"It's not fair that we laughed together yet you cried alone"
I saw this on TikTok, thoughts?
I'm doing a big think... And it might be a stretch but it makes me think abt like krs!Cale and og!Cale ,, but maybe that's because I'm like , obsessed w them
But like
Just ?? Imagine krs has this underlying guilt that he got to have so many things and so many people that cherish him ?? After coming to understand that og!Cale was just misunderstood and trying to make himself worthy of love in his own way.
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Their villa was filled with life, petty bickering and the sound of laughter ringing out into the halls. Cale had excused himself for a brief escape, closing himself off in his room for a few moments to settle himself.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy their company nor was it what he didn't want to be there. He felt... guilty.
What about Cale Henituse?
He had made the most out of it after waking up in the body of a character from a novel he read. He knew the first few volumes of the book quite well, and the owner of the body that he took over... was shallow. Cale Henituse, written as a drunk bastard there to ensure the meeting between Choi Han, the assassin, and his son. There was nothing more than Roksoo could do other than take whatever the author had fed him. There was nothing more to the character. Cale Henituse was a pebble swallowed by the rapids of the storyline, when others were boulders making ripples with their existences.
But then he had the chance to meet the man. The man whose words were uncouth, yet elegant. Whose actions were brash and violent....
Yet he couldn't find it in himself to dislike the character. No matter how trashy his past actions were or how harsh his words would stab at people, Roksoo could tell. There was something more. Something that the author failed to tell him.
To him, Cale Henituse was not just a shallowly written minor villain. He became more than that.
He sees it in the way the man's eyes never reflected the same disgust, and he sees it in the way he would care for others in his own.. round about way.
He was horribly misunderstood.
(Roksoo knows... After all, he and Cale are definitely kindred souls).
He could see it in the way Cale's family still loved him unconditionally, carefully wading through murky water to try to pull him away from whatever kept trying to drown him. Their eyes were wary, but despite all that, they were happy. Happy to just have the chance to be around him.
(he felt so guilty soaking in their love when they held on for so long in hopes of reaching Cale Henituse).
How was it fair? That he was able to build a family of his own using the burnt remains of the original's relationships as foundation.
Cale Henituse had treaded water for hours on end, trying to keep himself afloat without bringing others down with him. He was so blinded by the panic and adrenaline that he could not see how his family tried to save him. Instead, he set everything he had aflame in hopes of keeping himself warm.
All of the tantrums and all of his trashy behaviour were just fronts to keep his family from going down with him.
Roksoo could understand Cale ever so slightly. He understood the need to keep others away to protect them from himself.
So how was it fair that he and his family could laugh together, when Cale Henituse had cried alone?
Roksoo had opened his eyes one day and taken this life and moulded it into whatever he wanted. He had greedily taken the opportunity to start anew, uncaring of the previous owner because for all he knew, the man was trash.
He wasn't. He was scared. Cale Henituse was so, so painfully misunderstood.
He was a child. A child who tried to keep the flames going to warm his family. Whose hands became charred and blistered from desperately trying to keep those burning embers from dying.
Cale Henituse was a man who loved his family so much that he chose to push them away to bear the brunt of whatever forces so that they could live easily.
And that made him so guilty.
Roksoo had it all while Cale gave it away, only keeping one thing to himself.
And that one? The soul of his passed mother? Does not even remember him.
"Human?" Raon's voice broke him out of his thoughts, the little dragon's round head pushing into his arms.
Right. He was Cale now. They were celebrating.
"was I gone for too long?"
"yeah, I came to get you!"
"mm, thank you"
thank you thank you thank you... for giving me this chance, Cale Henituse.
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listen I know it's heartbreaking that Claudia dies and it's understandable to wish she didn't, but let's please not accuse the writers of fridging her. to do so is a fundamental misunderstanding of the story and is frankly insulting to the intelligence and skill of the writers of the show.
Claudia's death, and the overwhelming grief and regret her parents experience because of it, is quite literally the point of the entire story. she dies because Anne's daughter Michele died of leukemia when she was five years old and there was nothing she or her husband could do to prevent it.
writing IWTV was how Anne coped with the unimaginable loss of a parent losing her child. she created a story about a little girl that could not die and then killed her anyway. Claudia's death is a senseless, unavoidable tragedy, just like Michele's was. the grief that haunts Louis and Lestat for the rest of their lives is the same grief that haunted Anne and her husband.
so when you're accusing people of killing Claudia off to benefit a story about two men, please remember that in real life sometimes parents lose their children. please remember Michele Rice.
she's the reason Claudia exists.
she's also the reason Claudia cannot be saved.
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