soaked. Her legs fell open without thinking. Her fingers slid along her untouched cotton covered cooze, and she bit back a moan— but then she paused when she heard footsteps outside her door.

Cutting her eyes to her bedroom door, she heard them again… slower… heavier… calculated. Not her father. Not a stranger. A step she’d only heard once before, echoing through the hallway the night Smoke found her wrapped in nothing but a towel.

She didn’t need proof to know it was Smoke. During the short time he carried her she had already memorized his walk. She knew the rhythm of his boots, the weight of him, and the gravity he carried when he walked. His presence was pressing through the door, thick as heat, wrapped around her like lust curling beneath the sheets. Her thighs twitched. Her fingers still hovered beneath her gown. The damp cotton clinging tight to her center.

Still, neither of them said anything. And then a single word that was oozing with dominance could be heard through the oak wood. “Continue.”

Her breath shattered and a whimper escaped before she could stop it. Her legs squeezed together and her hips shifted against the mattress with a friction that made her mouth fall open.

He knew. He knew what she was doing. What she was thinking. How badly she wanted relief. No, how badly she needed relief. His voice wasn’t a suggestion and left no room for disobedience. But she was okay with willingly listening to him. Smoke and Stack could tell Sera to jump and she would ask ‘how high?’. In the short amount of time she’s known the twins they’ve proven their devotion to protecting her… Protecting her in a way her father never cared to do.

Her hand moved without conscious thought, slipping beneath her panties as her fingers trembled and grazed her slick heat in an amateurish manner. She gasped, a little louder this time and her knees bent, opening slightly beneath the covers. The sensation in her belly spread fast, hot, wicked, and beautifully.

Although her body seemed to know what to do and how to do it, the battle in her mind was stopping Sera from fully grasping how to get to the point of no return. And it was as if Smoke knew her dilemma.

His voice pierced through the wood of the bedroom door again like thunder before rain, “Don’t be scared. Keep goin’.”

She didn’t answer. Her hand gripped the edge of the blanket and more silence followed. Then… “Find your button… love… circle your finger around it.”

He said it… he said that nickname she had been dying to hear again. Her throat closed around a breath and she blinked into the dark with her face red hot as she tried to follow the instructions given to her. Guiding her inexperienced fingers up and down her slit, she rolled them to the left and to the right. She searched until she felt a bump of flesh that caused her eyes to roll to the back of her head.

Her fingers kept moving on that spot. Faster now, more deliberate. He wasn’t coming in. He wasn’t touching her. He was just standing outside her door, but the thought of him listening to her made the pulsing of her honey pot intensify.

Speaking to her like a devil on her shoulder, his voice soaked in the kind of heat that didn’t belong in a preacher’s house. “Don’t stop,” he drawled, the way he spoke made her body gush.

She whimpered again, hips lifting just a little, chasing the friction her fingers gave. Her breath was unsteady with her curls sticking to her damp temples. Her other hand fisted in the sheets and tugged hard as the sensation swelled in her core. Her whole body felt like it was on cloud nine, chest burning, thighs trembling, and toes curling beneath the blanket. She didn’t know what was happening but she wanted more.

The pleasure mounted fast… a little too fast. Her fingers quickened their pace as they moved in a counterclockwise motion over her swollen clit. A sweet pressure swirled in her belly, like a string was being pulled from deep inside her. Her mouth opened in a breathless moan she couldn’t hold back.

“Let go for me, my love…” Smoke demanded through the closed door. It was as if he could feel the moment rising inside her. And Sera was too wrapped up in herself to notice how breathless his voice was starting to sound.

But she couldn’t finish. Just as she reached the edge, her stomach clenched, and her body bucked but not from release. From panic.

The wave of pleasure inside of her built too fast and just before it broke, she ripped her hand away with a startled gasp, thighs snapping shut, and her heart pounding so hard she thought it might crack her ribs.

“I can’t…” she breathed, barely louder than a whisper. Her body was humming with excitement. Her fingers were drenched and her thighs angrily trembled with denial. And when the shadow on the other side of the door disappeared without another word, she stared at it for a long time.

The screen door groaned behind him as he stepped into the open night. The night air felt colder than usual but it couldn’t burn away the heat rising under his skin. Her voice still clung to him—soft, trembling. “I can’t…”

She had no idea what she’d done to him. No idea that just the sound of her shifting in bed, the catch of her breath, the tension in her voice when she whispered into the dark had officially ruined him. He hadn’t seen a damn thing. But his mind? It painted the rest clear as day.

That cotton nightgown bunched up high on her hips. Her thighs parted, hesitant. Her fingers unsure, slick with curiosity. The blanket rustling with each slow motion of her hand. Her lips parted around silent gasps and maybe biting the bottom one to keep them in. And then that voice… So desperate and honest. “I can’t…”

Goddamn he was in deep. Smoke dragged a hand down his face with his jaw tight, as he cut through the trees and followed the well-worn path back to the north field. Crickets sang around him in a mocking tone. Wind bent through the linen of his suit. And the moon spilled silver across the dirt, but none of it cooled the blaze inside him.

By the time he stepped into the barn, his coat was unbuttoned and his breath still hadn’t evened out.

Stack was sitting on a crate with his shirt off and bare feet propped up while puffing on a cigarette like he had all the time in the world. He lifted his chin when he saw Smoke.

“Where you been?” His voice was casual but his twin could hear there was something sharp beneath it. “Ain’t like you to disappear mid-shift.”

Smoke didn’t stop walking. “Checkin’ the east perimeter.”

Stack arched an eyebrow. “Mhm. That right?”

Smoke didn’t answer. Just moved past him, straight toward the back of the barn.

“Sure took your time,” Stack called after him, grinning around the cigarette. “You paid our girl a visit?”

Smoke’s back tensed for a millisecond but he kept walking. “Get some sleep,” he grumbled, brushing past the curtain and slamming the door to the private quarters shut behind him.

The second it latched, he leaned against it and finally let out the breath he’d been holding since he left her door. His hands ranked frantically through his hair. He was hard as a rock and wound so tight it hurt. All of this and he didn’t even get to see Sera explore herself, only listen.

He envisioned everything in his mind… the way her thighs might’ve trembled as her fingers slipped lower, the way her back probably arched when she got close. The way she might’ve whispered his name if she’d only had the nerve. He could hear it. Mr. Smoke.

Without wasting another second, Smoke began stripping himself of his clothes like a rabid animal. He couldn’t suppress his desires anymore and he let out a dissatisfied growl when he spit on his hand before gripping his throbbing manhood. Sitting on the edge of his bed he desperately dragged his fist up and down his girthy 9 inch rod. Paying ample attention to his sensitive head that was leaking precum and the vein that ran down the curve of his meat. He needed more and jerking off felt like self inflicted punishment opposed to relief.

He paused his movements and quickly scanned his room for an extra pillow he remembered he tossed earlier that morning. Noticing the pillow in a nearby corner, he grabbed it and made his way back to his bed.

“This is so fuckin’ stupid,” he murmured, throwing the pillow onto the bed and climbing after it, his body already thrumming with pressure. “A grown man… losin’ his mind over a girl who kneecaps he only touched.” After folding the pillow in half, Smoke climbed on top of it and slid his dick through the makeshift opening. It wasn’t Sera, but this would have to do for tonight.

Closing his eyes, Smoke began to rock his hips in a steady motion as he imagined what Sera would look like being stretched to the max. With one hand braced on the mattress and the over on the pillow he imagined how soft and warm her insides must feel and the noises she would make while in ecstasy.

“You feel so good baby… I’ll teach you how to take all of me… My perfect angel…” He mumbled in a needy and hushed tone while losing himself to his fantasy.

Finally he could feel himself getting closer to his peak and he increased his pace as he started drilling into the pillow. He wanted to be discreet in case any wandering souls passed by his room, but right now he didn’t care. His bed squeaked louder and fantasy images of Sera climaxing over and over his dick finally pushed him over the edge.

“I’d be so good to you,” he choked out, groaning low in his throat. “Wouldn’t hurt you. Wouldn’t rush. Just let you feel it all… Stretch you out real good…”

He pushed harder into the pillow, every drag of friction a poor imitation of what he really wanted. Her. Bent beneath him, learning everything from him. Crying out as he brought her to the brink again. And again. And again…

“You think your daddy taught you what obedience is?” he rasped. “I’d teach you with my mouth ‘tween your legs everyday until pleasure is all you know.”

His body jerked, pleasure ripping through him as he imagined her saying his real name through a moan—her fingers digging into his skin and her eyes glazed from a high only he could give her. Smoke groaned through gritted teeth as his hot seed poured out of him and coated the fabric of the pillow. “Fuck…”

Rolling over on his back, his skin glistened with sweat and he threw an arm over his head while steadying his breaths. His hunger wasn’t satisfied, if anything this just made it worse as the blood wasted no time rushing back to his dick and bobbed with need.

“This ain’t enough,” he muttered to himself before grabbing the soiled pillow for round two. “Won’t ever be enough.”

Nobody:

Sera and Smoke:

Meanwhile Stack:

He will get to bust a nut soon I pinky promise!

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leonenjoyer69 · 7 months ago

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After sitting half finished for forever, I finally present Lanyon's Mindscape!

I spent quite a while coming up with everything and developing things in a way that connected very heavily to Lanyon's character (as well as Elias's) for my Lanyon Takes the Potion AU, so I'm very happy to finally share it! I mentioned it a while ago on the QnA with @arythusa , but here's the whole long summary!

I have a reason for each and every detail and choice, so if you have any questions, leave them in the reblogs or comments and I promise you I would LOVE to answer them :3 also, reblogs would be very appreciated, I put a lot of work into this <3

Now, let's begin!

The Mindscape

A twisting mansion of halls, doors, and spiraling staircases, Lanyon's mindscape is a vast, extravagant space.

Most of the mindscape has an inherent purple hue; grand chandeliers also bathe the upper, more "frequented" areas in a golden light. However, the deeper you travel, the more sparse these golden lights become.

Lanyon doesn't have the same odd "compartmentalization" abilities that Jekyll does, leaving his mindscape much messier and more confusing, with very little of it being any sort of "organized". Furthermore Lanyon hasn't ripped himself down to a shell of a person like Jekyll has; nor does he suffer from the same self hatred as Jekyll and Hyde, making his mindscape much more lively.

Residents of the mindscape include mind versions of: Jekyll, Everly, Lanyon Sr., Lanyon's mother (though she acts as more of a ghost,) the shadow people, and the Nightmares™.

THE ROOMS AND LAYOUT

THE HALLS

The halls are long and confusingly twisty, covered in unmarked doors, blurry portraits, and golden chandeliers, as well as other occasional decorations and clutter. There are very few doors that actually stand out enough to know they're special, like the ballroom, greenhouse, library, alchemy room, and Lanyon Sr's office. Most of the special rooms are near the surface, never moving, as their influence on Lanyon's character and memories are too strong to be moved from near the subconscious.

Memories, however, do tend to shuffle around a bit, even moving between floors depending on how much Elias or Lanyon is thinking of it. This shuffling has the ability to bring nightmares up from deeper levels to the more "safe" ones.

Many of the halls tend to lead in circles or straight into dead ends, and some doors simply lead to more hallways.

THE POCKET WATCH

To combat the twisting and turning, Elias eventually realizes that his "broken" pocket watch acts more like a compass, pointing him in the general direction of where he wishes to go. Mindkyll also has a pocket watch like this, being one of the more mobile mind people (despite his slight limp.)

The pocket watch has the normal larger clock face, as well as a smaller one for "seconds". The hands all spin aimlessly until a destination is thought of. The hour and minute hands work together for general direction like a compass, while the seconds tell the level, with straight up/forward being a higher level, down being a lower level, and horizontal being the current floor. Elias only figured this out with Mindkyll's help.

Elias, Lanyon, and Mindkyll all have an inherent attachment to their given watches, and when they're in other hands or removed from their persons, they feel more lost and confused, as if they have brain fog.

THE LIBRARY

Lanyon spends a decent bit of his free time reading and watching plays and productions, so it only makes sense for him to have a grand library filled with the fleeting memories of these pasttimes.

The bookshelves are oppressively tall, and despite the number of books and scripts, most of them aren't quite readable, since their words have been at least partially forgotten. However, there are a decent few books that are mostly filled out, namely favourite stories or plays he's ingested, old school books (thanks to Jekyll's influence,) and partially filled out journals or phrases that stuck with him, either from other people or things he's told himself.

Additionally, there is a reading nook with a fireplace in one of the corners, since reading is a comfort he hasn't abandoned.

THE MUSIC ROOM

The music room is a cozy space with a few chairs, a fire place, a grand piano, other various instruments, and sheet music strewn and hung about. There's also a couple of paintings, but they're covered mostly in music sheets. One of the other notable instruments is a violin, though it doesn't get used until Elias comes around.

This room is where Mind Everly spends most of her time, when not in the greenhouse, of course. Most of the music pieces are either nonsensical, or genuine ones that the real Everly has played for Robert.

This room becomes a sort of safe space for Elias after certain...events.

THE BALLROOM

The ballroom is a large, extravagant 2 story room. The floor/lower space has walls lined with windows, bringing a golden light to the whole room. However, nothing can be seen on the other side of the windows. Pillars sit between a few of them, holding up a large, wrap-around balcony-- I.e the second floor. The lower space also has a large circular design in the middle of the floor.

The second floor also has windows, as well as a few doors-- one of which leads into Lanyon Sr's office, since Lanyon viewed the tie between his fathers work and status so strongly, both becoming his whole life.

Because of how much of Lanyons life was built around balls and gatherings, the room is filled with shadowy upper class folk, all with somewhat blury features. They tend to act quite mindlessly, seemingly at least somewhat under Mindkyll's Beck and call, but they do dance together and murmur nonsensical, unsettling things to each other. They don't say anything that can be made out, but their growing judgement towards anything odd in the ballroom and overlapping voices can cause panic quite easily.

This room is frequented by both Mindkyll and Mind Lanyon Sr. Mindkyll tends to roam around, framing and dancing with the shadow people, while Mind Lanyon Sr stays on the balcony above, ever watching and judging what goes on below.

THE GREENHOUSE/GARDEN

An overgrown greenhouse filled with various vines, shrubs, and flowers (with occasional symbolism). there's an area for plants directly in the ground, as well as tables covered in pots, metal rafters with hanging pots, and a couple of trellises. The room is mostly all glass-- which still can't be seen through, but gives a warm, comforting glow to the room. There's also a glass table, which seats 2, and a little nook in one of the corners.

A lot of the flowers tend to change, as well as "randomly" bloom and wilt.

Elias likes to spend a lot of time just sitting in this room, occasionally with mind Everly. He also likes cutting back the overgrowth, but it always comes back. He eventually starts to keep track of how the flowers change as well.

THE ALCHEMY LAB

Based heavily around Jekyll's office and Alchemy-covered university desk, the lab is a dark, candle-lit room cluttered with alchemy equipment, books, and potions. There's an odd green fog in the air, making it one of the only rooms that isn't bathed in purple or gold.

This is the other room Mind Jekyll tends to frequent, usually experimenting or organizing his things. Lanyon and Elias both try to avoid this room, as the air feels uncomfortably heavy and tainted.

THE OFFICE

Lanyon's personal office, though it's quite lacking in furniture. The room mainly consists of a desk, chair, scattered books, and a lone, curtained window. The walls are covered in portraits (mainly of his father) and the desk is littered with bills and paperwork. The room seems almost abandoned, at least until Elias comes around to it.

THE UNIVERSITY DORM ROOM

A memory of his dorm room with Jekyll. The window seems to give a faint blue light, though the curtain usually covers it (symbolizing how he hid the relationship and his feelings.)

Jekyll's desk has a few alchemy things scattered on it, as well as text books. There are bunk beds, but the top looks unused.

There are various objects in the room that trigger a memory when they're interacted with, since many core memories were made in the room, buried or not.

LANYON SR'S OFFICE

A large, oppressive office, lit primarily by the two windows. The shelves and tables are covered with books and paperwork. Mirrors litter the walls (symbolizing Lanyon's similarities to his father), as well as portraits.

Mind Lanyon Sr obviously frequents this room, doing random work and reading. The room is also directly connected to the second floor of the ballroom, high above everyone else to show how Lanyon believed his father to put himself and his work above everyone else. Lanyon tends to avoid this room, and the second floor of the ballroom in general, as it makes him feel exposed. Elias also tends to avoid this room, as it makes him feel small.

THE CHARACTERS

ELIAS WRIGHT (LANYON'S HJ7 ALTER)

His outfit gives a more "working class" feel, inspired by his father's youth. They're also far more comfortable than Lanyon's usual clothes, so Elias doesn't mind them too much. The outfit somewhat symbolizes Elias's working spirit, as well as his yearning for his Father's approval via following in his footsteps (to a certain degree), acting as a sort of errand boy around the society/for Jekyll. They also make him look ungentlemanly, simple, and weak, making him stand out in the mindscape.

He has a "broken" pocket watch on him at all times, which he instinctively feels very protective over, as it's somewhat linked to his being.

Additionally, in memories he can "take the spot" of Lanyon, letting the memory compulse him on how to move. He likes doing this to feel like he's still Lanyon-- like he's whole again.

Feelings wise, Elias isn't too against the mindscape for a good while, mainly in the beginning. While it is confusing and lonely, leaving him quite on edge most of the time, he does at least find solace in mind Everly, Mind Jekyll, and some of the rooms. He does have a few run-ins with nightmares, though he always manages to flee or be saved somehow by mind Everly or Jekyll. He prefers to stay on the higher levels where it's brighter and safer, though occasionally he does go down to dig through memories, much to mindkyll's masked annoyance.

He initially sticks around Mindkyll quite a bit, dancing and hanging out in the ballroom or alchemy lab with him, even if he occasionally makes Elias kind of uncomfortable. Elias is quick to trust him and his charm, falling into him as a safety since Mindkyll is so kind towards him, and since he resembles Jekyll so much. Mindkyll is also quite touchy and praising with Elias, feeding Elias's yearning for romantic intimacy from Jekyll. Mindkyll usually knows just what cards to play to make Elias either fall for his charm or feel bad for him. They do pursue something of a "relationship", and despite the occasional discomfort Elias feels, he is quite reliant on Mindkyll for a while, using him as a stand-in since the real Jekyll seems so unattainable.

Also, Elias finds Mindkyll's "sparkle machine" ability quite funny, but of course falls for it. On a few occasions he's accidentally sparkled back, shocking Mindkyll and somewhat offending him.

Additionally, Elias hangs with mind Everly a decent bit too, finding her to be a more calming presence among the greenhouse and music room. She gives him advice and lets him talk, acting as a sort of mental therapist. She doesn't like mindkyll. She'll play music for Elias or sometimes just sit with him in the greenhouse.

Elias somewhat avoids mind Lanyon Sr, rarely trying to get to the ballroom's second floor, unless he feels he has to. He also partially tries to avoid his fathers gaze, though sometimes he can't help but look up at Lanyon Sr watching over the ballroom, yearning to make his father proud of him. Lanyon Sr's critical gaze tends to make him feel small, cringing under the judgement.

A mind version of his mother also haunts the mindscape, though she is scarcely seen. She does seem to like Elias far more than Lanyon though, sometimes even holding Elias and calling him her baby. She only really shows up in the greenhouse, from what Elias has seen.

MIND JEKYLL

A resident of Lanyon's mindscape, he's a sparkly amalgamation of Jekyll and Hyde. Wandering between the ballroom, halls, and his lab, he mainly dances, experiments, and charms. He has phantom pains all around his body, stemming from Lanyon's constant fear of Jekyll getting hurt (especially via potion mishaps), and has a limp in his left leg from recurring nightmares of Jekyll stepping in a bear trap on the faithful Bleeding Heart Night™.

Before Lanyon and Elias split, mind Jekyll looked far more like normal Jekyll and acted a bit more awkward. however, after learning of Jekylls duality, mindkyll became a bit more Hyde like, his sideburns growing out, his hair growing messier, and gaining a hole filled cape and green hat, as well as gradient eyes. He hates his new appearance a decent bit, blaming Elias for it.

He spends most of his time in the ballroom, since Lanyon taught him how to act "proper" and he seemingly surpassed Lanyon at that, causing him to become a sort of icon to Lanyon in that sense. In the ballroom he's quite the charmer, going between the shadow people and playing them as he wishes, which stems from Lanyon's jealousy of how Jekyll acted (and still acts) with women at parties while they were together.

Mindkyll tends to feel an inherent hatred for Elias when Elias is around him, as if Elias's presence by itself just causes stabs of anger and resentment in him, though usually he can force this feeling down in order to keep his charming facade up. However, on top of that resentment, when he feels like he has any sort of control over Elias, he gets a swell of pride and power in his chest. He tends to get more inwardly cocky, which mixes with the hatred and makes him increasingly cruel at times, though he does mask that with his charm and sparkles. He's also very much emotionally manipulative, pulling at Elias's weaknesses and the slight inherent attraction Elias has for him, since he looks like Jekyll and such. He doesn't really tend to outwardly show any of his hatred of course, since he wants to keep Elias's trust for the most part, but he does Harbor Lanyon's resentment and repression of all those "weak" emotions and such. Additionally, he holds a lot of Lanyon's "rebellious" stage, feeding off of the power he gets from having control.

He also lets off sparkles as a sort of defense mechanism for when he feels threatened or starts getting impatient/aggravated. They have a somewhat calming effect, most of the time at least, made to distract people from his real intentions and feelings. Occasionally, however, their impact/sway is dulled, like against Mind Everly. Eventually, Lanyon starts becoming more resistant to their sway, and after a certain future event, so does Elias.

MIND EVERLY

Mind Everly tends to avoid the ballroom, so she doesn't really interact with the shadow people unless she has to. She's also surprisingly adept at fighting off the nightmares. When Mind Mumyon randomly shows up in the garden, or on rare occasions the music room, she'll kinda just chat with her and keep her company until she wanders off/disappears again. With Mindkyll, Everly tends to be a bit "low patience" with him, not really playing into his charm and tending to ignore him.

Mind Everly knows she's just a part of Lanyon, being one of his main comforts and someone that he confides in, and she's quite alright with doing her thing and occasionally helping out Elias or Lanyon. She's just as sweet and trustworthy as the real Everly, acting somewhat as a therapist and general advice giver. She's also quite protective of Elias after certain events.

She frequents the Music room and the Garden, only occasionally going into the ballroom if she feels she has to. She completely avoids the alchemy lab, and only goes into Lanyon's office every once in a while to clean it up a bit.

MIND LANYON SR

Mind Lanyon Sr looks quite similar to the real one, just far more oppressive and judgemental, far more emotionally detached than the real one. He has a distressing aura to him, causing discomfort to the shadow people and monsters and annoyance to most of the other mind people that get close to him. Mindkyll seems to be the outlier to this, as he generally tolerates Mind Lanyon Sr's presence quite well, even occasionally seeking it out.

He usually hangs out on the second floor of the ballroom, staring down and judging the people below. He's this ever-watching presence, detached but still close enough to control things-- or at least seem like he could. Otherwise he frequents his office, doing work, reorganizing, or reading.

He'll occasionally hang out with Mindkyll, vaguely talking to him and slipping him praises. He sees him as more successful, fond of him in a "my son should be like you" way. Despite this, he still gets quite judgemental of Mindkyll when he looses his temper or shows his more "mad scientist" side.

His feelings towards Elias are a little mixed. For the most part, Mind Lanyon Sr is constantly judging Elias, disgusted by his emotional vulnerability and how he's everything the real Lanyon Sr tried to get rid of in his son. But, on the other hand, occasionally he can't help but be the *slightest* bit proud of the fact that Elias has at least SOME work ethic.

Were Elias to try and talk to mind Lanyon Sr, he would probably be met with Mind Lanyon Sr ignoring him, silently judging him, and/or verbally jabbing at him, pointing out his flaws. Elias is quite heartbroken at this, but for some reason he tries to get Mind Lanyon Sr's approval a handful of times before finally giving up, cringing under his stern, judging gaze.

Otherwise, he's aware of his state as a concept and is quite fine with it, intent on keeping Lanyon and Elias in line, in his own detatched way.

LANYON'S MOTHER (CELIA)

Cecilia Lanyon (Mumyon) somewhat haunts around the mindscape, quite scarcely seen. Because of her distance and detatchment towards her son, she rarely shows up, and when she does it's usually in the greenhouse, since she mainly "bonded" with Lanyon by having him help tend the garden occasionally. Since at home she was also commonly hysterical, Mind Celia is generally quite blank, but occasionally snaps a bit emotionally.

When Lanyon is around her, she tends to somewhat blankly stare at him, VERY occasionally actually talking or acting motherly towards him. Elias, however, tries to drag a bit more of that motherly persona out. He yearns for validation and affection from both of his parents, and the mindscape if the only place he'll ever possibly be able to get it. She occasionally seems to give him a little of the attention he wants, talking in very short sentences when they're together in the greenhouse, maybe pointing out flowers or their symbolism. Sometimes she does seem quite cynical, however, which tends to throw Elias off.

Her and Mind Lanyon Sr don't really ever interact, unless Mind Celia just happens to silently join him on the second floor of the ballroom for "show". She mostly ignores mindkyll, but has snapped at him at least once. Otherwise, she usually just tolerates him. She likes Mind Everly well enough, it's hard to dislike her, and she enjoys listening to Mind Everly's music.

Most of the time she's not the most aware of things, but she does have her more clear moments.

(Cecilia Eleanor Lanyon was made by my friend Luka ( @lukas-broken-bow ), while mind Celia was adapted by me bc her character EATS, THANK YOU FOR DEVELOPING HER LUKA, I LOVE HER)

THE NIGHTMARES

The nightmares take on a lot of forms, with one resembling Morcant being the most notable. Along with that, however, there's also many "mad scientists", physically ruined by their science, and various magical creatures and monsters, like vampires (there's one with a resemblance to Dracula), other werewolves, and reanimated things (ones that are especially gory, since Lanyon is disgusted by things like exposed innards,wounds, and rot.) There's also a nightmare "Hyde", who is somewhat formless and mainly causes general havoc and stalks around.

With the twisting of the mindscape and so many doors scattered about, the nightmares tend to stay in lower levels, trapped behind said doors or simply lost, especially if Lanyon keeps them off of his mind. However, when thought of or triggered via seeing or hearing something (or occasionally at random), doors will open or memory rooms will move, allowing nightmares to find themselves closer to the subconcious. They're also more active in higher layers in moments of higher stress, or heavy sleep deprivation, as those " doors" become harder to unconsciously keep closed.

Mindkyll is somewhat fearful of them, some more than others, but when they're closer to his ballroom or lab, he tends to be less scared. Or, when he needs to swoop in and "save" Elias from a couple of nightmares, he tends to forget some of his fear. Mind Everly is somewhat scared of them, but is more so annoyed by them. Mind Lanyon Sr. doesn't really have to deal with them, considering his spot on the balcony, and simply watches when they come about.

THE SHADOW PEOPLE

The shadow people are vague, blurry high society folk that remain in the ballroom. They're all dressed very well, their bodies partially see-through as if they're mere ghosts.

The shadow people don't really interact with anyone but each other and Mindkyll, since he somewhat has control over them. They dance amongst each other, muttering nonsensically until their "words" all blur together. They're not very aware of anything, all in all quite mindless, but when there's anything "wrong" or "ungentlemanly", that's when they act more. Their voices start to rise, despite still being mere whispers, growing more cacophonous and anxiety-inducing as they stare. Their judgement of anything odd is ceaseless, usually only calming at Mindkyll's demand or when the oddity leaves the ballroom.

Additionally, mindkyll can manipulate them to react in other basic ways, like acting charmed or shocked, and he usually does it for his own enjoyment. When a nightmare manages to get into the ballroom, the shadow people aren't targeted. Instead they grow more sinister looking, especially expression wise, and their mutterings take on a certain sharpness, their judgements growing harsher. Usually mindkyll needs to remove of the nightmare for them to act normally again.

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And that is the basics of the Mindscape! Once again, I'd absolutely LOVE any questions in reblogs, comments, or even my asks :3 thank you so much for reading all of this, I hope you enjoyed!!

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