Did I Say I Literally Love The Misunderstandings Of The Novel With All My Life??

Wrote a thing again:

Alberu & Cale Henituse, Alberu & Tasha

Alberu-centric (1883 words) <t rating>

Summary:

Alberu Crossman was used to living in an empty palace. There were servants, there were workers, knights, record keepers and mages, yet ultimately it was empty.

He was surrounded by undercover dark elves risking everything to help him, his aunt giving him unconditional love and support yet he still felt alone.

He wanted to make the future a better place but did not think himself worthy of existing in it. He learned and trained and did everything in his power to live up to the title of ‘crown prince’ and be better than everyone around him. After all, if he himself is not needed he just had to make his skills indispensable and earn his right to exist through them.

And then, he met Cale Henituse.

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Or inspired by the stupid feeling when you wanna go home but you're already there, so now what? except it's Alberu and he found his home in the people around him

Friendly reminder that Mary is older than both Cale AND Alver. Do you think Alver used to call her Noona (when he went to the underground city) when he was younger?

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Cale and big moves🎵🎶

I don't know if it was said before but let me say it anyway gang. everything that Cale trys to do becomes a bigger thing like

if you told him to poke a hole in the wall he'd end up taking the entire thing down

all his moves end up becoming bigger because he makes structural changes🎵 digs into the foundation of systems and uproots that entire thing 🎶 just because he doesn't like it and isn't willing to work surround by it, that's also kind of the reason that his dream is being a slacker and his action are the kind that would never let him achieve it. He really only wants to become a slacker with a world order that he finds acceptable🎶🎶 that's why he didn't want to get tangled up into the world of BoaH, because he knows himself, his strict bottom lines and stubbornness to achieve his goals. in this essay i will-

hjyj yuri

CALE HENITUSE *SCREAMS* Available on my shop

Always thought of the idea that Cale, despite being oblivious to everything else, is actually extremely aware of his surroundings all the time.

And maybe this was discovered by the kids when they found out that he wouldn't get jump-scared no matter what they did (he tried to act scared for them but his stoic face couldn't quite convince anyone).

And everyone around him thinking how it must be some sort of trauma response to staying in the front lines of every battle ever.

(They aren't exactly wrong about the trauma part)

A subconscious habit developed as Kim Rok Soo, just another means to live another day.

But now, he lets himself space out for longer durations. Not observing his surroundings like a hawk and just, well, breathing.

And when he does blank out, he ends up flinching at almost every sound ever.

And that led to the belief that their vigilant Commander carries such a burden on his shoulders that he sometimes doesn't even notice his own family walking upto him (who are mostly trained individuals, or a traumatised high schooler, or two kittens–who all had to learn to walk stealthily just to survive, much like he once did).

Ironically, he always gets scared whenever Ron enters, even more so when he's already aware of the butler's presence.

The old man sometimes deliberately makes no noise when entering, just to see Cale flinching so hard and then acting nonchalant afterwards.

But Cale doesn't dislike it. Simply blanking out amidst this comforting safety that he had always wished for. With his family always beside him.

Beacrox is smiling so much more now:

Alberu rolls in with a level 99 equipment to a level 3 battlefield

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

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This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

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From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

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