Dolores: I CAN’T DO IT!
Isabela, laughing: I CAN’T EITHER!
Dolores: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE
Mirabel: WELL I’LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN’T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN’T DO IT WITHOUT US.
Dolores: I appreciate it,
Dolores: BUT LOOK WHAT WE’RE DEALING WITH-
Dolores: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE!
Luisa: Dolores we gotta-
Dolores: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT.
Dolores: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY ‘What am I willing to put up with today?’
Dolores, motioning to Camilo: NOT FUCKING THIS
starve me(camilo x male oc)
he/they(Camilo) x he/him(Ádrio), Camilo’s pronouns are inconsistent
Camilo Madrigal Needs a Hug, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Camilo Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal-centric, Gay Camilo Madrigal, Self-Hatred, Self-Harm, Starvation, Original Character(s), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Depressed Camilo Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal Has an Identity Crisis, Neurodivergent Camilo Madrigal, Gay Male Character, Everyone Is Gay, Gay, Non-Incestuous Camilo
May write more if anyone wants me to
“A, mi Ádrio, you can take this and come back soon, okay?”
“Remember—one silk and three linen! Do not forget this time, okay Ádrio?”
“I will not forget!”
He bounced down the stone road happily, making an adventure where there was none. Forging a path through the street and looking at the brilliant view of all the colorful adornments on every wall and door. Even the alleyways were decorated with beautiful lights, and the eaves near-poetic. He looked down every alley like he was looking at a page of a fantasy book, exploring the realms of his town again and again. He was interrupted, though, when he heard a soft whimpering coming from an alley near the Madrigal house. Curious, he decided to investigate.
He saw a teen boy, sitting against a wall in an alley and crying, wearing a tear-wetted yellow poncho. He cried uncontrollably, curled up in a ball. Ádrio’s childlike wonder faded, and he approached the stranger. He noted his beautiful curly hair, with a truly enchanting bronze-brown tone.
He slowly walked up to them, sitting down next to the weeping boy. “What, are you here to pity me?” He continued strongly crying and buried his head only deeper into his arms. “No…” Ádrio didn’t know what to say. “What’s your name?” He tried to say it softly and laid his head on his knees, head tilted toward them. “Camilo.” The way he answered it was as a choke through his tears, pouting as he said it. “That’s…” He struggled to find the right words— “…That’s a beautiful name, Camilo…” His voice was soft as silk, soft as the poncho draped on Camilo’s shoulders.
Camilo didn’t respond after that. He just kept letting his cries be muffled by his clothing. Ádrio took out a die from his pocket—a gold encrusted, bejeweled majesty of a cube. He then unfolded an old paper from his pocket as well, and laid it on the ground. Camilo only looked over for a second, with abject confusion. “This… is the Pajaro family die. It has been in our family for seven generations, and each time it was passed down it was bathed in a new layer of gold, reprinted with new numbers, and handed down to a new child.” They only showed slight interest in this strange baratija, electing to pay little notice. Until he rolled the die.
Ádrio’s breath hitched, and his fist tightened. He looked on the back of the paper, triangulating a net of circumstances before finally coming upon the result that he wanted. He almost gagged on the air, taking a second to fully take in what the outcome of this die roll really was. But he accepted it like he did with all things. “Hey, Camilo…” They scoffed at the attempt at engagement. “You don’t have to try…”
“But what if I waaant toooo, Camiloooo?”
“Please, Camilo, I want to know…”
“No, you don’t.” Camilo almost laughed.
“I do, I really do.”
“Fine, you wanna know so much? Here.”
Camilo shredded both arms of his ruana, stopping himself before he accidentally shredded more. Ádrio got to see an array of scars, some freshly bleeding and others barely-visible month-old cuts. He was speechless. The only thing he could do in that moment, the only natural reaction he had was to hug Camilo. And so he did.
He felt how cold Camilo was, their heart hurting and their body suffering. Camilo needed any kind of peace and relief in their life, and Ádrio was ready to try to give them that with a hug.
Ádrio gradually got Camilo to open up more, and they talked about his issues for hours on end. The Madrigals still had no idea where Camilo was due to his perfect imitaton of others on the spot. He had run away and didn’t plan to return. Camilo shut down his initial attempt to lean on them, but eventually allowed it. They kept talking and talking about each of their issues, Ádrio comforting Camilo and making him feel like, even if he only had one right now, he had friends in the world.
The night came quickly enough. When Ádrio left it was already 10 at night, and his mother didn’t foresee him returning by the end of the day. He fell asleep on Camilo’s shoulder, them silently protesting. They figured it was the perfect time—the only time they could do it now. They reached out to their left side, vacant of sleeping Ádrios, and picked up a shard of glass. He dug it deep into his skin, poking through the outer skin layer instantly, and dragged it down his arm all the way to his wrist. He cried silently as he did it, and then set it down to fall asleep propped up against Ádrio’s head.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.” Camilo playfully nudged Ádrio.
Ádrio yawned and sleepily looked at Camilo. He only now noted how skinny they were—almost like they hadn’t eaten in years. It was incredible. “Mmm… do you want something to eat?” He rubbed his eyes and laid on the hard ground. “Uh… no, I’m fine.” It took Ádrio a minute to realize, but he finally understood. “Are you… starving yourself, Camilo…?” They hung their head low, almost ashamed to admit anything. From that moment on, Ádrio promised to himself he’d show Camilo what it meant to live.
To experience adventure.
the security is camilo’s crush
Isabela, smugly, after security arrives to escort Mirabel and Camilo out: So, do you wanna walk out of here or do you wanna be carried out?
Mirabel, in defeat: Let’s go.
Camilo: I’d kinda like to be carried out…
Camilo is right
Dolores: What do rainbows mean to you?
Camilo: Gay rights.
Luisa: There’s money.
Alma: The sign of God’s promise to never destroy the whole Earth with a flood.
Isabela: It is an optical phenomenon that separates sunlight into its continuous spectrum when the sun shines on raindrops.
This is why Camilo is the best Madrigal
Mirabel: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat*
Isabela: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents
Mirabel: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you
Dolores: Actually I did the math, Isabela would have $225, not $0.15.
Antonio: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :)
Luisa: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please?
Antonio: Sorry I only have a dollar
Dolores: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Isabela would have $22,500 because it’s a dollar for every pixel, not a cent
Antonio: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice
Dolores: You can buy anything you want with $22,500
Camilo: Yeah and he wants soda and apply juice
Isabela: Apply juice to what
Camilo: Directly to the forehead
Mirabel: Great chat everyone