"Your voice..is so far away." . . . ⚠Warning!! Will contains mature stuff including graphic violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. Read at your own risk.
Cale and group need to attend an event at the free city. Cale is sure he is going to come back with severe damage to his mental health, but instead is faced with some realisations.
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 for TCF This might only be updated at times when I'm feeling motivated...
Rosalyn smiled unusually brightly as she came in together with Hannah who, for some reason, was giving him a knowing smile. Behind them was Ron who was holding a lemon tea with his usual benign smile, but Cale could feel some killing intent coming from him. And why is Beacrox carrying his great sword as if he was off...
Alberu helplessly says after the merchant bid them a good day. "I wasn't trying to get you to play at being lovers." "And yet, we seem to have quite the image to uphold," Cale gestured with his eyes at the people watching them with a heated gaze as Cale leans closer towards Alberu as he fixes the brooch on his vest. "...