(Another??) Luisa's Villain Song.

(Another?¿?) Luisa's villain song.

But it's not related to YLMDITW au this time so I think I'm getting a free pass

She's the strong one, always works

Place heavy burden on her, she relieves

Will break mountains, will move fields

Just so you won't ever move your fingers

Have you wondered if I'm nervous?

Maybe I'm human under the surface

Push me your burdens

It never releases

I'll take back there years

I'll force it to ease

They made me carry their weight

So much and so hard that I drowned

Have no escape, I do work rushed

No one worries when I'm exhausted

Know they take me for granted

Until I break undemanded

The pressure won't ease

It grows for the years

If it refuses go

I have to make it low

Try to carry this weight all alone

Can you stand it until it crash your bone?

Give it to Luisa, I'm sure she's helper

She can hold everything together

So what if I don't wanna carry it all?

If I'd fail

Trying to keep it in line the peron

The weight is far too big for a stone

Give it to Luisa, she can be useful

One or two it'll all be annual

And what if I didn't shoulder you all?

Not rended to being pressured

I tried to hold onto the measured

Being hardworked is what I costed

Ever so often breaking the hosted

And now I'm just left wondered

Have it ever worth it?

I lift and I carry.

Squeeze what they ask like a berry

They need me to hurry

And the time is squeezing worry

Just wait... If I could break...

The weight of the leak

Could I get to rest without steak?

Don't feel this ached?

But I'm just burdened

Like my song is signed

I never agreed

And I don't wanna break any longer.

By this heavy pressure that seemed to never stop.

Destroying and crushing me that I can take no more

So how about I turn the tables

Make others take all the heaviness

I won't be the one who buckles or bends

Just the others.

Put under the pressure that just tips, tips, tips

Break and twitch until nothing lefts

I'll give it to them and won't ever ask is

The weight of burdens far too hardens.

This pressure just falls and destroys

And I'm not under this.

It will be villagers.

They'll feel the pressure!

Pepa when she has to wake up early: What do you mean we don't have coffee?!

Pepa, going back to bed: No, I'm not gonna deal with this shit.

Nothing unusual, just Mirabel being baby-sized next to her seven foot frame sister

Do you think Luisa would be jealous of that cezve with volume 500 milliliters that I apparently have?

Isabela: I wish you guys take more interest in my plants! We're sisters but sometimes it feels like we're just roommates

Mirabel: Isa, if you don't cut it out with your middle child nonsense, I'm gonna shove your cacti into the bath.

Isabela: DON'T YOU DARE—

Isabela: And since when am I the freaking middle child??

Why stay if you can't pay the rent?

Just like that, their stability was broken again. The life was a never-ending marathone anyway. (AU where Agustin is not from Encanto and isn't biological father to Isabela and Mirabel)

Do you remember I said about this AU and then did nothing?

Warning for mentioned arson and death as aspects of war

Luisa felt smoke.

It took her a second to proceed with this. The awful smell that filled her nostrils, getting stuck in her throat. She jumped, startled by the disgusting aroma. When something burned it meant no good. Before the war had started it meant that some of their meager belongings were damaged which meant a money loss, and they never seemed to have enough of it. And now... Luisa dreaded to think what it would imply this time. 

"Papí," She breathed out, turning to her sleepy dad in panic. She started to shake him, grip so tough that there was a huge chance it would leave faint bruises. There were serious troubles, and they couldn't stay inside any longer. She felt her heart pounding, demanding to get free.

Agustín groaned softly, he was never one for the early mornings. According to the darkness that she could see behind the window for a short time, it wasn't even morning. Another attack at night. Very soon it became bright, not from Helios, but from Hephaestus. Or maybe Athena and Ares were more correct collation. "Lu, is everything okay?"

Something shouted behind the window. It was enough to get Agústin on his two, drawn of what was going on. He shrank his shoulders, looking at the bright light outside of the window with squinted eyes.

The smoke was rising, there was an evident cracking outside. A hungry fire that ate everything on its way. 

Luisa felt fear growing in her chest. It twitched her lungs, making her choke. Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen, she couldn't tell. Her eye twitched. She knew what they had to do.

Agustín looked around the place. A small one-room house where they stayed. Cheap, barely having a place for one person in it. But with constant terror in the cities, it was the luxury they needed. Even if it took a back-breaking labor to keep living under a roof. Which was even worse with how accident-prone was Agustin. (And maybe she was too.)

"We have to get going!" He ordered even if Luisa knew it already, she could see how pale his face was in the sheet of darkness. Wrinkles of holden-back terror stretched across his face. He grabbed his broken glasses — one of the temples was taped. Moving out again. 

If there was a good thing in their constant lack of money it was that they never had many things to carry to begin with. Two sets of clothes at best except those that they wore, a bunch of hygiene products, and whatever food they had if there was any at the moment.

Luisa grabbed twill trousers, they were originally made for her Abuelo. It was nearly impossible to find clothes for Luisa, especially feminine, and her dad couldn't afford a seamstress to make a personal dress. Even if he suggested it several times, it would push their budget out of balance. And it was too much of a risk that wasn't necessary at all. 

Luisa had no idea where they would go. It wasn't the first time, they were often moving from one place to another even before the war raised its ugly head, cursing whatever kind of normality they had. She wanted peace, to stop waking up in the panic of screams. It wasn't something that they could affect, despite all Luisa's wishes. Her inability to do anything stung. Maybe that's why she clung to her dad. He was the most stable thing in her life. Probably the closest person she had. With how often they were moving, they were almost always in speed, it was hard to maintain many friends. How were all of these she was close to even a little? Were they alive? Luisa had prayed for their safety, but she had no way of telling for sure.

She tensed her fists, hearing a woman screaming outside. Things were tearing apart as if they were a Prometheus' Liver and were pecked by an eagle every day. The good thing is that Greek mythology existed. It was one of the best coping mechanisms Luisa had: Compare everything to Ancient Greece's people's beliefs.

Luisa hit the door with her foot in whole strength. She didn't know if it was  actually  locked from the outside, but it was a faster way without so many risks. Time cost a lot. It could have a price of a life and Luisa wasn't going to pay it.

And just like this, they had to run again. They always did. No matter if she was a toddler and they were kicked out because Papí had spent all their money unsuccessfully trying to save Mamá from dying in childbirth, or a young adult and a war blaze had spread around their tiny place to stay.

There's nothing left behind. There's nothing ahead of them. Just this suffocating uncertainty when they run into nowhere under the shouts of bullets, saving their lives and clinging to whatever they can find along the way. It's just blood spilled between people Luisa had never known. And wouldn't. They were at Hades', never coming back. And Luisa didn't care enough to be Orpheus.

The streets were filled with the violence of Ares. It seemed to penetrate  into  every corner of Colombia, throwing the grass and the sky into the meat grinder. And then turn the handle until it's just an indistinguishable mess of blood spilled over the cold grass.

They pushed through the thick greenery, getting away. Luisa felt branches whipping her arms, leaving red itching marks. She'd have to check on it later if she remembered to. But, ah, it wasn't like she was going to die from it. The pain wasn't pleasing, but she could tolerate it for a while.

"Careful," Papá placed his arm on her back. "Lu, don't injure herself." It was the hypocrisy of him to say something like this, but Luisa bit her lip, burying this upsetting knowledge inside her gut. 

"How much do we have?" She turned to him. This question was the only thing she thought about every time they had to leave. When would they live? What are they going to do? The fact that stability was ripped out from under their feet again clung to her with the sharpest claws. 

There was no reply, just shrugging with an attempt at consolation. "We'll get through it." He patted her shoulder, trying to ease the situation, but it wasn't helping at all. It didn't change the fact that they were homeless for an unknown time again. Of course, they would 'get through it'. They always did. But Luisa's soul still burned, exhausted from a never-ending marathon.

She wasn't a child, she could know what was going on with their status. As much as her Papá tried to assure her that they were doing well for years, she knew that it for the most part was as far away from the truth as they were from the Gods on Olympus.

"We just have to find another village and hope we won't be caught in there." Agustín lifted his chin, taking Luisa's wrist in a soft gesture.

Maybe he was right, they just have to push themselves through it. Returning like Er and rising from the ash of death. Things were nowhere okay, but it's just how it was. A cycle of escaping from the edge of death. They just have to hold on and pray for another day to come. What else could they do? Papa would never allow her to the dangerous battlefield. Luisa couldn't blame him, she would be the same to the smallest point if he ever thought of joining the forces. The fear of losing the only stable beam of her life was something that she couldn't handle without wanting to merge with the floor.

So there wasn't much she could do except for looking after her dad. He deserved it, after all, raising her alone for almost her whole life. Luisa squeezed his arm, trying to find reassurance in physical closeness. Just confirming to herself that she wasn't alone made it not as impossible as it was from the depth of their position.

If they were lucky, maybe they could stay in a peaceful place for longer.