to live another life...

I’m moving to a new blog!!!!!!

you can find my new blog @casitafallz

Julieta: Exhausting, honestly. I never knew anything could cry so much.

Señora Guzmán: Well, all babies do that, she'll grow out of it.

Julieta: What? No, the baby's great, hardly cries at all compared to the others.

Señora Guzmán: Then what—

🔥≻|| Continued from X |  @droppingdonkeys​ ||≺🔥

Fuega wrinkled her nose up at her hermana before opting to take her up on that challenge. Since Luisa was so tall, it would be fairly simple and easy to duck under the dress and hug her leg…. but that’d give her sights she’d never want to see so…

Fuega went to go for her legs though in simplify hug around the dress ends. “I shall weigh you down!” Ignoring the fact she knew her weight was nothing but…she had to try.

“Fuega! You’re gonna make me trip!” Luisa’s voice became higher for a second. She sidestepped again, and sighed. “Ay, por favor, Fuega! It’s my night off. Tomorrow I will stay home and play with you, yeah?”

Dolores clapping with her fingers.

Isabela hadn’t meant to almost kill her little sister.

yet all it took was a small argument to burst the dam Isabela had kept away. Enough to bring everything Isabela had built to the floor. Enough that Abuela wouldn’t look at her without shame, that Luisa was hesitant to leave her alone with anyone, the anger Camilo gave her and the tenseness of her tio…the cracking thunder of her Tia…

Would they ever forgive her? Would they let her drown in her regret or pull her out of it? Would she forgive herself?

Chapter 14 snippet

HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY TO ENCANTO! 🦋🕯️

Hell yes

Water all the way!💧

hehe i also did the “What would your element be” to help me decide which element i’d be :)

Fuega leant away, peeking down mostly to see the bottom of Luisa’s shirt where her most common area view she had was the bottom of her skirt so she knew the sort of designs on it. 

Fuega reached out and grasped Luisa’s hand thoughtfully, trying to wiggle her palm so she could compare their hand sized. 

“Family hand prints?” Fuega suggested. “soot or ink would be good to mark the boards… and i just go over it since you lot can’t generate heat.”

“I’d love that.” Luisa said.

No portraits with the gifts. Nothing about what they could do. A portrait of who they are, or how they were as a person. If Fuega hadn’t been around, Luisa might’ve teared up.

Fuega lit up happily, though not literally, but that said she warmed up considerably. “and we can have Papi and Tio Felix join in as well.” it hadn’t escaped her notice to see the mural in town lacked her father and tio while they added her when she got of her gift. 

Fuega hummed airily. “Maybe…. what did you want on it?” though probably a donkey. Fuega didn’t particularly like donkeys herself; she much preferred horses; they looked more powerful!

“Okay” she plucked the offered one from Luisa and wrapped it around, though fixing the little poppers were a little hard to keep the band tight and press but she did her best until finally, it was on. “Yay!” 

“I like geometrical shapes,” Luisa mused to herself rather than to Fuega. She held up her wrist, looking at the leather wristband.

Fuega leant away, peeking down mostly to see the bottom of Luisa’s shirt where her most common area view she had was the bottom of her skirt so she knew the sort of designs on it. 

Fuega reached out and grasped Luisa’s hand thoughtfully, trying to wiggle her palm so she could compare their hand sized. 

🔥≻|| Continued from X | @droppingdonkeys​  ||≺🔥

Fuega giggled happily, snaking her arms around her to stay affixed once she was in her arms, and fully accepted the kiss to her cheek with a happy wiggle, a little steam in her excitement as well as she bobbed her head.

 “Tio… Tio Felix showed me other materials i could burn and make pretty and… and leather is amazing because you can wear it!” and no one would wear a spoon or a little piece of wood she had decorated. that didn’t make any sense but this! this was going to be fun.

Fuega hummed airily. “Maybe.... what did you want on it?” though probably a donkey. Fuega didn’t particularly like donkeys herself; she much preferred horses; they looked more powerful!

Encantober | Day 3 | Tragedy 

Alma clutched her babies close to her chest. All three asleep thankfully as the journey carried on; hours past since they had left the city, every part of Alma’s body ached and burned but she knew that they couldn’t stop and rest, not yet as they led the way in the dark with the candle as their only light through the trees.

Up ahead, she could see the glistening of water,

“How far must we go?” Señora Guzman asked, sidling up beside her, her new husband in tow but with a babble of children close. The woman was only 5 years younger than herself, but it was clear to see the woman had managed to save a good few children before they had run; they’d no doubt have to do a run-down see if their parents had been part of the leaving group with them.

“As far as we need to.” Pedro spoke, “once the trees get thicker, we have better chances to hide and rest. If we see a river, we cross it. Rough terrain, we take it. If there’s a way to hide our tracks, we take it as well.”

Alma winced at the thought; the idea of getting wet…or uneven floor. It ached a lot between her legs and she was sure she’d soon bleed through her cotton padding soon. Childbirth of triplets was almost too much for her body but she had to keep her strength up and keep going.

“What’s that sound?”

They paused, if a little but Alma felt the fear in her throat as she realised the distant thumping was getting closer. Thumping of hooves against trodden down grass…

“Go! GO!” Pedro shouted and no one else needed to be told twice; the back already moving. Feet splashed through cold water, before Alma forced herself onwards with Pedro’s guiding hands egging her onwards.

Water soaked through her boots and into her socks, making her gasp out as her aching feet was swamped with the rush of cold, tingling up her legs that made her waver as the rover bed was inconstant . Her skirt dragging a little but soon enough, her feet met solid ground and sloshed up water onto the bank. Pedro’s hand pushed her upwards as she hissed and faltered.

“Keep going, my vida.” He urged.

Fear pumped adrenaline through her veins, trying to work her legs, the fabric of her skirt flapping against her legs

One of her babies mewled, stirring now with the change of pace but Alma had no time to try and hush; no point now they were all found.

Pedro’s pace slowed, hesitating in the corner of her eye.

“Pedro..” her head turned, her heart in her mouth as he stopped; the people following kept going because why stop? Why did Pedro stop? “We have to go!”

Pedro’s head tilted to her, his eyes going soft. “I have to try.”

His hands cupped her face, pulling her into a kiss but Alma blinked. “Pedro!” Her eyes could see the men in the distance by their pinpricks of torches…

A soft kiss was delivered to each of their triplets’ head.

“Pedro!”

“I love you.”

His bag abandoned to the floor; forcing her to leave it as she staggered back,  her eyes welling because she knew what he was going to do. But… she didn’t want him to go. To leave her; to leave their children. He alone wasn’t enough. Pedro was unarmed.

“Alma, Move.” Señora Guzman pulled at her arm, pulling her with the crowd, but she could only see Pedro’s form disappear, reaching the river and began to wade across….

No.

This had to be a bad dream.

“Alma!”

She was back at home in bed and pedro was looking after their three babies.

“I…I can’t.” She shook her head.

Guzman looked at her with a wide gaze but Alma couldn’t tear her gaze away as the four men. Reached the bank.

No.

If Pedro was bargaining, she couldn’t see it… only the rise of their weapons.

Nonononono

“NO!”

She could have only imagined the wet sound; too far to actually hear it. Pedro was there. Next he wasn’t…. seeing him disappear, it was like all the energy had been sapped away with him…

Alma didn’t see when Guzman pulled her babies from her arms; quickly realising she wasn’t going to be moving, even as the man crossed the river and thundered towards her.

Alma knew it was futile in running, they were dead by morning anyway. Just like Pedro. Only a miracle would save them…

Her empty arms wrapped around the empty baby blankets; some part of her relieved someone had the strength she didn’t. If there was a chance; it was theirs. Her body was too weak.

Her eyes closed as the thunder shook the ground.

Pedro.

She could hear the sharp calls of the men, urging the horses to be quickly. So Alma imagined Pedro at her side, how he had been hours before as she pushed their first baby out; seeing him almost faint as little Julieta’s squealed in displeasure of her new environment alone on their bed sheets.

Her eyes opened once, tiredly but only in time to see the first man’s horse come to a step, brandishing the bloodied blade ready.

If they said anything, she didn’t hear it.

‘Come on, one more push!’ Pedro called in her mind. “you’re doing wonderful!”

Alma closed her eyes again, preparing herself. She wasn’t the first… but…better the last. A miracle for her babies, she’d give her own life for that; for her babies to live. Alma didn’t see the swing before she was struck.

A spurt of red.

A flash of gold.

The candle light beside her fallen form grew…

hehe yep, a Tragic ending; it took Alma to sacrifice herself for the magic, not just Pedro. The triplet’s survive.