The Fact That Isabela Has Less Votes Than Antono Is Iconic!

The fact that Isabela has less votes than Antonío is iconic!

Because what can be better than random time to learn about headcanons ppl have?

Wings growing out

Alma didn't know how close he was. Day after day, staying by her side and helping her with the best ge could

@encantober-official prompt — Haunt

Pedro didn't think he would ever open his eyes again. He stared right into death's eyes, knowing there would be no return. The swing of the metal took his breath out in just seconds. And this was scary. He wasn't a hero, but he wanted them safe. They all deserved a happier ending. None of this was fair. Not to him, not to his precious family

He would like to say he wasn't afraid, but the truth is that at the moment Pedro wanted to turn around and run. Until his feet were off and he simply collapsed into the thick bushes. But this wasn't about him. Alma was here. Three beautiful babies who were just born in her arms. Too young, too innocent to deal with this. And even if Pedro didn't want to come for himself, he had to beg to spare his newborns. His wife.

The next time he had lifted his head was weird. Because he assumed he was dead. The cold bite of the digging blade, salty metal taste of the watmness on his tongue, soft water there his face fell — it was all too real. Vivid memories stuck in his head.

He gasped, his thorax tight and heavy al the green run underneat him. Giant grass as he realized a moment later. Too big compared to his tiny body. Pedro winced, flackering a little above in the tremblings of confusion. He stared back at the wings undeniably attached to his back. Sun filling him like an overflowed cup. Because he was alive and he flew just like a tiny butterfly.

Pedro felt dizzy. He knew he had died and now he was a butterfly. A bit afraid. What was he supposed to do with this? He still was all alone without any help.

It took a while before he managed to find Alma. Just by acciden, seeing her passing nex to the field of flower. Pedro tried to scream, say her name but the words never came out. His amor looked tired. Not just physical type, but weary. Black fabric hung on her shoulders.

Pedro flopped onto her hair. Sligtly moving his wings.

Since then, Pedro was following Alma. Trying to help in the best of his abilities. He had no way to communicate, to let anyone know he wasn't just a little buddy. But he sat nearby, at least bringing the tiniest bit of joy in their lives. No matter how small. He sat on the Alma's nose to make her giggle if she was sad. Tried to help her if she had to choose. Of course, he was just a butterfly and rately was able to do anything.

But he was here, next to his family. Never present but inseparable from them. When Alma cried to him, Pedro sat on the window frame. His wings bleeding from the pure pain, the agony in her voice. As he wanted nothing more than to hold her close.

He was just in front of Alma. Always here even if she didn't know it. He hung in her face, trying his best to cheer her up. Sometimes Alma sat down, looking at him dancing, flying in her face. Admiting the beauty and trying to hold it all together. The butterfly followed her day after day. Pedro was near, listening to her silent pleas. Alma didn't have wings, not yet. Bound to the ground she struggled to keep going. But sometimes, she looked at Pedro, not even realizing it was him. But tried to give herself hope by remembering. By knowing Pedro wouldn't want this.

No matter how many mistakes she had done, he was always next to her. When the face was filling with wrinkles and the sprankles of the soft nature were getting out became too rare. Even if Pedro knew he could fly away, but his dead heart wouldn't allow him to do so. Even if Alma wasn't perfect, he loved her and knew she was doing her best. And, at least he could make her a bit happier and help to see the way forward in the darkness that surrounded her.

Pedro watched it, hiw she changed, hating it. But still loving her. Alma did bad things but shewas the person he loved the most. Seeing her change to much was weird.

But in the end, there was time when, despite all bad things, she grew her own wings. Unaware, but already a light butterfly. Feeling genuinely happy for the first time. And Pedro would give everything for it.

Like aunt, like nephew

Encantober 2024 Bingo: Truth

There had to be a rather awkward, melancholy moment during the rebuilding where Isabela told Mariano the truth to his face.

I imagine it was hard for both of them.

(Also personal HC time! Mariano's abuela owns and operates the only "fancy" (read-she makes people get reservations because snooty Sra. Guzman is funny to me) restaurant in town, Los Amores. Restaurant is based off of a real restaurant in Colombia, though I forgot the name.)

@encantober-official

Camilo: *screams in emo*

Luisa: ???? *confused noises*

Camilo: I wasn't casted as a creepy dead old man!

Luisa: Uhm... you weren't casted as who???

Camilo: As Bittlejuice

Not sure if I should put bingo in the main but well

Lay all your love on me

Mariano didn't really love the one her was betrothed for. But the idea of upsetting his family was just too much

Encantober prompt - Poetry

AHHH ITS HERE ITS TIME

Looking back, his relationship with Isabela were always stiff. Mariano was a huge romantic, dreaming about someone to cradle in his arm and swoop off their feet. Someone elegant and gracious. But it was never like this around her. As much as Isabela was beautiful and majestic. It never felt real. Mariano wasn't even attracted to her to begin with. There was someone else he loved. But he got nervous. Made a mistake. And then his Mamá was so happy her boy wanted to ask Isabela Madrigal out. Señorita who's skin was delucate and soft like flower petals, who was everyone's dream.

And Isabela agreed. Mariano just... He couldn't break her heart. It wasn't right and he knew it, but he wasn't able to do anything. He wanted Isabela to be happy. And if she loved him, it wouldn't be very gentleman of Mariano to break her heart. So he swallowed his own feelings. His family wanted this marriage, it would bring them a huge honour. And she adored it so much. It... it just was wrong to break her heart. Everyine expected Mariano to marry Isabela, so what could he do? 

Sometimes, just for a second, when nobody looked, Isabela woupd flinch. Or her face would lose its graceful smile. For just a second. Before the Madrigal rose returned to who she always was. An elegant angel. Something inside Mariano pinged with guilt. Worried that he accidentally made her uncomfortable. So he pulled away. A gentleman must treat his woman (even if he didn't actually love her) with all respect on the world. 

He forced himself to look at Isabela, try to admire her like everyone expected him to. Even if he didn't feel that sparkle within his soul. When their dates feel so stiff that each of them could as well talk to the trees. And probably get way more of an actual conversation from it. It feels awkward. Nothing like the romance in his books. But again, how could he judge? Books always had mutual feelings. And even if Isabela was beautiful, Mariano didn't actually love her this way. But the idea of breaking her heart was so gutwretching. So what if Mariano has to live with soneone he loves, who is the one he longs for. But not being bethoded to her, just watching from the side. So close but out of reach.

When he wrote poetry he desperately tried not to think about whom he loved. But he couldn't help it. And felt so awful. Would it be considered cheating? He didn't want to be a bad husband. Even if he didn't love Isabela romantically, he wanted the best for her. And he wanted to be a decent partner even if she wasn't the one he loved. Mariano would train himself. Create a perfect marriage his family wanted. He was supposed to be an example for his siblings and cousins. This felt like a Shakespeare story, kiving somebody so much but never enough. 

Dolores is his everything.   

Now, after that engagement was broken, Mariano didn't have to date someone he doesn't have feeling for.  And the most ridiculous part of their relationship was that apparently Mariano was wrong about 'Breaking Isabela's heart' As it turned out she agreed to date him for exactly the same reason Mariano dated her. It was family pressure. They laughed so hard when they talked about it, the situation was so ridiculous it didn't feel real. As apparently they were the biggest idiots in the world.

But, with Dolores, Mariano loves her greatly. In burning words that spill onto the paper. He doesn't have to force himself to write for so long his eyes get eyebags. It just flowing naturally. He doesn't have to force himself like it's some chore. Because Mariano in fact wanted to write for Dolores. She filled his heart with such awful joy. Just looking into her eyes made him the happiest man on Earth. It hust feels free. They ran over the town, laighing. Cuddle together. Mariano didn't feel like he had to force himself just to make his family happy. Because this time, he was dating because he was in love. Not wanted to make his family happy, he simply loved Dolores. More than anyone else. She was like a muse. A star that came down from the sky, blindingly bright. So he could whisper his most secretive dreams to her. And turn them alive. 

And Dolores loved him back. With a hot heart. Not pretending into awkward dates where either wished for nothing more than escape. But a genuiely happy situation for them both. And now, Mariano hoped it would last forever. They spent every moment like the last in their lives. Every line Mariano wrote Dolores met with a dreamy look in her eyes. Full of adoration and passion to match him.

He could stand in the plaza, reading poetry for hours, and Dolores would look like she was bursting with adoration. She loved every word the paper had whispered. So Mariano couldn't stop. And luckily, one look into his muse's eyes was enough to inspire him. Make him detemined to see those sparkles deep inside again and again. So they would burn bright like stars above their heads.