|| Hit that ♥ for a starter ||

"That looks like a nice costume !”

Spending time around the art district was always a mixed emotion for him. He always felt interested and disappointed in the various art forms he came across. Music was still sour for him, but he didn’t mind loitering around the seamstress’s work area, phalanges picking at fabrics and piecing them together. But, once he saw something finished, he seemed to drop them all together.

❁ ❁  “  Hermana...you really didn’t have to do all of this.  ” Since she was practically dragged by her prima all the way to where they lived, she couldn’t erase the worried look off her face. From behind the rest of the Riveras followed them obediently, like a herd of lost sheep following their shepherd. The feeling of anxiety seemed to grow inside of her as they grew closer to the rest of the Sanchez, & it was a feeling that was rare for the Rivera matriarch to feel.

& for what reason was she afraid?

To come off as the one family member that was infamous for banning music? To be that one person that was known for nearly tearing a family apart because of music? So many thoughts were racing her mind, but the presence of her cousin had helped her calm down a bit. People you can call your familia...a place filled with people who respect & love you. Yes, she should believe her--she was never wrong, after all.

The touch of Carmen’s hand had only made her grip hers, as though a younger sibling was being guided by their other half. But letting go of the other’s hand to let her do her twirl, she smiled softly at her & nodded slowly. “  It still is, it always has been.  ” Music...the sound of music was oddly comforting, especially to someone that hadn’t heard it for decades.

“  I’ll only dance when he asks me first.  ” A quick glance given at Héctor who appeared to be just as nervous as she was, she smirked a tad.

Before they could all enter, the sound of a squealing pig passed by them all, followed by a man chasing after it that happened to be the son of the hostess. Ah, there’s Manolo.

‘Ay, I hope he’s alright--y I hope that’s not our dinner for later,’ was all Héctor could jokingly whisper out to the twins, who appeared to nod in unison at him.

One by one, the other Riveras entered & looked around for themselves. Although they weren’t quite certain as to what to do, the Sanchez themselves seemed to engage on them first, & gradually, a flood of conversation was sparking here & there, giving life to the entire household. As for her, she found herself still standing there in front of her prima, as if she was the only person in the entire room.

She missed it--she missed all of it, & she was glad she could have it all back in her life again. Approaching Carmen with open arms, she pulled her into a hug, one that was filled with gratitude.

“  Gracias, this is the best reunion I could ever ask for.  ”

As lively as The Land of the Dead looked, at this moment and in her current vicinity it was kindof a ghost town. Most everyone had cleared out pretty quickly when Susan appeared, and she was praying she and Imelda got to the Bureau of Family Grievances to explain herself before whatever government the dead had in place decided to take matters into their own hands.

That is, assuming they had some sort of defensive troops, which Ginormica came to realize didn’t really make a lot of sense. If everyone was already dead, what would they need defense from? Bone-crushing giants, she thought to herself, not that she was something they’d ever expected to deal with. 

But one other skeleton caught her eye as she passed through, a somehow familiar painted skull staring back at her with an expression that didn’t seem the least bit fearful. In fact, she looked excited. Susan paused, trying to determine just where she had seen this woman before. That’s when she noticed the bright green monkey clutching her shoulder, and it all clicked.

Accepting: Cold Starters

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” Elena’s fussing was much like that of her own mother, and in a strange way it warmed her heart. She’d tried explaining to her that being a giant came with some other perks, like being more resistant to cold conditions, but it hadn’t done much good. 

Hmm… Starters  || accepting

❁ ❁  “  It’s not good to lie, Elena. I thought you knew that better than anyone in this household.  ”

At first she tried to cover it up, but now she was questioning herself whether to tell her own abuela or not.

She was awfully quiet today for some particular reason, & it took a great amount of effort to make her talk. Something had seemed amiss the moment she returned home, as though she had gone through a life changing experience. Alas whatever the reason was, she wasn’t going to take silence as an answer–& definitely not doubt. What could it have been that she was so hesitant in telling her? Did she not trust her at all?

⚜ Salem Saberhagen - Season 1 ⚜  ||  accepting

❁ ❁  “  You’re right--y that’s why they’re muy importante around here, m’ija. Without them, there would be no one else that’d be paying attention.  ”

Crouching down, she welcomed the cat by letting its head dig into her palm, listening to its purrs as she glanced at her granddaughter. They had been out for the day for errands, the child having insisted that she’d come along to help. Still so young, she didn’t require her to do much, but instead let her watch & learn. It was while they were coming back from the leather shop that they happened to see a cat staring at them vigilantly, in which made the girl tensed up.

Unlike her, however, the woman displayed affection, & hoped that through it, she would see how gentle these creatures were (if treated respectfully).