#hourglxss

It had been a very interesting few days. It had started with a wrong turn on the way to the bathroom and ended with her climbing through jungles on the other side of the world. Nobody would give her an exact location for what she was looking for, but a general idea had been enough for her to catch a whiff of magic and follow it deeper into the wilderness. A creepy, scary witch who might be related to the town matriarch and would curse you on sight? It was too good to pass up.

Finally the trees opened up to reveal what she could only assume was the witch's home. Among all the smells, sounds, and feelings of the jungle, she could taste the sands of time here. She looked at the shack, unblinkingly, for a full minute or two before cautiously approaching the door. She paused again before finally knocking.

“..it is.. impossible to convey how little I believe you right now!” She thinks she can feel a headache coming on. Already. “Brunito,“ starting strong with the nickname, “what did you do and how did you do it?”

@hourglxss​ conti.

It’s hard. Hard to bring up the past, when for the past however many years, they’ve all been avoiding the conversations they desperately needed to have. Julieta is no different. She’d very much rather not speak of the past, but instead favoring the now. Bruno is back, and that’s all that matters to her. But she knew... That this would’ve happened eventually.

It seems Bruno was getting restless, and now he’s finally snapping. At least he’s not saying this to Pepa-- They could’ve had a flood on their hands if he did... Julieta lets him speak his mind, wringing her hands a little. She only recently learned about him living within the walls of their Casita when him and Mirabel let it slip. And she’s felt awful ever since. He was so close, and none of them ever knew. They never... Bothered to look. The whole family had assumed he’d managed to leave the Encanto when they couldn’t find him anywhere in town, only for him to make his way back after the split in the mountains.

But that wasn’t the case. He’d been here the whole time. And Julieta feels terrible... She purses her lips, brows furrowed slightly. His words his her hard, and she can’t help but lower her gaze to the floor, feeling... Ashamed.

“I’m sorry...” Two words that seem so simply, but desperately need to be said. By her. By Pepa. By their mamá. 

“I’m sorry I never saw... Never truly saw what you were going through.”

She could always tell that he had a hard time. Bruno was so shy as a child, and so reclusive as an adult, which only worsened as they got older. But she could never predict that things would get bad enough that he’d believe the only right answer would be to leave them... Or, at least, to hide away. Hands begin to reach out to her brother, only to halt half way. She wants to hug him. To tell him everything is fine now... But she knows it’s not fine. She knows. Hands instead move to smooth down the front of her apron, eyes averted to the side.

let me talk to u about headcanons !

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