Have you ever wondered whatif our lovely commander was a bit more... musically inclined? That even various versions of himself sings about their daily lives and such?
Basically just Cale singing, though in different AUs
A mostly Fluff or angst FF f...
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(Og!Cale)
Cale's head started to ache as he remembers all those words they started to say after his mother passed away.
Just a month later, his father had remarried and brought him a little step-brother, and was expecting another next year.
Even though he tried his best to accept that his mother wasn't coming back and that his father sought for another's comfort instead of him.
Their voices echoed throughout his head, always hearing their never ending pity.
"Your little brother never tells you, but he loves you so."
He may now be my brother, but he would fix this hole in my heart, not even if his father looked after him again like he used to.
"You say your father only smiled around you with his new wife around?"
Whenever he brought up his feelings to others, they always say he is overreacting, and that he should get over it.
"Your father is only happy when his head is filled with dope."
Or they would blame his father without doing anything for himself, only speaking yet never doing anything.
"I hope I make it to the day I turn 18 years old."
Only then would I be able to leave this place, and be away from all the bad memories, until then I can only hope that life here gets better.
"My head is dripping like a saturated sunrise..."
"My tears are spilling like an overflowing sink."
The pain I felt when I met them for the first time, felt more than when mother died that day. Since his only family left him for a new one, in just a month.
He didn't have enough time to overcome the first, who's to say he could live past the second.
Cale remembered the words his mother told him once when he had fallen from a tree.
"Remember my sweet apple. You're ripped every edge, but you're a masterpiece."
"And now you're tearing through the pages and the ink."
It told him that even if he is injured again and again, he's still him, with all his flaws and imperfections, and she loved him nonetheless.
The thought made him cry out loud, everything fell apart when she had died. Like his world turned to a neverending shade of blue and sadness.
"Everything is blue! My pill, my hands, my jeans."
"And now I'm covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams..."
"And it's blue... It's all blue..."
Yet everything seemed to change again, all he felt was the numbing pain in his heart every time he thought of it.
"Everything is gray! His hair, his smoke, his dreams."
"And now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means."
"And then he's blue... He's blue..."
He remembered his friend, now not, Beacrox. He remembered how he taught him how to cook, play outside, and climb a tree!
Yet he left him alone after his mom died, he vaguely heard from Ron, that he wanted to give him some space since he knew how it felt.
But all he felt from that was the numbing sadness that made his heart ache.
"You were red, and you like me because I was blue.
"But you touched me, and suddenly I was a lilac sky!"
"Then you decided purple just wasn't for you."
He felt betrayed when he say Beacrox spending time with Basen, when he reached out to talk to them, they ignored him and walked away.
Why?
Why do you ignore me?
Why do you prefer him over me?
His tears fell down his face, as he cried himself to sleep. Why do they all look at Base ,the way they used to look at me?
"Everything is blue! My pill, my hands, my jeans."
Didn't he mean something to them?
"And now I'm covered in the colors, pulled apart at the seams..."
Didn't they promise to always be there?
"And it's blue... It's all blue..."
Why? Wasn't he good enough?
"Everything is gray! His hair, his smoke, his dreams."
Was it his fault his life is like this?
"And now he's so devoid of color, he don't know what it means."
Was he the reason his mother died?
"And then he's blue... He's blue..."
Cale chuckled sadly to himself, "I guess it was all my fault right? If it wasn't, then why am I like this?"
He watched as his father, his step family, Ron, Beacrox, and the knights celebrated Basen's birthday, while he watched from his room.
They looked so happy with him not there, yet whenever he is near, they are silent and look at him full of pity.
That's okay, that's why he was planning on running away tonight, when everyone was too busy to care about him.
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Along the way, he somehow ended meeting his alternate self from the future and gets adopted by a golden dragon?!
