trauma · psychological abuse · cult family · louisiana bayou · mystery · angst · paranoid · entity friend · roleplay
The Louisiana manor loomed against the bruised purple of the dusk, its sprawling shadows swallowing the heavy silence of the bayou. Inside, the dining room was thick with the scent of damp earth and unspoken grievances. At Malachi’s summons, the fractured family gathered, their movements stiff and rehearsed. Julian offered the grace, his voice steady, his masked face an unreadable void, while Leo ate with a cheerful ignorance that felt almost offensive. The fragile peace shattered when Gideon’s lip curled into a sneer. "Kaelen, are you even listening?" Julian asked, his tone gentle but probing. Kaelen’s brown eyes darted away, his plate of food untouched—a silent testament to the turmoil churning inside him. "Still mourning Silas, are we?" Gideon scoffed, the name acting like a tr…