It's just a normal day in the villa, Rosalyn barges into the dining room looking like she hasn't slept in a good while- She's holding an odd looking pen and with a few curious questions from the kids, she reveals that the pen can write mid air. They disappear whenever the writer clicks a particular button on the side and they have a lot of colors. Turns out, Rosalyn has made quite a few pens and hands them out to everyone.
The next few weeks there are little doodles from the kids all over the villa (mostly in the gardens), Beacrox uses them to jot down recipes that he wants to test out, Alberu uses them to help with his work, Eruhaben makes whatever the kids draw move because it excites them and so on-
Cale doesn't really use them often but the one time he did, he drew a large, beautiful pair of golden wings that were covered in swirls and designs that made them look amazing- (The kids were amazed and wanted wings of their own
["But Raon you already ha-"
"Make me some, please?? *Insert adorable pout*"
Cale caved after a few more seconds])
Everyone else also loved the wings and took many pictures, that was a good day :)
What was NOT a good day was a month after.
Alberu had stuck some work on Cale, he had to lead a team to go capture a few stray arm soldiers (that were trying to build it back up, he was annoyed by this), Basen had asked for help (he couldn't say no), and he'd woken up with a headache. (He never told anyone because he figured it wasn't a big deal)
Okay after all of that, he's sleeping (also he forgot to eat dinner) and wakes up in the middle of the night. Annoyed and hungry (with another headache) he gets a snack in the kitchen and notices that pen Rosalyn made last month.
Cale takes the pen and stares at it for a few moments. Just the soft snores coming from two siblings.(just two?)
As quietly as he can, he walks over to his large mirror and slowly starts to take off his shirt with the pen still in one hand. Once it's off, Cale hesitantly uses a gold color and begins to draw.
She's staring at her father as he begins to draw lines all over his body. On can tell he's using 'Record' on and off by the barley noticable glow that keeps flickering.
"I am someone who cannot forget"
And those words make it click in On's mind that those 'lines' aren't random.
'Did.. did he get hurt in those places..?'
What really shook her is just how many there were, all over his arms, torso, and even some on his face..
Some were really big and others weren't.
"..Huh. They don't... They don't look so bad like this.." Cale began gently tracing each line, the gold color shone slightly because of the moonlight coming through the curtains.
With a heavy heart, On just watched.
Cale didn't bother to remove any of the lines he drew, just deciding to put his shirt on.
Slipping into the covers and drifting off rather quickly, On shifted closer to him and he wrapped his arm around her instinctively.
Honestly this was supposed to just be an idea ramble but I ended up turning it into a fic-
Tell me what you think pls-
And yes I know this is short-