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“ Big brain? ” Angélique incredulously repeated with a scoff. “ I suppose that books and school are not for everyone, but the only way this novel could significantly harm if I were to use it as a weapon. ” To prove her point, she proceeded to gently tap @amantesmultorum on the arm with her latest read. It was a feather light touch, not even strong enough to hurt even the frailest spider. Literature had been her oldest and often her only friend. Pages of words became her refuge, and briefly alleviating her from her frequent loneliness. Unlike him, there were no other siblings or friends that had grown to be family within her life. He would not know how it felt to be alone like she did.

‘ 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? ’ ˢʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃˢᵉˢ ʲᵃⁿᵉ⸴ ᵃ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ ᶜʳⁱⁿᵏˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳⁿᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵘⁿᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ⁿᵒˢᵉ‧ she's just glad they're still on for 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, after the day they both had.

🔥≻||  @amantesmultorum​ said: ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ (Luisa to Fuega) ||≺🔥

Fuega stared unconvinced at her sibling before walking forwards to wrap her arms around her leg as a hug since she was a giant and her leg was the closest thing in arm reach for the seven year old to hug unprompted 

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He had left the family because his gift wasn't helping the family, he had left to protect Mirabel. But when it came to it he couldn't bring himself to leave her life for good, so he had made Julieta swear to take care of his Mirabel.

And then, disappeared into the walls of Casita where he could watch his daughter grow up but never let his gift hurt her.

So for ten years, Bruno watched. Until the day came that Mirabel found him, slumping back into his beat up chair, Bruno tried not to show his pain every time she called him Tío Bruno. He was no longer her Papá, that was Agustín's role now, and it hurt.

            ‘ it isn’t like there is an easy, believable way to say i have captain america’s shield because i’m his son in another universe. ‘ so, yeah, he’d ended up in jail, charged with theft, and they’d called his dad. well, his dad from this universe, anyway. not exactly how he’d envisioned meeting the man. honestly, he hadn’t expected to meet him at all. the only thought in his head when he’d ended up here was just that he wanted to see him. and mom. ‘ can i have my shield back now? family heirloom and all. ‘

Hiking her skirts up further, the girl ran desperately. The stitch in her side only grew, but she couldn't stop. The dogs and the shouts were getting ever closer. And Róisín knew that if she was caught, it would mean death. Whether by her own hand, or someone else's, her fate would be sealed.

But her options were running short. There was no forest to take refuge in. Only the rath, the fairy fort, could potentially save her now. The braying of the hounds was just over the hill. They'd overtake her soon if she didn't hurry.

With the very last of her energy, Róisín charged forward. There! She could see the rath just ahead. The stone wall guarding the ring was low on on side. And if she angled herself just right... Spinning on her heels and darting toward the gap just as one of the dogs came barreling toward her, Róisín threw herself with all her might into the rath.

She'd landed on her face, but she couldn't count on superstition to protect her now. Sure, some of the men feared the fairies, and would go back. But others, Cathal included, would have no problem following her. Scrambling to her feet, she tried to run again. But a large stone tripped her up, and she fell once more. Only then did she see the little hole hidden amongst the bracken and the overgrowth. Quickly, she crawled inside and covered herself as best she could.

God had abandoned her. He'd never heard a single prayer. Maybe now, she thought, it was time to call upon the old gods. Danu, The Dagda, the Tuatha Dé Danann, and Manannán mac Lir! Yes, Manannán had shielded the Tuatha Dé Danann. Maybe his mercy would protect her too. Closing her eyes and clenching her hands together in supplication, Róisín struggled for breath.