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independent & selective rp blog for alfendi layton of the layton brothers: mystery room. varied activity, triggering content, 21+ only. written by ella, she/they.

exploring themes of fractured identity, trauma, personal growth and intimacy.

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emotionealie

she purses her lips, struggling not to have the last word on the topic. he's shifting focus back to her before she's ready for it, creasing her brow.

"um, well—" a flicker of deliberation. maybe in time, he will learn that she'd rather the discomfort of his looking than the wall between them. and if she's not going to press him to look now, that means thinking of something to ask.

"yeah. yeah, i do have questions." but she doesn't know how to ask them, which means they can't start there. anything that she understands about a condition like alfendi's is that it's a scar upon his psyche, some wound ancient or fresh. blindly plunging her grimy hands into the depths of that can't be comfortable.

"how... how sensitively should i speak? i mean, what is this like for you? you told me some, the other night, but i want to understand better and..." licking her lips, lifting her gaze from its thoughtful rest to look to him for help. "i think i want you to give me the vocabulary before we go further. is that okay?"

dualital

SENSITIVITY WAS NOT COMMONPLACE, and not because he wasn't capable of it, but because he truthfully had little need for it most of the time. His job required him to be direct, his family were accustomed to his jagged edges, and he had no social life to speak of.

It seemed as if change was on the horizon, however, and he had every intention of adjusting himself accordingly.

"My colleagues typically refer to the two... aspects of my nature as Placid and Potty, although I cannot pretend I am particularly fond of those nicknames," he remarked softly, swirling his coffee around in its cup. "I would prefer you call me Alfendi, if it's all the same. I believe my counterpart feels the same way."

There was a pause, and the inspector's movements stilled. He went quite still, in fact, as if frozen in time for a moment, before eventually leaning forward to place his coffee cup down on the table in front of him.

"The communication is largely one-way, I'm afraid. I cannot recall meeting you, or anything that may have transpired afterwards," he explained, sitting back on his sofa and placing his hands in his lap. Finally, his eyes returned to Nealie, settling on her as a small, apologetic smile crossed his gentle face. "When you called the office, the only reason I knew who you were was because the, uh... other me had left a note."

#𝒾𝒸.#emotionealie

vulpesse

　𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐘 ? the intimate turmoil raging within the man's soul passed unnoticed, for the nymph was much too caught in her own grief: that life could have been spared, if only the driver of that car had paid a little more attention to their most immediate surroundings ( ... ) such a person was ill - suited to inhabit this world, the all - mother's garden. a louder beat of her belligerent heart left her petite physique tremulous, deceitfully fragile ; for a moment, her fingers quivered with the animalistic need to rip something apart⸻ to condemn the culprit, and demand a divine exculpation through the absolute mutilation of their flesh.

but the man in front of her suddenly spoke, breaking their odd embrace and murmuring the echo of a faint apology. her gaze briefly lingered 'pon him, but soon enough she was turning around: facing the same horrendous sight that he had tried oh so hard to hide from her, and ultimately feeling her heart sink into the obscure depth of her rotten soul. ❝ no one should die unseen, unmourned ... ❞ and mayhap, it was the sound of her voice that suddenly warned her about the dangerous crack growing wider across her façade, across that beautiful porcelain mask that she had crafted to ensure her survival amidst humans.

slowly, she turned around once more. dainty hands were risen, brought to hover in front of eyes that were now sharpened by both half - shed tears and ire. a slow shake of her head, a quiet reprimand for her vulnerability. ❝ you were right, i shouldn't have turned around. ❞ whilst her hands were finally lowered and her lithe shoulders slumped downwards, ahri re - molded her mien into an apologetic simper. ❝ you were kind to me, please don't apologize. ❞

dualital

HE HAD BEEN ACCUSED OF MANY THINGS, none too pleasant to mention nor recall, but kindness was not one of them. It felt uncomfortable for such a delicate word to be attributed to him, and Alfendi wondered if perhaps he was going soft as he grew older. Like father, like son, perhaps? Perish the thought. No, Alfendi Layton was and forever would be a sharp tac, useful yet pointed. One moment of tenderness did not undo a lifetime of pinning.

Gathering himself, aided by the stranger turning away from him, the inspector straightened his back and thumbed his shirt back into his trousers, it having sought escape during their odd embrace. He did well to give the incident no more of his attention, feeling somewhat foolish over his sensitivity when it was his job to handle death with dignity and decorum. He had been flicking through some particularly gruesome crime scene photos that very morning, while eating breakfast.

And yet the sight of her damp eyes, delicate hands hovering in front of them as she sought out privacy within her grief, made him feel as if someone were gripping his heart with their bare hands and squeezing. He looked away, a hand running through his hair with a small, troubled sigh, as if irritated. He was, but not by her; his own idiocy would have him throw himself into traffic at any given moment.

"Yes, well..." The inspector glanced once again at the road behind her, and his hand moved from his wild curls in favour of gesturing her to draw closer, long fingers flexing gracefully. "You ought not stand so close to the road; London is full of terrible drivers."

Despite himself, he placed his hand gently on her shoulder, urging her to not only step towards him, but follow him as he made an effort to put some distance between the two of them and the bloody mess left behind by ignorance.

"Come, let's get you a cup of tea."

#𝒾𝒸.#vulpesse

leneemusing

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS

GENERAL

[ TOUCH ] for sender to trace one of receiver’s scars

[ TOUCHED ] for receiver to trace one of sender’s scars

[ DISCOVER ] for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time

[ DISCOVERED ] for receiver to see sender’s scars for the first time

[ CARESS ] for sender to kiss one of receiver’s scars

[ CARESSED ] for receiver to kiss one of sender’s scars

[ SHOW ] for sender to purposefully reveal their scars for receiver to see

[ SHOWN ] for receiver to purposefully reveal their scars for sender to see

SCENARIOS

[ MEND ] for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ MENDED ] for receiver to treat sender’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath

[ BLUNDER ] for sender to walk in on receiver in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ BLUNDERED ] for receiver to walk in on sender in a state of undress thus seeing their scars for the first time

[ KISS ] our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals sender’s scars to receiver

[ KISSED ] our muses are having sex for the first time which then reveals receiver’s scars to sender

[ BATHE ] our muses take a shower together and sender looks over receiver’s scars

[ BATHED ] our muses take a shower together and receiver looks over sender’s scars.

WORDS

❝ your scars are nothing to be ashamed of. ❞

❝ why do you hide your scars? ❞

❝ i see every mark as something to be proud of, proof of all i survived. ❞

❝ can i ask what happened here— how did you get this one? ❞

❝ sometimes i get these phantom pains i guess you could say. little aches and i find them oddly comforting. because my soul still hurts even if my body is healed. ❞

❝ i wish i could get rid of my scars. they’re just reminders of everything i want to forget. ❞

❝ is it alright if i touch this scar? ❞

❝ it’s okay— you can touch it if you want. doesn’t hurt anymore. ❞

❝ please don’t touch it. ❞

❝ you don’t have to tell me how you got it. i just wanted to see. ❞

❝ looks worse than it was. ❞

❝ i want to kill every person responsible for leaving you scarred. ❞

❝ i made sure the people who left marks on me wouldn’t get the chance to do it again. ❞

❝ woah— what the hell happened there? ❞

❝ you don’t have to hide them around me. the scars are just part of who you are. and i like all of what i see. ❞

❝ i don’t really like letting people see them. ❞

❝ it’s okay— honestly i forget they’re there most of the time. ❞

#𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈.#alfendi obviously has the surgery scar on his chest #but he also has a large scar on his left forearm #a failed suicide attempt that placid interrupted #specify which scar pls <3

i'll take the bed, the floor is all yours.

@perfectmetaphore

SURELY, HE HAD THAT BACKWARDS. It was not often that people invited themselves into one's space, and did so with such little consideration that even a man who dealt with murderers on a daily basis was taken a little aback.

"Of course," came the easy reply, outwardly unperturbed, expression as gentle and unchanging as ever. "Although, I do think I will opt for the sofa, rather than the floor... if it's all the same to you."

#𝒾𝒸.#perfectmetaphore #see now potty would've told him to piss off #but placid has Manners

" i wasn't ready to love you. " :)

@vulpesse

THE WORDS SAT HEAVY IN THE AIR like the morning damp. They clung to him in the same, uncomfortable way, making him feel both cold and claustrophobic. The mundanity of them only made it worse, said to him in his kitchen, while he held a cup of coffee. In that moment, Alfendi wished he had never gotten out of bed.

"I never asked you to," he said quietly, never quite able to bring himself to raise his voice at a woman so gentle, but equally unable to keep the spite out of his tone. "I don't need to be 'loved', Ahri. I'm quite satisfied with my own company." The sharp remark was punctuated by a brief pause, only for the inspector to add, "I have plenty of it, after all."

#𝒾𝒸.#vulpesse #alfendi “i will reject myself before you can reject me” layton

❝ nothing hurts more than being left wondering why. ❞

@punchedharder

"CLEARLY, YOU'VE NEVER BEEN SHOT."

It may have sounded dismissive, to the untrained ear. A joke intended to escape the possibility of connection, of deepening one's understanding, but that was far from the truth. Alfendi had, more times than he cared to count, asked 'why?' - and what had that unending line of questioning taught him?

Knowing the answer did not take the pain away.

"The hardest thing, is to accept that which we cannot change," the inspector told her quietly, a rigidness to his tone that suggested he had told himself this mantra time and time again, practised in the way he monitored himself. "Knowing why rarely changes anything. Better to pour your energy into questions with useful answers."

#𝒾𝒸.#punchedharder #al bro you're so deep

take this with you. it's a good luck charm. potty

@divineate

HARDLY THE MOST SUPERSTITIOUS OF PEOPLE, Alfendi regarded the so-called 'charm' with an amount of skepticism that he would consider healthy - that being, a great deal indeed.

Held between his fingers with a remarkable amount of delicacy, his doubt not (yet) evoking outright disrespect, the charm was looked over by a dark set of analytical eyes, narrowed and focused, before they shifted their focus entirely towards the gift-giver herself.

"This is a pen, my dear," he eventually remarked. "What would you have me do, draw myself a way out of trouble?"

#𝒾𝒸.#divineate #i apologise for his candour #and general vibe

[ TXT ] : thinking abt u. thinking abt ur hands [ TXT ] : i love u so muchhhhh (u dont have to say it back) [ TXT ] : is it bad i threw up in a bush

@emotionealie

[ TXT ] : Why specifically my hands?

[ TXT ] : Have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : It is 6PM.

[ TXT ] : Text me your location, I am coming to you.

[ TXT ] : I will say it back in person, but only if you text me your location.

#𝒾𝒸.#emotionealie #hmm take a guess which alfendi is texting lmao

dualital

ooc. right, got a bunch of new followers and a ton of things in the queue... maybe send ya boi some memes?

#𝑜𝑜𝒸.#love me pls :)

mindfcked

independent & selective original character, elsbeth 'elsie' bunney. drug addicted, free spirited, heavy hearted. penned by ella. multiverse & mutuals-only. 21+

#𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝑜.#alfendi's childhood friend #who bullies him constantly #alfendi was saved by hershel in more ways than one #but no one came to save elsie #she's still figuring out how to save herself

videog4mes

✧✧✧ REJECTION / HESITATION. a series of dialogue and concept based prompts. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.) some nsfw concepts within.

dialogue.

i wasn't ready to love you.

our love was not a waste.

maybe one day our heart will find one another.

sometimes love is only meant to be felt, not revealed.

nothing hurts more than being left wondering why.

i really wanted it to be you.

because of you, i'll be searching for pieces of you in everyone i meet.

i hope you think of me and it fucks you up.

i fell for a lie and was broken by the truth.

please tell me i'm not so forgettable.

i'm not used to being loved... i wouldn't know what to do.

if this is love, i don't want it.

concepts.

break up to make up - our muses are in an endless cycle, too afraid to commit to one another for good, and too afraid to let one another go. maybe there is love, maybe they just haven't defined their feelings.

soaked in the rain - our muses break up on the gloomiest rainy day. it's fitting for the heartbreaking vibes.

breakup sex - because our muses probably just don't know how to let go.

#𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈.#fucking ow?

videog4mes

CLOSE PROXIMITY PROMPTS. a series of dialogue and concept based prompts. change verbiage and pronouns as needed. (send + reverse if desired.)

dialogue.

you can take the bed, i'll sleep on the floor.

i'll take the bed, the floor is all yours.

you think you could maybe... let me squeeze in a little?

you couldn't have found a different tiny closet to hide out in?

i'm not trying to be this close to you, there's just no space in here.

is that your foot touching mine?

for what it's worth... you smell really nice.

did you even shower? ugh!

huh... i never noticed the color of your eyes before.

hurry up! just get in, sit in my lap if you have to!

i really don't want to be alone tonight…

please… stay with me?

come on, i'm not leaving you alone.

concepts.

trace. sender is much closer to receiver than usual and notices something different and gently traces their finger along that part of reciever's face. (beauty mark, scar, dimples, etc.)

couch. sender and receiver wake up after accidentally napping on the couch together.

floor. for whatever reason, sender and receiver choose not to share the same bed or couch. one party takes the floor and both keep striking up conversation, whether it is bickering or heartfelt.

twin bed. sender and receiver share a twin bed, likely too small for them and causing them to be closer than usual.

small space. sender and receiver have to hide in a closet or locker that hardly has anyroom for them. they're hiding from something or someone, but they can't help but to notice the way the other's heartbeat.

#𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈.

okoden

the dramatics are expected. welcome, even. because what is the point of hanging out with someone if they don't match your energy? julian knew what he was doing when he'd suggested a less conventional idea for their outing, only half-joking. even so, he pauses right in front of alfendi just outside of the café they're heading into and reaches up, up, up. a single painted fingernail gently presses into alfendi's brow bone as if to prove a point, smug smile tugging at julian's lips. ❝ all i'm saying is that you could pull off an eyebrow piercing. you've got that cute nerd thing going for you. trust me, people eat that shit up. ❞

without adding another bullet point to his argument, julian gracefully steps back out of alfendi's space as if he'd never been there to begin with and pushes the café door open for them, taking his sunglasses off to look up at the menu. they couldn't be more different, standing side by side as they are— julian in his super low rise jeans and a cropped tee underneath his leather jacket, alfendi towering over him in his trousers and oversized jumper. if one would pass them by on the sidewalk or at the grocery store together, it would seem like they don't know each other at all.

dualital

WAS THE THERAPY DOING ANYTHING? Characteristically affronted by being teased, challenged and touched (all at once, mind), Alfendi gave Julian's hand a light smack. "Cute nerd thing?" Perish the thought. Glancing down at himself, the inspector was reminded that it was not he who dressed himself that morning, and his broad shoulders dropped as he let out a quiet, resigned sigh. "You may have a point, I fear." Was he wearing anything underneath? Perhaps he might yet shed the comfy - albeit unflattering - layer.

He followed his friend into the cafe, unbothered by the stares they received, a Laurel and Hardy type pair that drew the attention of strangers wherever they went. "What are you having?" Alfendi asked, taking his wallet out of his back pocket.

#𝒾𝒸.#okoden

ooc. right, got a bunch of new followers and a ton of things in the queue... maybe send ya boi some memes?

#𝑜𝑜𝒸.#specify potty or placid #or risk a russian roulette ehe #no prior interaction needed #all types of interactions welcome #shoot him #kiss him #play chess with him #whatever tickles your fancy

Sexual Preferences: bold - applies always. italic - applies sometimes. strikethrough - never applies. no change - unsure/not applicable

Stolen from @devilscheck & just say I tagged you <3

#𝓈𝓉𝓊𝒹𝓎.#only applicable to potty #placid is king of the asexuals

emotionealie

"ummm," eager enough to answer that she speaks before she knows what to say, "...nope!!" there's a smile, unapologetic but a hint embarrassed. he agreed while she's got this much skin showing, that means he hadn't expected her to change first, right?

"i mean, unless it's weird for you." she would cover up if it would help him, of course. but she'd just as easily lay beside him naked. despite that this side of alfendi is a stranger to her in some ways, nealie's confident that he couldn't live with two entirely different natures within him. knowing how fiercely protective he can be in one moment, surely the alfendi of the next moment couldn't mean her harm. it would fray him at the edges in ways that she'd notice.

"you can wear whatever you want." he hadn't asked for her opinion, but she offers it anyway. "if that's what you're worried about."

her gaze turns back to his shelves. there are almost too many options that excite her, but with the exhaustion heavy on her frame, choosing is an ordeal. a few books are plucked and she starts skimming their descriptions.

"are you going to—" looking at him over the hardcover, "...sleep with me? you can, if you'd like."

dualital

THERE WERE THINGS HE INTENDED TO SAY, responses and reassurances of a gentle nature, but Nealie's question - paired with her gaze - caused Alfendi's head to empty almost immediately.

"I-I'm sorry?" Despite having heard her perfectly well, Alfendi felt the question needed to be asked, even if he didn't wait for Nealie to actually answer it. "Oh, I'm not--" Not what, pray tell? "I don't, well... it's nothing personal, but I... I don't... no."

Very eloquent, brother dearest. Not off-putting at all!

Alfendi took a few small yet decisive steps backwards, heading towards the nearest exit. It wasn't that Nealie wasn't attractive, or that he couldn't understand why someone (his other self included) might wish to be intimate with her, but the idea of such an affair filled him with a strange combination of nausea and panic.

"I'm going to take a shower," he finally remarked, and he left to do just that.

#𝒾𝒸.#emotionealie #i think his heart stopped

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