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Series Summary: Everyone knows that Cale Henituse has three children. There is no blood of Henituse that flows to them but who said that family only consist in blood?
On, Hong and Raon Miru Henituse is his precious children. Blood or not.
Cale Henituse is always their father who would always bring them up when they fall.
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Or a memoir where Cale just prove everyone that he is the number one dad in the whole continent
Scratch that- Cale being the greatest father to the whole continent.
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Querencia
(n.) A place where one feels safe, and at home, where you are at your authentic place; a place from which one's strength is drawn.
Act 1.1: You'll be safe here.
Summary: In a one stormy evening while cuddling with their fath-human, Raon experience a nightmare. Forgotten the comfort of his human as his fears and past experiences keep him wide awake.
Cale picked up the pieces as he comfort three children in his hold. Assuring them that their father would always by their side.
Ft. Cale singing a lullaby and a deep conversation.
-Transcript 1 -
Darkest Clouds filled the sky as thunder screams throughout the estate. The cold breeze of air embraced their skin amidst the blankets. The massive room in the villa seems to feel so small for the shaking figure of one dragon that is laying in the embrace of a certain red haired.
A red and silver fur of cats is seen snuggling in his arms like a makeshift pillow. Relaxed and in the comfort of their human, not minding the storm at the moment.
The soft comforter is slightly tucked to them, securing them from the cold breeze of air eventhough the windows were shut close. The dim lights of the lamps make the room seemingly warm despite the cold and harsh weather outside. Their figures were serene and peaceful.
Except for the four year old dragon who is slightly shaking in the hold of the red-headed. His chest rises heavily and rapidly as if he was chased by someone nonexistent. The blanket that enveloped him was kicked by his little paws. For him, the thunder that came with the lightning was so violent and loud for the four year old dragon making him flinch occasionally.
The four year old dragon didn’t realize the sounds he was making. Was he screaming? Was he crying? Was he pleading?
The mighty dragon didn’t know because all he could see is the darkness, the chains that shackled him weighed him down, the flashes of metals with the sound of thunder and flashes of lightning was like a wave slowly turning to a ripple in the abyss.
The four year old wanted to run.
The four year old wanted to escape.
The four year old wanted to fly.
The dragon wanted to be free.
He knew he could but for some reason he can’t.
He was drawn in the voices around him.
The screams and laughter flows through his little ears like music that is on loop and can’t be stopped.
There are hands grasping unto him, his heavy chains restraining his every movement.
Why can’t he close his eyes so that he won’t see the dark anymore?
Why does everything he sees is just a pinch of darkness?
From the day he was born, he was welcomed to cold and violence he didn’t envision in life.
The heavy stench of blood and flesh and rusting cage and chains is the everyday view that he had no choice but to glimpse.
The dragon felt like a bird stuck in a cage with his wings plucked and chained.
He was stuck here, alone and in terror.
Since then , he hasn't been able to see outside of his cage,his prison.
For once he thought that maybe there are still other dragons like him.
For once he thought that maybe he is the only kind of his own. That there are no adult, strong and free dragon except for him.
And the dragon pondered that he is not a little child anymore.
A sound of laughter brought him back to reality as he was welcomed by a man holding a metal through his neck.
The man's hand is in his collar, the symbol that he is not free and was owned like a pet. There are now hands holding him down like a parasite that needed to be dealt with.
Voices came through him.
"This feast isn't enough for this entertainmen-"
"Hold that beast down or I'll be the one tha-"
"For once, that thing has a use"
"Whip him or do what you want to entertain me"
The metal came closer and closer. He can see the light in the eyes of the man holding him down.
'Is this the day, I can finally be free?'
The dragon pondered as he accept his reality, he thought that maybe if he close his eyes he would be spared from the scene.
"Yo-- a-e a dr--on. A D-A-GON. Y-u h--e the rig-- t- li-e fre--y"
"I ca--- up w--h t--h-s n-me in t--e h-pes th--t y-u wi-- be h-a-p--y -n-d li--e a joyf--l l---"
"R--on M--r--....Ra---n"
He can felt the ha-
"-on? Raon?"
He is met with a face that is so familiar with him. His eyebrows meet as he frown, his reddish-brown eye is filled with worried and a slight of relief.
He didn't realize how he was breathing rapidly as felt something flowing through his eyes.
His fath-human's hand was in his head as if he was patting him a while ago.
"It's alright, It's just a nig-" His words wasn't able to finish as the four year old dragon flopped to his chest embracing him as if he wasn't able to see him after years.
Cale gazed at the four year old dragon as his hand rest on Raon. He can immediately feel his nightgown getting wet as the child now curled down tightly on his lap.
Two cats can be seen beside him, wide awake from the noise and movement of their sibling a while ago. A red and silver fur cats as their little paw rest near his lap, not to near to their youngest to give space while assuring not to frightened more their youngest. .
Their tails held low as it was slightly tucked near their legs. As their worried eyes gazed focuses on their curled youngest.
Their eyes meet each other for a while as the two children seemingly trying to have a silent conversation. A hand touches the forehead of the Eldest as he slowly caress it. The eldest bump her head to the hand of Cale as she let out a small meow.
She then slowly move towards near their curled up youngest. She let out a small purr as she slowly curled up beside the crying dragon.
A red furred cat soon follows, not forgetting to slowly rub his fur to the arm of the red headed. This time, he slowly moves towards near the head of the dragon and lofted in the lap of the red head. Eyes still focuses on the crying dragon.
It's late in the evening, the lamp was now lightly dimmed as the lap of Cale Henituse is now the domain of three snuggling children, one is crying because of a nightmare.
Cale's hand is still patting the crying dragon.
Time flown and forgotten as the crying dragon cried, occasionally flinching when a thunder strikes. However Cale's hand is pre-occuppied as he pats and carrass the three children in his lap.
The room may not have a noise but the steady heartbeat of his human, the slow purring of his noona and hyung-nim eventually calming the crying dragon.
"Do you want to drink something, a milk perhaps? Or to have an apple pie Raon?" Cale spoke, fondness is evident in his tone.
The two children also perked up from what Cale said. The curled up dragon slightly move as his eyes meet the red headed.
"Apple Pies.." Raon Miru rumbled.
"Hmm. Apple Pies with Milk then" Cale nonchalantly told the children. The two cats jumped down from his lap as he carries the dragon to his chest. The two cats waiting near the door.
There are apple pies on his dimensional pouch but he wanted a fresh apple pie for Raon, On and Hong. Especially now that a four year old deserves to have one freshly baked apple pie.
Beacrox doesn't mind using his kitchen, right?
A little mess should be fine and he is just gonna use it for less than an hour.
And if it is not fine, he would think about it tomorrow.
The trip to Beacrox Kitchen is quiet except the footsteps echoing on the hallway.
His hand supporting and carrying the four-year old dragon who is still silent and clutching the hem of his clothes.
The two cats just comfortably staying on each shoulder of his, occasionally he can hear them slightly purr.
On Henituse jumped on the counter table and comfortably loafted yet eyes gazed on her father and siblings.
Hong Henituse make his way to his human's head and comfortably make it as his temporary lair.
Raon Miru doesn't want to let go. He tried to put the four year old down beside his sibling yet he clings to him tightly.
The four year old then decided to rest on his shoulder. His tail rested on his other side of his shoulder. His little paw still decided to clutch the hem of clothes on his shoulder.
Raon Miru is still silent and tense is evident on his body language.
He made way to the ingredients that has been stored in a pantry.
He prays that Ron and Beacrox don't check the pantry regularly so he won't be caught stealing for one night again.
And that Beacrox won't notice the slight messes that would probably happen sooner or later, just like always.
Ingredients and things that needed for a baked apple pie filled in the counter table.
When he was still Kim Rok Soo he never tried baking Apple pie. There are still resources for making one but he had never had time to make one.
He knew how the children adores Apple Pie and thus he read books on how to make one. He secretly bought some recipe books and he even asked of Eruhaben if he had a ancient books of desserts recipes as he favored him to lend him the books in the gist of giving it to Beacrox to make him sweets. When the children are asleep, he would always sneak out to bake for the children and the others.
He was never caught.
Well, he sometimes heard footsteps but it always faded.
He sneakily provided the apple pies on the children's dimensional pouch.
He were never caught red handed by Beacrox as he assure that every edge of the kitchen is always clean.
Beacrox never said anything, he knows that Beacrox didn't know about his kitchen shenanigans.
We don't want to anger a son of certain an assassin who dislike having guest to his precious kitchen, do we??
As he prepare to make the apple pie. Raon Miru Henituse is still quiet and the four year old is seemingly getting comfortable in his shoulders.
On the other hand On and Hong seem to seen the flour as a white sand and their litte paws plays occasionally and gently throwing sands at each other quietly.
He often heard some purring as they occasionally help Cale in making the apple pie while slightly playing.
As for Raon, he decided to make his head as a sleeping nest again as his little paws seemingly kneading through his hair after minutes of resting on his shoulder.
Cale doesn't mind the mess thou.
It was bound to get messy.
He'll just wipe the children before bed.
He'll just change his clothes as it is full of flour that was occasionally thrown by his two children.
He'll just clean the kitchen before leaving.
Cale doesn't mind at all.
As he put the Apple Pie on the oven to baked he make way to get three cups, a milk and a pack of mallows.
A three cups of milk with a toasted marshmallow on top was given to the children. Raon has fortunately decided to join his siblings in the counter, holding a cup of milk in his little paws. His older siblings didn't forgot to rub their head to the four year old dragon.
The kitchen was silent except for the occasional beep of the oven, and the purring of the cats. The hands of Cale never rested as he occasionally stroke the heads of the cats and the four year old dragon as they hold the cup of milk in their little paws.
Once the a long beep was heard that the Apple Pie was baked, Cale made way to have three plates and slice an amount of apple pie on each plate.
Happiness were seen to the children as a plate of freshly baked apple were in front of them.
His eye wondered on the children when Raon get another slice in the whole pie and put it on his older sister's plate.
Does they want another slice??
On and Hong even whispered something to Raon's ear and eventually three slices of Apple pie is on Raon's Plate as On put another pie to the plate and Hong put his slice to Raon's Plate.
His eyes wondered on his eldest daughter when she put two slices on her plate and Raon's eaten apple pie was put to hers.
His eyes meet the bluish eyes of his youngest.
He felt something warmth on his heart when Raon silently forward the plate towards him.
Three slices of Apple Pie is on Raon's plate.
Raon's plate that became his.
Hong's empty plate was forsaken as the three children circled on their older sister's plate.
On meet his eyes and she just tilted her head and flick her tail as she looked back to her younger siblings.
She moved towards him and he felt her fur to his hands, her head bumping to his and before she go back to her younger siblings, her paw moved his plate nearer towards him
When he looked back at the children, On was already there, they are already enjoying the freshly baked apple pie made by their human and their cup of milk with mallows on top.
Unconsciously, he felt himself smile on the view.
The view is beautiful.
Right, They are indeed his Children. A Henituse by blood.
He is glad he is their father.
He ate the apple pies given to his children.
His stomach and heart in fullest than he never had.
After the shenanigans on the kitchen, he made the way back to his room, this time carrying all the children on his hands.
He never forgot to clean the kitchen as the dragon rested on his head and On and Hong is on his each shoulder.
Unaware, the remaining apple pies resting on top of the table, protected by a lid that was secretly put by his eldest son, Hong.
The storm bought them cold winds and thunder blocking the sub that would eventually rise.
It was nearing dawn yet the storms is till evident.
The storms that brings cold shivers in the night, nightmare thought his thunders and darkness as the sun that would eventually rise was blocked by his raging clouds.
Yet, he felt the warmth of the sun creeping through his heart.
His heart at ease and full because his little suns already gave him warmth.
To his family, he is the moon.
To him, they're his sun.
Polar opposites and different in attribute but existing in the same sky in the same universe.