#cha.isabela

What else can she do? Well, Isabela isn’t opposed to ‘messing around’ with her gift. It’s something so new and unusual that she simply can’t resist going along with it. She wouldn’t have dared to do anything like this earlier in her life. (Perhaps it’s a petty of her, but she’s been purposefully wanting to try things her family would see as clashing with her earlier ‘perfect’ personality. Using her powers to fuck her girlfriend definitely doesn’t seem like something they’d aprove of. Well, it’s not like they’d know- The thought that counts.) The precise movements required as she loops the vines around your body are great practice. She refuses to use her hands at all now that she’s gotten started. All around you, flowers are blooming to match her excitement. Their combined scent is cloying and enough to make you dizzy.

Luisa likes to be pampered during sex, just completely taken care of. Though this is a fact you’ll have to figure out on your own, since she’d feel selfish asking. Whether her workload has gotten lesser or not, she’s hesitant to voice what she really wants. Your enjoyment is never at the back of her mind. She always insist on making you cum at least once, but... It’s nice to be serviced, rather than always servicing. This makes her enjoy taking the lead as well. To have your full attention on her. She’s always gentle and careful with everything she does, her gift has forced her to. Luisa treats you almost like glass. Every once in a while however, you’ll still find yourself being pulled up and pressed against a wall at her height for a kiss. With a single hand. 

“Isaaaa,” You slur out the first part of her name, and nothing more. “Please...” Your plead ends in an even more pathetic whimper, eyes brimming with tears. Everything’s too much. The lights are too bright and your tongue is too heavy, Saliva leaks out of your mouth with every word. Your entire body is hot, tingling, slick with sweat. You can hardly stand, much less walk. All you can think about is the desperate need for release as your pussy drips with arousal. You’re lucky you ran into your girlfriend, and no one else.

Isabela speaks to you. You don’t register her words. Only that her tone is soft and nice and she’s cooing at you, leaving you crying while she removes your clothes. Your skin is so sensitive, but… It’s so much better, every piece of clothing removed a relief. Each brush of her fingers against your skin leaves you shuddering, a moan leaving your lips as she pulls down your panties. Strings of girlcum stick to them. As soon as you’re lifted up in the air, you’re not even sure how, you go entirely limp into whatever’s holding you.

Something pushes inside you, writhing and thick, stretching you open- And that’s all it takes for you to cum. Your entire body goes rigid as you let out a noise that leaves your throat raw. The pleasure is so sharp and sudden that it has you sobbing, the sensation bordering on painful. Your insides clench and relax, you trying to milk whatever’s spreading you open, to no avail.

Some of the fog in your mind clears. Finally, you can tell that Isabela’s tentacles are supporting you. Having descended from somewhere up above, they’ve curled around your legs and torso. You must look like such a wreck. You’re still shedding tears, you feel wet with sweat everywhere, your chin is dripping with spit and your limbs are twitching uncontrollably. While your fever has faded a little, you’re burning up with shame instead. You tilt your head up, a slow effort, and you try to meet her eyes. 

Isabela’s hand lifts your chin up as soon as she notices your attempt, and there’s not a trace of disgust on her face. “You look beautiful.” She breathes out, a smile on her face. Hands intertwine with yours, no matter how sweaty they are. “One more time. Could you do that for me?” There’s still some fire lapping at your insides. Though you can’t quite speak, you do nod. She brightens up even more, giving your face a little squeeze.

she’s always so perfect around everyone, you’ve looked up to isabela for years. but... somewhere along the way, you became like her emotional punching bag. there’s so much frustration bubbling underneath her smile. maybe it’s because you were such an easy target, that it slipped into your interactions. you’ never fail to be brimming with admiration, more of a loyal dog than an actual friend. lapping up whatever she does. you’re like a living, breathing incarnation of what she hates. a constant reminder of the expectations she has to live up to.

if she knows anything though, it’s that you won’t tell.

it doesn’t matter what she does. isabela knows she could spit in your face and it wouldn’t change your feelings. but that’s not what she prefers. it’s all words, when it comes to her. that doesn’t change a thing, when her tongue is so sharp it can leave you trembling. over time, it’s festered into this. it started with just a passive aggressive remark here in there, hardly noticeable. now, when everyone’s backs are turned... she’ll tell you how lucky you are that she’s wasting her time with someone like you, that the only reason she’s still here is because of how much she pities you. you’re... nothing compared to her, and you never will be! (and of course she notices how it has you squirming still. creep.) 

you’re not good enough to marry her. for even a sliver of her affections. how often have you dirtied her in your thoughts...? no, wait. don’t answer that. she really doesn’t want to know. but most of all; her family would never approve of you being together. it’s a favourite saying of hers, because it never fails to make you flinch. at this point, you’re more than aware that if her family doesn’t want her to do something, she won’t.

she’s constantly chastising you for your behaviour. since everyone considers you so ‘close’, anything you do would reflect back on her. isabela starts holding you to near the same impossible standards as she holds herself. no one can be actually perfect, though. neither of you are. maybe you’ll try. and for a little bit, you can uphold the weight of it all. isabela is so sweet to you then, making the prettiest, cloying flowers blossom for you, fingers gentle as she helps you to look the best you can. if you can’t keep up, however... she’ll threaten to leave you behind entirely if you don’t shape up.

but... she never does. no matter how outrageously you might act, she could never, ever abandon you. you’ve always come back to her, after all. it twists her feelings ever further, vines sneaking around her heart and wringing it dry. no matter how hard she pushes you away, you come bounching right back. she doesn’t... hate you, no matter how much she likes to believe otherwise. neither is it loathing. because how could she hate the only person who has seen her for who she is. to whom she has laid bare the most ugly, revolting parts of herself, and who still comes crawling back for more...? who hungrily accepts every part of her?

“Where? Where did they touch you?” Isabela is the one to break the silence. Her voice is even, her expression almost blank. Just barely, you restrain yourself from breathing out everywhere, everywhere, everywhere- To be encased by her creations... Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

“We... We held hands. That’s all!” The vine creeps in between all of your fingers and curls around your thumb. She’s staring at you the whole time. You’re starting to tremble. A twitch in your leg, goosebumps running up your arm, a tremble of your lower lip, and then- “Please- P-please, forgive me. I’m sorry, I, well, I didn’t think you’d be mad!” Your voice shoots up in pitch.

“Oh, shut up.” She snaps. Her foot comes down on your chest, and all the air in your lungs is forced out as thick, treelike roots spread over your chest to every limb. It’s so heavy it’s hard to breathe. A shoot curls around your throat, pressing down, sharp edges digging into your flesh as you swallow. Isabela raises her voice and digs her sole further in.

“I’m not stupid. You did this on purpose, thinking I- Thinking I’d be upset. That I’d come running to tear you out of their arms. Well? I let you finish the date, didn’t I?” She spits out the words. “Or did you...” She moves her lips around, like tasting the words. “Or did you really think you could find anyone who could make you feel like I do? Who comes anywhere close?” Isabela moves to sit on your chest. You can’t breathe at all, the blood is rushing through your ears. Tears blur your vision. She reaches out and brushes her hand through your hair.

Isabela’s voice is soft when she speaks again. “No one knows me like you do... But no one would accept you for who you are either. They couldn’t give you what you really want.” Her face scrunches up, and her tongue becomes striking once more. “Look at you. You’re drooling. Have at least a little self-control.”

At this point, you’re gasping for air. She gets up, and most of her creations retreat alongside her. One remains. Isabela gives you one final glare, before walking straight past you. You pant, every gulp of air tasting sweet. A smile stretches on your lips as you push yourself up with shaky arms. “So... You like me...?”

Her eyes roam over your face to inspect her progress, and you melt further. You hold her gaze, and when she meets it, her face relaxes. No smile, but no sneer either. Her hand slides down from your chin, fingers ghosting over your neck, and your breath hitches. She pulls her arm back as if burnt and takes a couple of steps back, her expression twisting into a more familiar expression. A vine pushes against your back so you’re forced out of your chair. She makes no attempt to help you, leaving you to trip over your feet and fall on your hands and knees. You groan loudly in pain.

“Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you weren’t begging for a punishment earlier, with all your sniffing. Really, I shouldn’t have indulged you, but... This works. At my feet is where you belong.” She quite literally turns up her nose at you. “Sometimes I forget you’re like that. But then I have to help you, because you can’t do anything on your own… And what do I get? A shivering, panting mess who only makes my job harder. All because I touched your face. …You’re utterly hopeless, you know that, right?

How could you argue with that? “I’m sorry,” Your apologies grow emptier every time you repeat them. “You’re just… You’re so pretty, Isabela.” You say with a smile.

You’re all excited and fidgety when she first lets you in your room- It has to mean she’s starting to warm up to you, right? But she just rolls her eyes as you look around in awe, carefully stepping so you don’t put too much weight on the flowers blossoming underneath your feet. Isabela’s walking a pace too fast so when you’ve returned to your senses, you need to hurry to catch up. You end up tripping over seemingly nothing, and she clicks her tongue. Only she knows it’s her fault. It’s hard to notice a bulb sprouting right beneath your feet.

Can you do nothing on your own? Nothing at all? You lift your head up to be met by her narrowed eyes. (Even like that, she’s still so pretty...) She’s looming over you, and your mouth twists into a sheepish smile before you sputter out an apology. Isabela brushes you off, not seeming any happier. When you try to get up, she shakes her head. You’re not killing any more of her flowers by, um... Being yourself? Please. A vine wraps itself around your stomach and lifts you in the air, too far away from the ground to get down easily. With the way she’s holding you, you can really only dangle in the air with yoru body folded over the vine. Legs on one side, arms and face on the other. It’s uncomfortable, to say the least. Isabela mutters something about regretting all of this already. Your face burns with humiliation. (Or is that the blood forcefully rushing to your head...?) 

Isabela could use more vines to keep your body upright, but she doesn’t. As a result, the strain on your muscles is near unbearable as she moves you around alongside her. She drops herself down on her bed, and leaves you hanging. Your sides burn and your body is shaking. You can’t look at her for more than a few seconds. It’s too painful to keep your neck up for more than that, but she’s just... Relaxing on her bed. You’re not even worth a single glance, it seems. When you aren’t looking though, Isabela is the one who can’t keep her eyes off of you. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes. You whimper her name.

What now? She’s just testing out how long she can materialize one of her plants for! It’d be selfish if you didn’t let her try at all. You’d be nothing without her- You know that, right? A nobody. They’d all forget about you as soon as she stopped spending time with you. Not to mention... She could ruin your reputation forever with a flick of her wrist. The tip of the vine slithers up your body further, until it wipes a tear from your cheek. Isabela sighs as she lowers you until you’re lying on her mattress. (The scent leaves you dizzy.) You immediately clutch your stomach, curling up.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Very offended. Fighting back would be a very loose term to Isabela, from being late to one of her invitations to struggling when she has you strung up in her vines. In her mind, you should push everything aside for her. She’s above you. Shouldn’t you be honoured to be spending time with her, and then you’re brushing her off? Expect Tsome experimention with her powers. On you. The reality is, she needs you more than you do her. Without you, she has no one to show a different side of herself to. You may have others to return to, but she doesn’t.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Isabela tries her best not to think about it. Thinking of the future means having to see herself continuing this farce for years to come, and she’d prefer to push that idea from her mind completely. (Then again, despite how she is the one that continues to push it, this disjointed dynamic is not exactly what she wants. But... At this point, going along with your feelings and her own and be her genuine self feels like some kind of defeat. She’s been denying you for so long.)

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

To escape Isabela, you’d have to leave the Encanto behind entirely, thread into a world you have never known. It’s the only place she refuses to follow you, and it’d be no small feat. As for her reaction to such an escape, she’d be furious. (And really, a part of her is hurting. If she is herself, then people will leave. That’s the lesson you left her with.) She won’t let people inside her room for ages, since she left it in ruins and can’t be bothered to fix it yet. Mean!Isabela can really only exist prior to the events of the movie. Once she reconciles with her family and her image of herself, she’d... Be able to move on. In fact, she’d feel horrible about the way she treated you, about how twisted her mindset had been. You both pulled out the wost in each other, and the only reason she’d want to see you again is to apologise.