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                           ❝ why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time.                               my greatest regret was how much I believed in the future. ❞

                                               secondsiight

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@warraigoe​ said: 👥 // adelita and pepa, maybe ??

When she was little, and even now once she’s older, Adelita modeled a lot of how she dressed after her aunt Pepa. She always loved the vibrant colors and the flow of what she wore, and she remembers being caught by Pepa - gently, never scolded, typically accompanied by laughter and smiles - putting on some of her dresses when she was far too small for them.

In light of that, before she and her siblings were taken away from the casita by their mother, the gloves she wore most often to control and contain the gift she had were yellow gloves given to her by Pepa a few days after her ceremony. She’s kept those gloves into adulthood.

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@agustinmeanswell​ said: 👥 (for Bruno and Agustin :D )

For as much as Bruno would often joke before he disappeared that no one was good enough for his sisters, he genuinely liked Agustin from the get-go... and though he will often announce that he’s closer friends with Felíx, he has a much easier understanding with Agustin.

They may not have been the closest of friends, but Bruno always appreciated how Agustin was with Julieta, and always felt as if he was the least judgmental of the strange, sometimes frightening gift Bruno had been given.

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@dosesca​ said: 👥 Adelita pls!

Even when she was little, Adelita loved to watch Julieta cook. It was similar to sitting and watching her own mother sew, and whenever Aldonsa was busy with one of her younger siblings, she would often make her way to the kitchen to see what Julieta was working on.

In the process, it’s how Adelita actually learned how to cook- it was a great way for her to bond with her aunt, and even though they sometimes had to find some workarounds on how she could handle pots and pans when her gift meant she couldn’t touch anything bare handed, it was a welcome experience that Adelita has carried with her ever since.

Would that fool her psychometry? Or would she see Camilo wearing his ruana like normal and be able to determine it was him? Or would she just get a confusing jumble of images regardless and wind up with a headache.

I genuinely don’t understand sending anon hate to anyone like... how miserable must your life be to try to drag someone else down with you. I’ve only been in this particular rp comm like three days but cripes...

The return of so many of those they’d thought lost to them had been a blessing. After all, to properly heal, Agustin surmised, they needed to heal with all of them present, not leave rifts still there that could fester and crack further. It wouldn’t be easy but it was worth the difficulty. 

Granted, it still felt strange to see his sobrina so grown up, and he did mourn the lost years. Then again, it still sometimes felt strange to see his own girls getting so grown up. It seemed as if he had done little more than blink and they were nearly full grown. Ay, time went to fast.

“You are always welcome with me, sobrina!” he beamed, shifting to lean on the handle of the axe he had been using to chop wood, only for it to slip from his grip and send him toppling to the ground with a soft ‘oof’, “Ay, as you can see, some things do not change.”

There was something so strangely comforting in her poor tío falling over after leaning against his axe. The world turned, people left and came home, the casita cracked and came back to life... and yet some things were wonderful constants where she felt so rattled by the speed and depth of so many of the changes she’d seen.

Hurrying forward, she reached down to help Agustin back to his feet with a little laugh, a grin finally replacing the awkward, uncertain half smile she’d worn before, giving her head a little shake.

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@decanard​ said: 📂 📂 (one for both)

Bruno is surprisingly good at complex little children’s rhyming games, and he taught every kid that would let him. It was always a fun way to interact with his nieces and nephews, and the patterns helped settle him when his brain was going too hard.

When he had been younger, as an only child, Agustin had always dreamed of having a big family, and when he’d married into the Madrigals, he’d achieved that. It had delighted him then and still did now, the swell of people, of family. They’d had issues, serious ones, of course, but bit by bit they were beginning to rebuild, and it warmed the man’s heart to see the progress.

There were some who might ask did he not feel intimidated by being surrounded by individuals with such gifts, but Agustin never batted an eye. They were his family, why should he be intimidated? It was incredible, yes, but they were still people. Just a little different.

“Adelita!” A wide smile broke across his face. Everything that had happened with Bruno, with his family, had laid heavy on his heart for years now, and it would take time for them to heal, no doubt, “No, no, not busy! Is everything alright?”

His enthusiasm was infectious, and for that Adelita was incredibly grateful. She’d been worried when they’d first returned to the casita that they would have trouble returning to any sense of normalcy. But his smile and energy were more than enough to bring a smile on her face reminiscent of her father’s, crooked but genuine, nonetheless.

Letting her shoulders relax, one hand came up to pick at the cuff of her plain white gloves, giving her head a quick shake to ward off any concern. There was nothing wrong- she just had no idea how to bridge the gap she had imposed on herself well before they’d come home.