This is a poly LaDS post so beware 💀
I want to ramble about a hypothetical house they all would live in together with MC… that’s it.
First and foremost it would have to be custom built. Like there’s no way with all their various little idiosyncrasies would all match up for a house that’s already built. Absolutely not.
That being said, during its building, it’s basically a Rafayel Vs Sylus Vs Zayne thunderdome match. Rafayel is the reigning hot-head, micromanager and self-appointed specialist on aesthetics. Sylus has very different opinions on aesthetics, but also doesn’t actually care that much outside his own areas- he just likes rage-baiting the Lemurian.
Zayne… just wants the house to be built. Sometime in the near future, please.
Xavier and Caleb are mostly just happy to be there… and are contended to slip notes with little preferences to the three in charge. (Mostly to Zayne, perhaps Sylus… not really Rafayel. He’s turned into a Monster).
Xavier requests a sizable library, with comfortable seating. His wish is granted by the entire top floor being turned into a library, with floor to ceiling windows, skylights, and a balcony with many doors to be opened. He glows a little, literally, when he sees the plans, and immediately takes over planning the shelves and sectioning. Zayne… doesn’t completely understand the logic he uses to organize. However, Xavier promises to put all the medical and medicine-adjacent texts in one area, so the green-eyed man lets it be.
Rafayel later adds stained glass art pieces of the stars and galaxies to the windows. Beautiful, colorful depictions of little planets covered in blue flowers. Shooting stars leave glittering, swirling patterns across the room, fragmented rainbows in their wake. The room is bathed in color, becoming an art piece with every sunrise and sunset.
Caleb just requests somewhere to be able to land his planes on the property. Zayne, understanding that this man is once again minimizing his own needs, incorporates a small hangar and runway into a corner of the property. Caleb almost cries when he sees the blueprints. Voice cracking a little, he starts planning an addition to his new space- a prosthetic repair bay tucked into the corner of the hangar, for his arm.
Sylus is the one to step in that time, fully aware of Caleb’s intentions to hide himself away from the rest of them to lick his wounds if (when) he’s injured. Perhaps even hide the fact he’s injured at all, no matter the severity. Which just won’t do. So, with a pointed look, he takes Caleb’s repair bay plans and incorporates them into a spare room in his own area.
Sylus’ garage takes up one entire half of the basement. Zayne’s medical center takes up the other half. Logically, it makes sense. If anything were to happen, both areas could be easily locked down. If anyone got injured outside of the house, they could be brought in via Sylus’ garage and right into the medical bay.
However, being on the same floor is where the similarities end.
The medical bay is bright and open-concept. A few rooms are scattered here and there, storage rooms and surgical suites, various scanners too thanks to the groups’ communal deep pockets. However, the main room mostly utilizes curtains for privacy. Tracks run all around the ceiling, outlining the hospital beds below them. Zayne even has an office, tucked into the corner so he can keep an eye on any patients as he works.
Sylus’ workshop is the complete opposite. Dark and downright labyrinthian, the only clear pathway within it is the one that leads from where vehicles can come in, to Zayne.
Off the main garage, dark hallways branch off every which way. None of them can really make heads or tails of it in the blueprints, but Sylus insists. It’s slightly easier to physically navigate, with practice, but more than one has gotten lost in a random dead-end.
From the main garage, one of the hallways leads to Sylus’ workshop. Here, parts and pieces are scattered everywhere. A spare motorcycle engine, an extra beak for Mephisto, and whatever weapon he’s tweaking at the moment make up some.
Further off this room is his boxing gym, as well as Caleb’s repair room. The repair room is in especially good view from Sylus’ primary work station. He’s watched Caleb do repairs before, biting back the pain as his entire body tries to curl in on itself. The convulsions as arcs of electricity tear through his body. It’s only a matter of time before he passes out from that, and Sylus wants to know when it happens. Zayne too, really.
Rafayel’s studio is the one by far that takes the longest to finalize. The man is picky, and his moods are fluid and ever-shifting. What he wants in his studio changes by the day, even by the hour at times. Even where he wanted it in the house shifted over time- to Zayne’s chagrin.
In the end, it ends up being directly below the library. A beautifully ornate, wrought-iron spiral staircase connects the two floors. Sylus and Rafayel work on it for months in Sylus’ forge, a beautiful work born of Rafayel’s eye and Sylus’ skill.
The room itself is a mess, but it’s Rafayel’s mess, and beautiful in its own unique way. Zayne tries to avoid going in there, lest his eye starts twitching like Sylus’ has been known to do. He enjoys the pieces Rafayel puts up around the house, and that’s enough for him.
Below his studio is the main floor, housing the kitchen, living room, and their bedrooms, each with their own en suite.
Well, they say they each have their own bedrooms. They mostly all end up in Xavier’s bed- by his not-so-sly intention. Xavier plans for this, wants this exact situation to happen. He buys the largest, softest bed available, with linens to match the coziness. Blackout curtains and soft lamps decorate the room, and the scent of lavender and vanilla permeate.
It’s a giant, cozy trap- much like Xavier himself. He is a nap fiend, and not even the strongest warriors can resist him when he sets his sights. Some victims even claim having gone to sleep in their own beds- and woken up in his!
Xavier denies all accusations, on the grounds of “but did you sleep better though?”
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