Seraphina’s Thomas Hale’s Masterclass: The Mind and You

Date: 2026-02-13 00:20

(Seraphina’s Thomas Hale’s Masterclass: The Mind and You)

[Fri Feb 13 2026]

In the master bedroom of an old brownstone
The master bedroom is generous in scale, yet its volume feels tempered by the density of books and collected objects that occupy its edges. A tall four-poster bed anchors the room, its layered quilts and softened lace coverlet lending weight rather than ornament. Deep green walls absorb most of the light from a pair of low, shaded lamps, leaving the corners in a muted, velvety shadow. A faint draft slips in beneath the window, stirring the air. Low bookshelves run along the far wall and into the corners, packed with volumes on theology, folklore, and obscure histories–some marked with scraps of cloth or pressed flowers that have long since lost their color.

It is about 60F(15C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Birch and Atlantic/span

The O-M-G is what makes Mercy snap her head up from the phone. She’d almost forgotten Thomas was possessed. Or this was his doppelganger. Or really eccentric identical twin. What ever the reason it’s still breaking her brain a little. Then she angles the back of the phone towards herself for a proper look at it like she’d forgotten what it said, and that it’s glittery. “Ah shit, was at the used phone store when someone was hookin’ me up with my first an’ wanted to be cheeky. Ain’ seen one like it since, sorry man.”

Avalon says “I think I saw one the other day, but can’t recall the shop“

“I can’t imagine why you would think it would be embarrassing to be caught in bed with the person that you are dating and living with.” Seraphina remarks, looking a bit amused at Avalon. She ticks her chin over to Mercy, “She here then to hold the camera, I take it?” She puts her duffel down, having found no reason to dig within it.

Thomas complains to Seraphina, Avalon, and Mercy, “I’m confused.”

“No, she wanted to tag along… I pressume she likes watching” Avalon comments with a glance towards Mercy and a smile, before telling “Besides, it’s impersonal if someone takes it… I want that thing in which it is self aimed, feels closer” He shares with Seraphina before commenting to Thomas, trying to simplify it “Do you want to be in a picture?”

Mercy looks between Avalon and Seraphina when the latter presumes she is to be the photographer of this impromptu boudoir session. “I kinda jus’ tagged along to make sure he ain’ get himself into too much trouble. Or you know, break yer fine china an’ all th- no I ain’t!” She snaps to Avalon.

Immediately, Thomas’s face brightens to Avalon. “Sure!”

“I only broke a door, alright? It’s not like I peed on the door like I did with Lawson” Avalon snaps back at Mercy with a pointed finger, before glancing back at Thomas and putting on a smile, almost like talking to a kid- He really is not good at regulating how he speaks “Great. Then we just need your girlfriend to join us, and we take it”

laughs softly and nods to Mercy, “Well, appreciated, but luckily we don’t have any fine, fancy china!” Because Thomas is so eager and happy to oblige in Avalon’s odd need, so it seems Seraphina is happy enough. Or resigned? But she takes Thomas’s hand.

Mercy dismisses Avalon with a roll of her eyes, which land on Thomas’ shoes afterwards. She lets them linger a few seconds before telling him, with a higher pitched and more overly feminine, lispy inflection, “I like yer shoes.”

“Thank you!” Thomas says brightly to Mercy, going to put his arm around Seraphina, shirtless. He strikes a pose, arching his back, his ass out a little in tight jeans. ”

“Thank you!” Thomas says brightly to Mercy, going to put his arm around Seraphina, shirtless. He strikes a pose, arching his back, his ass out a little in tight jeans.

Mercy knows Avalon isn’t going to properly encourage either party during this break-in photo shoot, so when Thomas and Seraphina start getting into position there comes the loud CRACK, CRACK of a perfectly executed Z-snap. “Yaaaaas come through, y’all! Fabulous.”

And with a smirk as he glances towards Thomas and Seraphina, Avalon shakes his head a couple times and tells “Well, no, not like that… I’m going to stand in between you… And someone needs to snap the phone for me, I cannot take it backwards” He seems adamant on this, likely because he’s already dropped it enough today. There’s a moment of thought, before he tells Thomas directly “Though I do think that you two should be naked, to capture all your essence… Like… This” He says going through his gallery for a couple seconds, before showing the screen to the professor

Mercy says “I am jus’ -LIVIN- fer what yer servin’ here tonight. Gagged.“

“I bought them for him tonight. As a gift, pre-lecture.” Seraphina says to Mercy. Clearly, she purchased it all. Down to the undies. She puts her hand on his rear, giving his tush a squeeze since he’s sticking it out. “So how do you want to do this?”

“You bes’ believe there ain’ nothin’ that speaks of love more than the gift of good footwear. Get it gorl.” Mercy states to Seraphina with an approving nod.

“I think he wants us naked,” Thomas giggles to Seraphina. When she squeezes his bottom, there’s a little push back into it.

“Yeah, in my pursuit for art, I’ve come to realize it’s the best way” Avalon comments with a nod, it’s definitely not that the first person happened to be naked and he’s rolling with it

“You broke in too early, fae luck and all that, hm?” Seraphina says to Avalon, though it is with some hesitancy in which she says this.

Thomas compromises to Avalon, “What if like… we just sex it up a little? Strip down to our skivvies for like, a like totally tasteful glamour shot?” He looks to Seraphina for approval of his suggestion.

Thomas chortles to himself. “Skivvies is a funny wordle.”

“Look, it’s them…” Avalon tells Mercy, turning around to look at her for a moment and stare at her as if that explained everything, then he tilts his head for a moment towards Seraphina, deadpaning at her and telling “I can come back in twenty minu-” There’s a glance at Thomas “Ten minutes”

With obvious confusion, Thomas asks, “What happens in ten minutes?”

Thomas exclaims, “Ooh!”

Then, keeping the glance on Thomas, Avalon replies the latest question with a “Oh, nothing impressive, don’t worry” Batting his hand away, before telling him “And I mean, if you want to keep your underwear on… Well, you know, if you don’t want to show it for some reason…”

Seraphina chews on her bottom lip, worrying the flesh there some, her gaze drifting from Avalon to Mercy, then over to Thomas. She pats his hand softly. “I suppose…” she allows as much. “He thinks we’ll be fucking in ten minutes, bookworm.” To Mercy, she remarks, “I thought about that at the gym. But god, the way some people are, I’d be cleaning jell-o out of every room for weeks.” She levels a look at Avalon. “I do need to get to bed, soon, Avalon.