˗ ˏˋ 𝐐𝐔𝐄 ╱ 𝑨𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑨 ´ˎ

she can’t help but admire mafe’s ability to navigate the complexities of her family, the jaramillos consistently sparked luciana’s curiosity, but there was a certain unease that accompanied the idea of peeling back the layers of the family secrets. it’s not so much about their business dealings, however ── luciana’s own moral values can be hard to define, at times. beneath the layers of mystery are painful truths that have scarred the twins in ways she can only imagine, and the desire to alleviate the pain clashes with the stark reality that some hurts run too deep to be easily healed. it’s that gnawing feeling of helplessness that adds to her ambivalence. the singer’s words about her family’s unique punishments have a certain dark humor to them, causing a chuckle to spill from luciana's lips. ❝ and here i thought my family gatherings were complicated, ❞ she remarks with a playful glint in her eyes. ❝ my worst punishment was missing the pussycat dolls opening for black eyed peas in 2006 because my mom hid my ticket, ❞ she adds with a shake of her head. the brunette doubts anyone in her family would be capable of giving the silent treatment, not even gabriel. ❝ your brother is not usually very forthcoming about those years of his life, ❞ she says softly, her tone turning more serious, ❝ i can’t begin to imagine how hard it must’ve been for you, losing your mom and having to deal with the intricacies of your family. ❞ it’s funny, she’s known maria fernanda for years and yet, it’s the first time they speak so candidly about this. ❝ don’t be so hard on yourself, ❞ she comments, bumping her shoulder lightly against the other’s, ❝ for what is worth, i think you turned out pretty well. i mean, after all, i kinda dig you. obviously. ❞ feeling mafe’s hand in hers and the softness of her lips on the back of her hand sends a pleasant shiver down luciana’s spine. brown hues glance back at the other as lips purse into a closed mouth smile, she nods subtly as if to say you’re welcome. though luciana is drawn to the spotlight, she tends to guard her private life. it may seem like a contradiction, but she’s learned to balance her public persona with her personal space ── in a world where their lives are on constant display, she can’t help but feel a warm rush of gratitude for thing 1 and thing 2 for their efforts in shielding them from any potential prying eyes. as they settle into the confines of the luxurious car, luciana wraps her arms around the colombian and pulls her closer. ❝ solo si prometes no roncar, ❞ she says in jest, her fingers gently tracing circles on the younger femme’s arm as she continues, ❝ no te preocupes, i’m not going anywhere. ❞ as the rolls royce glides through the city streets, her hold around the other tightens when she feels her snuggling closer. ❝ i don’t think i could resist your company even if i tried, babygirl, ❞ luciana confesses as the scent of mafe’s perfume fills her senses, and she leans in to plant a soft, lingering kiss on the femme’s temple. ❝ and if there’s anything i can do to make things easier for you, just say the word. ❞

being a jaramillo had to be met with thick skin and no feelings, they weren’t completely cold but they did harden along the years. first with the death of her brother and then her mothers death, it had made them paranoid and soulless. she’d like to believe that if her mother had not died, maybe things would have been different, she could have been different but she knew that it was only a matter of time, before they took a darker turn and she was right, tragedy is their middle name , the poor unfortunate souls who had the world at their fingertips. ❛ complicated is not the word , that I would use to describe mine vs you’re family issues ❜ she says with a small shrug of her shoulders as she looks at luciana with a small smile on her brims. once the topic turns forcefully on pepa, she lets a sigh escape her lips ❛ shit, if you don’t know his mindset around that time - no one does. ❜ the femme says with a shrug of her shoulders ❛ he doesn’t talk about her , I can’t tell you a single conversation that me and pepa have had about our mother , it’s never happened. ❜ she knows that everyone grieves differently but she just wished that once , her twin would open up to her. " I kinda dig you. obviously. " those words cause a sudden heat to rise to her features and she purposely look away from the femme before her to prevent any other treacherous reaction to pull through. she doesn’t comment on her prose but she continues to make her way to the vehicle. she melts into the embrace of luciana, something that she hadn’t done in quite some time, with anyone, really. a snort leaves her brims as she hears luciana’s prose. ❛ vos como podes decir una grosería de esas ! ❜ she doesn’t move, if anything she sleeps deeper into her embrace. ❛ thank you. ❜ the femme says as she places a lingering kiss on the others collarbone, it wasn’t to entice anything but just the mere touch of affection that made a heat bubble in the bottom of her core. ❛ be careful preciosa, someone might hear you and get the idea, that you actually care. ❜ she says with a small smile but it was anything but the truth or how she felt, due to the fact that she hadn’t been able to stay away from the other, she thought about her - every second of every day. ❛ solo quédate conmigo - solo te necesito a ti . ❜ her words are low and drowned out by her slow breathing and in a matter of seconds, darkness had taken a toll. it wasn’t until later that she felt a slight shake on her frame. lashes flutter and she looks up at luciana, they slip from the vehicle and her fingers lace with luciana’s as they make their way up the stairs, thiago yelled something about food and mafe simply shakes her head and makes her way to her bedroom letting go of lucianas hand and slipping out of the joggers , crocs and hoodie. mafe turns to extending out her hand ❛ bubble bath ? ❜

mafe was hardly the first person who'd turned to chandler for advice, but that didn't make it any less strange. he couldn't even begin to figure out why someone wanted to hear his advice. but he was willing to give it. "everyone has a different way of grieving," he spoke softly, "there's nothing wrong with that," he added, "though i wouldn't tell pepa."

❛ yeah , well I don’t think that grieving and then fucking your twins best friend is the right way to go . ❜ she adds on defeated as she sinks into the couch ❛ I stopped ——- well , I tried to stop but she just pops up everywhere and —— ❜ she makes a monetary stop of her prose as she looks at him , a frustrated look covering her features ❛ well no shit, that’s why I’m telling you ! what do I do ? should I just stop seeing her all together ? ❜

       seeing mafe, gabriel couldn't help the smile on his face. he had known the twins through his older sister, and he was glad to see mafe. pepa, not as much. but he tried to play nice. " my favorite jaramillo twin. don't tell your brother, " he laughed. " no–– we don't want people to get J E A L O U S , " he chuckled, hearing the other laugh softly. he heard a few chuckles from the group they were close with. " glad to see you here tonight, " he stated. // @amargurafms

his prose causes a small smile to spread on her lips , comments of flattery will get people places with mafe. ego stroking was her love language and many people knew that about her ❛ oh please gabby, everyone knows I’m the prettier and nicer twin , it’s not some unknown secret . ❜ of course coquettish prose was her direct verbiage with anyone and that included her crushes little brother. ❛ jealousy is obvious , have you taken a look at me , not everyone can be as fabulous as me , now can they ? ❜ she muses and places a kiss on both of his cheeks ❛ join me for a drink , corazón ? ❜

       cillian was so lost.... this place was somewhat confusing. but one of his friends was doing some recording, and he was trying to figure out which room he was in. he didn't even realize the red light was on when he opened the door. so when he spotted the other, he was H O R R I F I E D . " shit–– i'm so sorry. i'm a complete moron, " he said as he looked at the other. " i'm so lost and wasn't paying attention, " he said. " my bad, keep doing your thing. you have a lovely voice by the way, " he smiled as he started to close the door and leave. hoping he'd find the right room his friend was at.

a pretty face , a very very pretty face and to mafe that was enough to forgive him. ❛ well, if you’re pretty as much as you are dumb , you have some major problems corazón because you are very pretty . ❜ her words are almost siren like , entrapping whoever decides to cross her path. ❛ where do you think you’re going ? ❜ she adds on as she steps away from the microphone and walks towards the middle of the studio ❛ you interrupted my session, how are you going to make up for that &. apologies simply won’t do it , i will settle for your company , ojiltos lindos ( pretty eyes ) . ❜

"grumpy, annoyed," mattia responded, flippantly, waving his hand through the air as he spoke. he made no effort to further defend his actions, nor did he offer up any sort of excuse for his rudeness. "i suppose i could use some company," mattia smiled as he stood up, making sure to gather all of his belongings. "lead the way."

❛ yeah same difference , I could care less but i'm not the one whose got you in a sour ass mood , so I would assume that you would treat me like the queen that i am. ❜ the thing about mafe is that you didn’t need to filter her with compliments. did she love it ? 100% but she didn’t need it from anyone else , because she could flatter herself without any problems. ❛ be nice. ❜ she shoots him a glaring look but the sun soothes whatever shitty mood the other was enforcing , she lets her arm link with his ❛ now tell me , amor mío ( my love ) who pissed in your frosted flakes this morning ? ❜ she adds on as she enters the closed off cabana and they are both handed two filled up mimosas from her assistant ❛ thank you , mari ❜ she turns to the other arching up a brow ❛ so —— proceed . ❜

luciana can't help but feel a rush of emotions as mafe allows their fingers to intertwine ── it's a delicate moment amidst the heavy atmosphere of the mausoleum. she can feel the weight of the singer's grief and while she can't make it disappear, she wants to at least help carry it. the brunette has plenty of experience navigating the emotional minefield that's a mournful pedro pablo, she knows when to use her words and when to maintain a strategic silence, and she knows what to expect. this, however, is a situation she hasn't faced before, she feels a little unsteady in her attempts to console mafe, but she's nonetheless determined. she sighs out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding when she sees that her words bring a small smile to the femme's lips, even if it doesn't quite reach her eyes. ❝ i'm picturing a scene with flying chanclas involved, ❞ she admits, letting out a soft chuckle. as mafe's tears continue to flow, luciana wishes she could do more to ease her pain. ❝ i know she was, ❞ she murmurs, her voice gentle and soothing. ❝ she was an incredible woman. she raised an amazing daughter, after all. ❞ her fingers tighten around the other's, offering her a gentle squeeze of reassurance. comforting mafe feels different; it's personal, delicate and full of unspoken emotions. when the songstress leans into her touch, her heart skips a beat. the sensation makes her yearn for more and she lets her thumb wipe away a stray tear from the colombian's cheek. luciana doesn't have all the answers, but she knows that sometimes, just being there for someone is enough. understanding the need for privacy, she nods her agreement and extends her own hand to accept mafe's outstretched one, her fingers finding the space within mafe's once more. ❝ oh shit, i almost forget ! ❞ she exclaims, pressing her free hand to her forehead. luciana hesitates for a brief moment before letting go of mafe's hand and retracing her steps. she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a small polaroid picture that she places in between the flowers. it's a candid photo of pepa, the most recent one she could find in her camera roll. when she rejoins maria fernanda, her hand finds the small of the femme's back and as they walk out of the mausoleum, she can't help but steal a few glances at her companion. ❝ your brother doesn't come here, so, i leave a recent picture of him every year for your mom, ❞ an improvised tradition that started the first time she visited when she'd thought about bringing a saint prayer card but didn't know if maria jose had a santa patrona nor who it was, ❝ to make sure she knows he did finally grow into his nose, ❞ she adds for a bit of levity. ❝ it's silly, i know, ❞ she shrugs in a half-apologetic way. now that it's out there, she can't help but wonder if mafe has seen any of the previous pictures or if whoever's on clean-up duties has been building a collection of rare pedro pablo jaramillo pictures throughout the years.

the ones that she feels are so intimate that she must keep them in a locked box because if this was any other day she wouldn’t have cared less, she wouldn’t have cared less, she wouldn’t have cared that the pain of another year without her mother crushed every feeling in her body because she needed to be strong and she needed to be in control but not today, today was the only time of year that she could crumble into a million pieces because if she didn’t, then she was sure her life line would not be kind on her and his would have eased her pain one way or another. having luciana here doesn’t help entirely , she’s not going to lie but her touches don’t make her feel cold and isolated , she doesn’t feel that pain in the middle of her chest as if she’s being ripped in half. ❛ oh god no, mama tenia mucha clase para eso —— we never really had any disagreements. she knew that my worst punishment was when papa was upset or disappointed in me and for pepa it was mama, giving him the silent treatment. they never really laid a hand on me , now pepa ——- it’s different. I guess that’s why I don’t blame him for not coming around for not even showing his face. papa taught him his own personal lesson. ❜ she understands why pepa did what he did , but she also understands why her father needed to show pepa that disrespecting the family in such manner was not allowed. lucianas words cause a small smile to taint her features once more ❛ a mess of a daughter . ❜ she adds almost annoyed at her comment because she was sure , if her mother was here in this very moment , things would be very different : she would be very different. as soon as she decided to leave , luciana makes a stop and proceeds to return to her mothers plaque. her actions causes a small smile one that this time reaches her eyes and she lets her hues focus on the picture and she can’t help but chuckle as she sees pepas picture next to the roses. ❛ I’m sure she loves that , he was always her favorite - out of all of us . she used to tell him all the time that he was destined for greatness and that he had the power to make any man or women crumble to their knees. it’s crazy how accurate she was on that one , yet —- he still doesn’t see the amount of wit he has to do more . ❜ a shake of her head as she drags luciana’s hand to her brims placing a kiss on it ❛ gracias . . . ❜ she murmurs and in seconds both of them are covered with umbrellas shielding them from the sun and the eyes on them, dior shades cover chocolate hues until their inside the massive rolls royce. she doesn’t waste no time and she fits perfectly into luciana's embrace , placing her head on the femmes shoulder ❛ te puedes quedar conmigo esta noche ? si no puedes también lo entiendo. ❜

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       gabriel loved being invited to movie premieres, but what he loved more were the after parties. he got to see some friends, but also got to meet new people. he sat down with a small group, listening to their conversation. " yea, that scene was really well done, " he responded, joining conversation. " what did you think of that emotional scene in the end ?? "

she had to pull herself together to come to this damn after party, in all reality she wasn’t in the mood to be around people but she had promised pepa that she would attend and make face for the cameras. she’s walking in as she sees gabriel speaking to a group of people and she makes her way to the homme ❛ my favorite de la cruz sibling, what a sight for sore eyes . ❜ her usual devilish glint in chestnut hues ❛ are you not going to smother me with kisses ? ❜