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[prophetic-hijinks]

Becoming Madrigal

Ramiro was adopted at eight years old, and was given a normal room. However, when he saw Elena and Bruno as his parents and spoke the words, he became a true Madrigal.

Casita immediately had a rapport with Ramiro, the child enchanted by a magical house that helped him navigate the world. However, when given a chance Casita bestowed a power that made them able to communicate emotionally/telepathically with Ramiro. Ramiro can also feel the emotional history of objects.

Elena and Bruno are great parents, even though they sometimes forget they have to be more descriptive with their blind child.

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#encanto #encanto oc #elena ruiz #bruno madrigal #bruno magridal #prophetic hijinks #encanto comic #fanart #Ramiro madrigal #Ramiromadrigal

[gg-raccoon]

I don't know about you, but as far as I'm concerned @prophetic-hijinks is canon. A perfect continuation for Encanto.

I'm being serious. The line between the movie and those fan made comics is very blurry right now.

#encanto #prophetic hijinks #thoughts

[atarahderek]

Inktober day 23: Celestial

I've been trying (and largely failing) to keep up with the Encanto OC Appreciation event put on by @encanto-extended-edition and finish out Inktober at the same time. So I've been using some of my prompts to participate in the aforementioned OC event as best I can. Well, it's time to "share the love."

Elena Ruiz, as seen with Bruno Vision (which is different from and independent of Future+, which is how I refer to his gift since he primarily uses it to watch TV in the future). This is the night Elena and Bruno met.

This fandom has tons of OCs to follow and fall in love with. My favorite so far (besides my own, of course) has been Elena, star of @prophetic-hijinks comics/storyline. The hope she still holds out for finding the husband and equal partner she actually wants and needs, and starting a family with him, even as she approaches 40, really speaks to me as someone who feels stuck in a similar sort of limbo. Eventually she gets what she's been dreaming of, and far more than she ever imagined.

Disney's Emoji Blitz has turned out to be very convenient for indicating which characters' POV is being depicted.

#Disney #Encanto #Encanto OC Appreciation #fan character #Elena Ruiz #Bruno Madrigal #Prophetic Hijinks #Inktober 2023

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Commission of Mirabel and Elena for @prophetic-hijinks​! My commission info is here!

Elena Ruiz is a fancharacter from the comic series Prophetic Hijinks.

Drabble under the cut:

Elena found it surprisingly easy to adjust to the house being alive. It wasn't unlike growing up in the convent. The house had a natural buzz, a certain agenda, and it responded to asks for help, falling children and excessive clutter; it was, in its own way, very like an order of nuns. It was one of the easiest things to understand.

What she found strange was the politicking of being Bruno Madrigal's fiancée, and all the parties and meetings and social-visits-that-weren't-really-social-visits. But Bruno didn't seem to pay much mind to that, and she happily took it as her cue to break the rules. Like now; the party was buzzing downstairs, a party just for her, and here she was sneaking away from it. It wasn't her first engagement party, but it was certainly her favourite; Carlos had insisted on no children the first time around, but today Elena could simply slip away and amuse herself singing songs for Cecilia and the little ones, leaving Alma to say whatever it was she needed to say to the other women. The emerald engagement ring on her finger, still new and unfamiliar, glowed in the dimness as she walked through the hallways, unsure what she was looking for. The house guided her along by fluttering the floor-tiles and twitching paintings in the direction it wanted her to go.

"Wherever you're taking me," she said, "I hope you're going to cover for me if I'm found out." The house didn't respond to that. Had it been too indirect? She wasn't quite sure what the rules were.

She reached a dead end, and found to her surprise that the skirting-board around her was coming undone, and arranging itself at the end of the hall; it formed a doorway leading into the night air, where a spiral staircase wound up and onto the roof.

Elena wondered if Bruno was waiting for her. Apparently this was supposed to be a women's night, but perhaps he'd snuck home early for her. She smiled to herself at the thought, and drew her shawl around her against the night air as she started to climb.

When she ascended to the top of the stairs, though, she instead found the figure of Bruno's niece Mirabel, curled up on the roof and staring at the stars. Had that been who Casita brought her here to see?

Glad she wasn't wearing her heels, she tiptoed along the top of the roof towards where Mirabel was sitting.

Mirabel didn't look up. It was clear from the smudging on her face that she'd been crying; Elena wondered if she was perhaps not the best person to approach her, new to Mirabel's everyday life as she was, but the part of her that remembered being an adolescent made her come closer. How many times had Elena hidden in a quiet spot like this as a teenager, feeling like the world had forsaken her?

Mirabel drew her knees up and hugged them as Elena perched next to her.

“Hey there,” said Elena softly, unsure if she should put an arm around Mirabel or not.

Mirabel rubbed her eyes, simply pushing her hands under her glasses instead of taking them off. “Sorry,” sniffled Mirabel, “I didn’t... want you to see me like this.”

Elena took that as her cue to redirect her eyes away from Mirabel and towards the stars. Elena had comforted a lot of teenagers, under a lot of circumstances - the convent had seen its share of tragedy and adolescence both - and she was encouraged by Mirabel’s body language and tone of voice. Mirabel, it seemed, wanted to talk. That was good; Elena wanted to listen.

“I’ve seen worse,” said Elena warmly, “You’re still a lot more interesting than the crowd downstairs.”

Mirabel snorted. Elena chanced a peek and saw that Mirabel was still hugging her knees, goosebumps on her exposed arms; a pang of maternal sympathy washed over Elena, and she took the shawl from around her shoulders and swept it over Mirabel’s shoulder, grateful the thing was so impractically big.

(If things with Carlos had been different, would she have a daughter about Mirabel’s age, now? Best not to dwell.)

“What’s on your mind?” asked Elena, watching Mirabel accept the shawl and pull it further around her arm, shuffling closer. A heart after her own. Elena would hide away by herself for hours, yet long desperately for someone to find her, to offer her a hug and a shoulder to cry on.

Mirabel stared despondently at her feet. “I don’t know,” said Mirabel, “A lot.”

“Like what?”

Mirabel seemed warmer, but didn’t stop hugging her knees. She didn’t reply. 

Elena thought back over the last few letters Bruno had sent her. She’d been here so much since the proposal, there had been no point writing. Shame - if something had happened with Mirabel, he would certainly have mentioned it. 

“It’s - “ Mirabel began, then sighed. “Abuela told me that at the wedding, she... I mean, she said it was mainly symbolic, but... She said she was going to make an announcement. About... about appointing a successor to be the head of the family, and... retiring.”

Ah.

“That’s a lot,” said Elena.

“It’s a lot,” said Mirabel gloomily. “Cause if she retires, that means...”

Elena knew exactly what that meant; it meant Mirabel became head of the Madrigal family, and the de-facto mayor of the town, before she even turned twenty. Bruno’s letters were full of details on this point. Mamá made Mirabel do the breakfast meeting today... Mamá and Mirabel went to a stakeholder’s meeting in town... Mirabel is studying business strategy and I’ve been helping her... Elena had known that Alma was planning on a gradual retirement someday, but evidently, that day was coming now.

“I mean, I’m not a kid,” said Mirabel, sighing. “I’m almost a grown woman! I have to quit wasting time and do something with my life someday... It’s not that I don’t want to take over...”

Mirabel seemed so young to Elena. Had Elena thought of herself as a grown woman, when she wasn't even nineteen?

“It’s just so fast!” Mirabel let go of her knees to make a gesture of frustration, her voice catching. Her eyes began to fill with tears. “Everything’s moving so fast. Abuela’s retiring, Isabela told me she’s thinking of moving out, the wedding, it’s happening so fast...”

Elena rubbed Mirabel’s back in comforting circles. Mirabel buried her face in her hands and stifled a single sob, hid there for a moment, then sighed, forcing herself to calm down. Elena wished she could take Mirabel in her arms and let her cry for as long as she needed to... Elena wished, now, that it was Bruno here and not her; she was sure Mirabel would have wanted her uncle, not her unfamiliar aunt-to-be.

“If you told me, when I was your age, that I had to start doing community management for a town this size,” said Elena, “I’d have felt so overwhelmed, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Abuela was only twenty-five when she founded the Encanto,” sniffed Mirabel, “And she had three kids. And she’s not even really retiring! She said so!” 

Mirabel’s voice was full of frustration, but Elena recognised self-anger and self-loathing when she saw it; she could see Mirabel begging herself to pull it together, stop being dumb, even if she didn’t say it out loud.

“She said barely anything will change, it’s just setting things in motion... That I won’t be in charge until I’m ready... I’ve been training for this for years! It shouldn’t be a big deal!” Mirabel rubbed her face. “But I can’t deal with it! I just can’t! I won’t even have Tío Bruno - ”

Mirabel stopped herself and gulped. Elena paused too, seeing the look on Mirabel’s face change, a blush rising in her cheeks.

“...Because he’ll be married to me?” said Elena softly.

Mirabel’s voice trembled with restraint. “I really want Tío Bruno to marry you,” she said, “I don’t... I don’t think there’s anyone else in the world who would make him happier... He was alone for so long, he deserves it so much... We all love you so much for him...”

Elena felt her heart melt a little at that, despite herself. 

Mirabel blinked away tears. “I’m really sorry,” she whispered, “I just... Seeing the vision of you, with the twins... I feel so selfish. And so stupid. I really want him to marry you, I do, I want him to have kids, I want him to have that... But there’s this... this stupid part of me... That wishes...”

One of Elena’s private fears was that she would never be accepted by Bruno’s beloved sobrinos, the ones he wrote so much about, and that they would never forgive her for stealing him away. But of course Mirabel, who was so sweet and generous, would never resent her. Elena wished she did resent her. Instead, poor Mirabel was stuck on this roof, resenting herself. 

“Wishes things could stay the same,” murmured Elena, and Mirabel choked back another sob, leaning towards Elena. This time, Elena did wrap her arms around Mirabel, unfamiliar or not, and held her closer.

Elena heard Mirabel stuttering out, through tears, “I - I’m sorry - ”

Mirabel was so young, and so much like a younger Elena, and so much like Bruno, too, bright and brilliant. The sound of her crying made Elena’s heart break. “Oh, honey, don’t be sorry... Shh, mija... Don’t be sorry. You’re okay.”

She held Mirabel like that for a while, rubbing her back, brushing her hair away from her face. Elena thought about Bruno’s letters, again. Bruno spent many of his days worrying about Mirabel; chasing after her through her adventures, keeping her out of trouble, helping her with some new big project or other, desperate to protect her from the worst of his mother’s influence, preserving what little of her childhood that remained. What must it be like for Mirabel, who had spent her adolescence under his wing, to lose him to a new family?

When Mirabel finally quieted down to silent tears, Elena said, softly, “Have I ever told you about Ramón?”

Mirabel shook her head. Elena kept her arm around Mirabel, kept rubbing circles into her back, as she stared up into the stars.

“The first time I ever sang in front of an audience, I was thirteen. He was a busker, down on the city thoroughfare. He played the guitar for me. It was the first time anybody played for me since my father died. I felt like myself for the first time in years.”

Mirabel mumbled, “Tío Bruno told me about the fire.”

Elena nodded, grateful to be spared that part of the story. “Ramón was amazing on the guitar. I hadn’t heard anything like it for so long, I finally felt like I was at home again. I asked him if I could come back, and he said to come the next week, and bring a guitar from the music room, and he’d teach me to play for myself.”

“And he did?” said Mirabel. 

“Every week,” said Elena, “For years. We’d spend an hour practising music, then another hour performing together. Every time I came back, he had something new to show me. He’d grown up poor, but he’d gotten his hands on every book he could. I thought there was nothing he didn’t know. I used to live for those weekends, when he would teach me how to be a musician. And then... when I was seventeen, I finished my bachiller, I went to go see him. The weekend before I applied to go to Conservatory, to study music...”

Elena ran her hands over her fingers, where the guitar-callouses had once been. Carlos had hated them; insisted she switch to piano and moisturise them away.

“When I got there, he said, ‘Today, Elena, you don’t need to sing; I’ll play for you, just for you.’ He did his whole set, all the music he’d taught me over those years. And then, when he was done, he handed me a lock-box. It was money - half of the money we’d made together over those years, the money I’d helped him make so he could keep it... He’d been putting it away, all that time, to give it back to me at the end. And he said, ‘Elena, I have nothing left to teach you. This is the last thing I have to give you. Now, you’ll be the one playing the music’.”

“What did you say?” asked Mirabel.

“I said thank you,” said Elena, “And I kept it together all the way until I got home, and then I cried, all night, because I was never going to go back there and learn music from him, ever again. I was going to leave, I was going to study other people’s music somewhere else, and I would never be the kid singing for Ramón on the thoroughfare again. The best part of my life was over, the new part hadn’t begun yet, and I was stuck in the middle with nothing... I didn’t feel like I’d ever be happy like that again, even if I became as brilliant and famous as I dreamed.”

Carlos had hated Ramón. Ramón had a special talent for insulting Carlos, very subtly and very slightly, in ways that were practically indetectable. Elena had always told Carlos he was just being mischievous. Elena had only realised recently that, in fact, Ramón had always hated Carlos back.

“Do you still miss it?” said Mirabel.

“To tell you the truth,” said Elena, “Yes. Life got... very complicated... when I turned about twenty. There are lots of times I’ve wished I could go back to that thoroughfare...”

Elena took Mirabel’s hand, gratified to see that she had stopped crying.

“But I didn’t have to miss Ramón,” she said. “He was wrong. He said he had nothing left to give me. But I kept in touch with him. He walked me down the aisle towards a man he hated,” She gave a short laugh, “And then, when that man left me, he got in his wheelchair, wheeled over to my house, and got me drunk. To tell you the truth, Mirabel, I’m forty-one, and I still don’t feel like I’m grown-up enough to stop needing his help.”

Mirabel, even with her eyes puffy and her face wet, smiled. “You’re famous.”

“And, you know what? I still feel exactly the same as I did when I was thirteen. I feel like a kid playing around, with the grown-ups pretending the clap for me... Even with my face on record labels. I still talk to Ramón and feel like there’s nothing he doesn’t know.” 

Mirabel rubbed her face again, still smiling. “The first time Tío Bruno played your music for me,” she said, “I was fifteen... He said you re-invented the genre, and they should name the National University’s music building after you.”

Elena paused. “Really?”

“He said you could hear the classical training,” said Mirabel.

Elena found herself a little knocked off her train of thought with this information. Had Bruno said that? He’d never said that to her. 

“I’ll have to ask him for a full review later,” Elena said, chuckling, “The point is... You don’t have to feel ready for these changes. It’s normal to not feel ready to grow up, no matter what age you are.”

(Even if you’ve already been married, even if you’ve tried to have children before... Those were things Elena didn’t need to say.)

“And the world won’t change as much as it feels like it will,” she continued, “I promise Bruno will always be your tío, just as much as he is now. I don’t think he’d ever change so much that he wouldn’t drop everything to help you...” She smiled. “And I don’t think he could be a father without your help.”

Elena squeezed Mirabel’s hand.

“If it ever feels like too much,” said Elena, “I know he’ll be there. It’s just... I’ll be there too. I promise I’ll take care of things while you two are on your adventures.” She laughed. “I’ve heard all about them.”

“That’d be nice,” chuckled Mirabel. 

“And if you ever need to just get away and be a kid again, you can always come to us. I promise we won’t saddle you with any more responsibility. You can come play rat theatre with us, and make Camilo do all the grown-up stuff, okay?”

Mirabel laughed. “Rat theatre? Not you too?”

“Well, I think Bruno’s tastes are a little corny,” admitted Elena, “I was planning on introducing some diversity. Rat musicals... rat opera... Rat improv? His plot twists get so convoluted.”

Mirabel laughed again, properly this time, and Elena smiled at her. Downstairs, where the party lights were still going, someone put on a record - no Agustín to play the piano tonight.

“We should probably get back,” said Mirabel, “Abuela might wonder...”

“We can stay here for a little longer,” said Elena, smiling, “I’ll just tell her you wanted to talk to me about... Oh, I don’t know... economics? Something modern like that?”

“Economics,” laughed Mirabel. “Yeah. Okay. Maybe for five minutes...”

They both sat next to each other, staring up at the stars. 

“They say that the Germans were researching how to send rockets to space,” Elena told Mirabel, “And that perhaps someday they’ll land on the moon, and build things there.”

“Do you think they will?”

“I don’t know,” said Elena, “Who knows what the future holds?”

They were silent for a moment.

“Bruno does,” said Mirabel, and Elena laughed. 

“Yes, I suppose he does. I could ask him... But perhaps that would ruin the surprise... Oh, look!”

Elena pointed to where a streak of light was moving across the sky, or so it seemed for a moment; Mirabel craned her neck, looking around eagerly, but the sky seemed still again now.

“A shooting star?” said Mirabel.

“Maybe!” said Elena. “Or maybe a rocket launch, who knows? I don’t know anything about stars. You can barely see them, back home.”

For the first time, Mirabel was the one to take Elena’s hand, and squeeze it in her own. 

“This is your home,” Mirabel said, “Or at least it will be soon.” 

She grinned. Elena saw, in that grin, the promising young leader that Bruno spoke so highly of; she felt a flush of pride that they’d had this conversation, now, something between the two of them that Bruno hadn’t been a part of. That Mirabel wasn’t just Bruno’s niece but hers, too, someday soon...

“Is something wrong?” asked Mirabel, and Elena realised she’d gone quiet.

“No, not at all. I was just thinking...” Elena smiled. “On our first date, Bruno spent so long just talking about you and your adventures...”

“Really?”

...And I think I fell in love with him then, because it was clear he was so full of love, and his face lit up with joy and pride and he wasn’t embarrassed, not a bit, to show how much he admired this little girl; his heart was so huge, and he was so sweet, and I hadn’t thought there were men in the world who could be so gentle... “And it’s strange,” said Elena, “How much things have changed since that day, and here you are in front of me. Mirabel, if you don’t mind me saying this, I can’t wait to be your tía.”

Mirabel smiled. She looked very like Julieta when she smiled. She looked very like Bruno when she smiled.

“I can’t wait either,” she said.

They would go back to the party soon; but they lingered for a moment there, staring at the stars, as the music played on in the distance.

#encanto #art commission #prophetic hijinks #elena ruiz #elena is so nice to write.... i would love to live in her brain like an apartment #the story of prophetic hijinks begins tidily just as mirabel gets too old for the EncantoTV universe i'm very tickled by it #is elena ruiz canon in encantoTV? well she's not NOT canon. if she was she'd cameo in giftshop lol

[rinnysega]

Moon - An Elena Ruiz and Mirabel Drabble

A small drabble for @prophetic-hijinks. It’s been a rough day for her, but I hope she knows she’s loved for the wonderful friend that she is. I hope you like it, Hijinks 

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A front step and some moonlight - two old friends Elena could always rely on no matter how old she got or how many dreams came and went throughout the years. Sitting out in the cool, night air, staring up at the soft light of the moon shining down on her, was all she needed in times of comfort. It was all she needed for a long time. Back when she was a girl, now that she was a woman.

Her bump was growing bigger by the day, and soon Elena would have to start wearing the new dresses Bruno and his family got for her as her baby continued to grow. Sitting out there that night, she held one hand to it while the other propped herself up, leaning back to gaze up at the stars. She used to feel so small, staring up at that sky, hoping and praying that she’d be heard in a mass sea of voices, all sending out their wishes and prayers in the same way that she did. Out here, it felt like she could be heard. She wasn’t even praying, yet she could feel her wishes, her inner desires were heard. Her fingers gently scratched at her belly as she let out a small sigh of air through her nose.

“How does this compare to the city?” came a voice behind her. 

Elena turned slightly to see Mirabel come to join her, sitting beside her and flattening out her skirt as she did. She smiled at her, and Elena returned it.

“A lot different,” she answered. “You can actually see the stars and tell where the moonlight begins and the streetlights end.” 

Mirabel nodded in agreement and looked up at the moon as well. “Are you thinking about anything particular out here?”

“Not really. Old habit of sitting outside when I need some time alone.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, let me just -”

“-Oh, no, it’s okay, Mirabel.” Elena put her hand on the other’s arm to keep her from standing. “I enjoy your company. Please stay.” 

Mirabel sat back down comfortably and looked out at the village lights, clear and golden compared to the milky white that draped across the valley. They sat there for a few moments in silence until Elena spoke again.

“I was thinking,” she said, “about how I’m going to be a mom soon.”

“You must be very excited.” 

“I am.” She leaned back slightly and laid against the steps as she smiled for the first time in a long time when staring up at that moon. As if in thanks for her prayers that had finally been answered, her eyes glistened with a film of tears as she told Mirabel, “I bet your Abuelo prayed on those stars and that moon for your Abuela.” She paused for a second to keep her voice from cracking. “I bet that’s how he got so blessed to have a family like yours.”

Mirabel waited for a moment while Elena dabbed her eyes with the hem of her sleeve. In response, she laid down beside her tia and said, “And now we’re blessed to have you be a part of it too.” 

#prophetic hijinks #encanto drabble #rinny drabbles #mirabel #elena oc #elena ruiz

[inthishousewestanspiderpunk]

Hey y'all! So here I am with the first Encanto story since last summer I believe? I've had a lot going on and nothing at the same time, it's been weird to say the least! I've been to Australia, come back, looked for work, met my girlfriend, there's been a lot!

Now, before I bid you adieu, I want you to know that Elena doesn't belong to me. I wish she did, but she doesn't, she belongs to @prophetic-hijinks and is the wife of Bruno and mama to Pedro and Catalina and eventually Ramiro! She's a singer from the city and I love her so so much, so I couldn't not do something about it! The song she sings at the end is a Spanish version of 'Dream A Little Dream Of Me' however, it may not be accurate, I got the lyrics from YouTube and had to faff around to get them un caps locked, but I got there in the end!

Hope you all enjoy it and check out the hijinksverse if you haven't already! It includes pissed off bouncers, Bruno being chased by Antonio's friends and Casita being more than a little sassy! Stay safe and take care!

Charlotte :) x

Elena and Bruno groaned as their sleep was interrupted by the shrill cries of...Catalina? Wait, no. Pedro. Yup, definitely Pedro.

"I got it," Elena mumbled as she sat up, stretching her arms above her head and groaning at the stiffness. She blinked sleepily and groaned again, with her husband putting his hand on her shoulder in solidarity. One thing he had learned quickly on was to never get in between Elena and sleep. Approach the sleeping siren as you would a sleeping capybara; very carefully with snacks at arms length or not at all.

Bruno shook his head and was already out of bed. "It's okay mi amor, you stay there, I'll see what's wrong, si?"

Before she could protest, there Bruno was, ever the diligent husband and papa, making his way over to the nursery corner that casita had created for the twins. In comparison to the main area of the bedroom, it was very similar, shelves and cupboards seemingly carved out of the rocks and it being cordoned off by a never ending cascade of sand, but that was where the similarities ended. Casita opened the sand curtain for Bruno and his face softened as he saw that yes, it was indeed Pedro who was crying for attention. This made a change as usually it was Catalina who would wake them up with her shrill cries.

Smiling softly, Bruno leaned over the crib, picking his son up. The movement and noise coming from her brother made Catalina stir and cry out as she gradually woke up. Bruno sighed a little and smiled tiredly at his daughter. "Ay, you too? Alright then mi flor, all aboard the papi express." With an over exaggerated grunt, Bruno picked her up as well, making sure both babies were comfortable. He kissed her black whisps of hair and pretended to nibble on them as a late night snack. Whilst Catalina inherited his hair colour, it was Pedro who had gained the telltale Madrigal curls and with his brown hair, he reminded Bruno of when Camilo was his age. He told this to Elena one night and she could see his point, but she thought it was more akin to a birds nest. "Fitting considering you're my woodpecker," she giggled, kissing her husband on the nose. Her woodpecker, his songbird. He would never tire of that for as long as he breathed.

As soon as he was picked up and held against his papa, Pedro turned his head and made tiny grabs at the hairs on his chest; oh yeah, he was hungry alright. As for Catalina, she too was trying to latch onto Bruno without success. Tandem feeding it was, then. It seemed that, for the babies, anything that resembled a breast or nipple equaled food. Not technically wrong, but not technically right either as proved by Catalina last week when she took a shine to Mariano only to be bitterly disappointed when nothing happened. In her disgust, she not only cried so much she vomited over her prima's novio, but quelled said prima's current desire of having the five babies she lied about Mariano wanting two years previous.

Bruno glanced at the clock on a nearby stone shelf and saw it was a little past two in the morning. This was going to be a long night. "Alright mi bebés, shall we see about getting sorted? Yeah, you'd like that, I know you would." Walking back to the bed where Elena was, Bruno continued to talk to the infants, explaining in great detail about his newest telenovela that he was working on. "...and well, he's in the hospital with amnesia, so he can't exactly do a whole lot." His wife let out a soft laugh and shook her head. "Is papa telling you one of his stories, mis pollitos?" she asked as the first hungry baby was passed over and adjusted in her arms. Bruno shrugged awkwardly and gave his wife their daughter. "Well, I wouldn't call it a story, more plot devices for the next telenovela."

"Mmhmm."

She smirked knowingly and raises a single eyebrow. It was totally one of his stories.

Just as Elena was about to comment when there was a whimper of annoyance from Pedro as both of her babies fought for space, kicking each other with tiny cries and trying to get the best spot. "Now, now, there's more than enough to go round," Elena muttered, starting a little as Catalina latched on, followed by Pedro a few moments later. As soon as she felt the gentle tugging sensation from both sides, she relaxes and leans back into the bed cushions. "There you go, is that nice? It's mama's secret recipe, all for you and Catalina."

Her children, her twins, her babies; so little yet so full of life and personality already! Catalina with her fighting spirit, never one to back down, always had to have the last word, but oh, so fearless and so loving. Bruno commented on how she was clearly a resistance fighter in a former life and Elena found herself agreeing. As for Pedro, he was a sensitive soul with hazel eyes that seemed to bore into you and was fiercely protective of what he loved. Given that he was only three months old, this was his comfort ruana and a toy rat that Mirabel had sewn for her new cousin.

Both parents watch in a silent rapture, the only noise breaking the illusion were the grunts and mewls of the babies, along with their rhythmic suckling. Without even thinking about it, Elena begins to sing. An older song, one she sung countless times that had resulted in many a patron being left under her spell when she was on the billing. A song that she had sung to her children both in and out of utero and calmed them down right away. Bruno instantly recognises it; the song she was serenading the crowd with when he first laid eyes on her three years before.

"La luna allá en el cielo,

Susurra y me trae tu “te quiero”

Y un bello sueño me hace sentir,

Que ya estás cerca de mi

Solo sueña un poquito

Suspira y envuélveme en besos

Dame la mano y yo soñaré

Que volvemos a vivir

Las luces del alba nos llaman

La noche comienza a morir

La luna se funde en el cielo

Despierto sin tí..."

#prophetic hijinks #not my oc #encanto fic #bruno x elena #dream a little dream

[aeshnalacrymosa]

It took forever...

BUT I finally finished this. 💚 I hope you like it, @prophetic-hijinks !

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[sassmasterintraining]

Drew @prophetic-hijinks OC Elena as a quick sketch since I love her and Bruno! Plus, she's just so pretty!

#bruno madrigal #encanto #prophetic hijinks #fanart! #my art

[cheetee]

Is the security guy for Elena's bar your character?

he is not, Hugo is an original character of @prophetic-hijinks. I suggested that Hugo assumes Bruno is a wizard because I thought it was a sensible and funny way to explain his eventual response to the vision tablet. (But I have a special fondness of Hugo! I love big tough softies.)

#encanto #prophetic hijinks #encanto oc

[prophetic-hijinks]

Vows (aka leave room for Jesus)

Master comic list

Start from the beginning

Comic 1: totally smitten

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[redglassbird]

Ancient oracles r like

"they don't call me propHE(C)TIC for nothing. Let me give you a super cool prophecy! Totally won't make you self-fulfill anything nope! I do value chaos tho! Anyways ur gonna kill ur dad lol have fun with that :)"

#Oracle #Oedipus Rex #Tragedy #ancient literature #ancient history #Chaos #Chaoscore #cryptidcore #Crytpid #Yea #Ancient #Latin #Greek mythology #ancient greek memes #Prophecy #prophetic hijinks #tumblr #text post #anyways

[adoptedmadrigal2]

Celeste is growing up fast, and she's scared of the changes.

@needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves Dulce is pregnant! With Camilo’s baby!

Everything's OK mi estrella.

Celeste was a month away from her tenth birthday, and she was kind of dreading it in a way, she knew that from what she'd heard she was going to get some kind of talk after her birthday, and she was scared she'd done something to get herself in trouble.

Dolores was concerned since she'd heard rumors of the young girls in the encanto getting their first period as young as 8 years old, she wanted celeste to know what was going to happen before it happened so she wouldn't be scared.

For all Dolores knew Celeste could start her period any day now, I mean she herself had started when she was 11, so Celeste starting at ten wouldn't be surprising. Though it might be really early for her baby girl to get her first period, but it wasn't anything she and celeste couldn't get through together.

While Dolores drank her morning tea the trio of hunters approached her.

"Mama, can Rio and Songbird and me go hunting tonight?" Celeste asked Dolores.

"Let me ask tia if we have room for any more meat," dolores informed

"Tia juli? How are we doing on meat supply?" Dolores asked

"I'm gonna be using the last of our elk cut for dinner, and we have a few small fish left after that, why?" Julieta told as she buzzed around the kitchen taking care of her herbs and healing food

"The Golden trio wanted to go out and hunt," Dolores said walking back to the three awaiting children

"You can go, but go to the river to get some fish first. Then once you bring the fish back you can go find and elk or something. Do any of yoy need anything from town? Crickets, arrows, knife sharpening?" Dolores asks

"I need to restring my bow, the line's gone slack, and I need a new silencer since my other one fell off when we were hunting last time," Elena said

"My knife needs sharpening, it's gone dull to the point it'll frey a fishing line instead of make a clean cut," Celeste added.

"I need a new hook for crocodiles, I had a crock break my line and take the hook with him last time, and I need crickets," Bek told finishing the list of needs.

"Well then, let's get the three of you to town so we get a good haul tonight," Dolores said

"You're going into town?" Isabela asked curiously

"Yeah these three need some hunting stuff, why?"

"We need some things for the bathroom, and Liv needs a few things from Osvaldo’s" isabela said handing dolores a scrap of paper with a short list on it.

"Ok kiddos grab what you need to bring with you to get your gear, and we'll be leaving once I let tio mariano know that I'm leaving." Dolores declared

The kids started gathering their things, Elena getting her bow, with the slack string, Celeste grabbing her knife to get sharpened, and Bek grabbing his cricket bucket and his hook caps so he doesn't hurt himself on his new crocodile hook.

"Mi amor, I'm taking the kiddos to town for some hunting gear and isa needs me to get some chocolate for liv and apparently we're almost out of pads too," dolores tells as she ties her espadrilles around her ankles.

"Ok mi buho, be safe" he says pressing a kiss to her cheek as he catches a sneaky grope to her rear. Loving the little squeak he gets a a response.

Once the group is in town she leaves the trio in the little hunters market while she places an order for the chocolate cookies and treats liv wants.

She returns, to see that senor ruis is helping her restring her bow with a silencer on it, Celeste is looking at some hunting boots, and Bek is looking at the spears.

"Alright there señorita, strung up just right with a fresh racoon tail silencer on it," senor ruis plucking the bow string to double check its taughtness.

"Gracias senor," Elena thanked as Dolores approached to pay for the restrung bow.

"No need dolores, on the house today, I can tell Elena doesn't misuse that bow of hers, she just wears the string out with how much she hunts." He tells

"Gracias," Dolores said guiding the trio to the tackle shop.

"Hola mis pequeños pescadores, what's got you three here today?" Senor DelRio said as soon as the trio walked in

"We need some crickets, and i need a new crocodile quad, had one bite through the line and take the one I had with him," Bek told the older man.

"Mhm, sounds like you got a mean crock on the river, do you need some stronger line?" He asked the boy

"If you have some stronger than the black paracord I always get," Bek said

"I got you covered hombrecito, " Senor DelRio said as he gathered the crickets and placed them into bek’s bucket that he made from wire fencing and some wood.

"Here you are, take care with that quad hook," Senor DelRio told.

"Here you go senor," dolores said handing him the money for the hook line and crickets.

"Good luck with the fish," Senor DelRio called as the group left.

"Now, I'm going to ler you thre go to the blacksmith on your own, because I have to pick some things up from Osvaldo’s. Stay together, don't leave the blacksmith until I come for you

The trio walk through the square until they get to Rosita's place.

"Hola Rosita!" Celeste said.

"Hola estrella, what brings you to the blacksmith today? Did your tio send you?" She asked

"Nope, it's me this time, I need my knife sharpened por favor, it's gone dull." Celeste explained

"Of course, can I see this blade of yours?" Rosita requested.

Celeste handed her knife over, and rosita tutted softly

"This knife is getting thin mija, tell you what, I'll sharpen it for you this time, but then I'm gonna make you a new one. And since your la sobrina de mi novio, I'll do it free of charge as a gift for your birthday." Rosita said.

"Really?" Celeste asked

"Of course mija, do you want a carved handle?" Rosita asked

"Si can you do a star carving with my birthstone embedded in it?" Celeste asked

"What's your birthstone?"

"Aquamarine,"

"It'll be ready by your birthday," rosita promised

"What will? Dolores said as she walked into the blacksmith shop.

"Her new knife, it's my birthday gift to her, her knife that she has is getting down to the bone, and she deserves a good strong knife to gut an elk with," Rosita answered

"That she surely does, I don't want her getting all of her clothes disgusting trying to spend an hour gutting an elk when she can do it in 20 minutes with a sharp knife." Dolores said as Celeste was given her knife back freshly sharpened.

"See you at casita Rosita," Dolores called wxiting the shop.

"Ok you three have all you need, I've got what isa asked me to get, let's get home and have some lunch before you three head out on an elk hunt and fishing trip." Dolores declared as Elena shifted her bow sling from her right to her left shoulder, Bek placed his hook caps on his quad hook, and Celeste put her case over her knife.

" I want you three home by no later than midnight, and if you can, catch a duck, I can hear dulce's baby, and if we can assume anything from her last pregnancy she's gonna want duck," Dolores told

"Lips sealed, secret safe," Dolores said, making the trio vow to secrecy with a silly saying

"Close the vault, lock the safe," the three choruses vowing their silence.

Once the sun started to set, the trio got their hunting clothes on.

Elena dressed in black boots and a simple light dress with shorts underneath, since she was gonna be in the trees,

Celeste was in her yellow pants and black top with dark burgundy boots.

And Bek, was dressed in a green pair of shorts and accompanying top, his green boots in hand. Isa had their faces smudged with green and yellow pollen so they blended in more. And Luisa was tying the girls' bandanas on their heads isabela doing Bek’s around his collar.

"There you go girls," luisa said happy with her handiwork

"To the river," Bek declared.

Celeste hid them with her invisibility. And the three headed off into the shadows.

"Ok, I'm going to set a crocodile line, and then stop the river flow for us to catch some fish for tia julieta," Bek said as they walked through the mountain crack.

"Here's my knife, did you bring the crock line?" Celeste asked

"Sure did, this stuff ought to hold that beast, we'll have to check the line tomorrow" Bek said through his teeth as he tied the quad hook,onto the line.

"Did one of you grab the chicken off the counter that tía cut for us?" Bek asked taking the caps of the hooks, stuffing them into his pocket.

"Got it," Elena said handing the raw chicken over

"Good," Bek said hooking it on the line, once the chicken was hooked he set the line, tying it to a tree to make sure the crock wouldn't escape.

A rustle in the woods behind them caused them to go quiet, Elena drawing her bow, Bek pulling the dagger he snitched from his tio Felix's hunting supplies, and Celeste being handed her knife back.

"JAGUAR! STAR WATCH OUT!" Bek screamed as he watched the jaguar pounce out of the shrubs

When it jumped at Celeste, when Elena caught a shot as the jaguar was in mid air, still, the claws scratched Celeste, tearing her shirt but not breaking skin.

Celeste fell onto some rocks, thst left a few scratches on her back. But nothing more than slightly reddened skin and barely bleeding marks. Not to mention when she fell, she landed on a sharp rock right between her legs.

Celeste cut the loose pieces off of her shirt to use wiping the jaguar blood off of Elena's hands which resulted in it's new length stopping right below Celeste's ribs showing her toned and flat stomach in the moonlight.

"Celeste, are you ok?" Bek asked, looking at her stomach searching for a mark.

"I'm fine, he only tore my shirt, by the way nice shot Lena."

"Thanks... Celeste are you sure your OK? Your pants are bloody," Elena said pointing to the growing red stain coming from between Celeste's legs.

"Well I'm not hurting, so I don't know what that is, but since we have a jaguar and a bucket of fish courtesy of bek's gift, we should head home. " Celeste suggested.

When they returned back to casita, Bek took the jaguar in to tia julieta and got some of her arepas for them as a post hunt snack, and hopefully to get Celeste to stop bleeding. Elena scaled the fish, and Celeste ate the arepa that healed all of the scratches and marks, but the red stain still grew even after the arepa.

Celeste, Elena, and Bek began to panic.

"Maybe you should go to the bathroom. See if you can see the cut," Elena suggested, and with her invisibility. Celeste snuck through the kitchen and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she pulled her pants off and she didn't see any scratches on her legs.

Maybe it's further up, underneath my underwear. Yeah, it looks like the blood's coming from this front bit of fat Celeste thought.

When she pulled down her underwear she saw that the blood was concentrated further back on her underwear than she thought it just seeped into the fabric making it look like the blood was coming from somewhere else. There was no cut, atleast not visible.

"Celeste! Did you find the cut?

"No, can you go get pepa por favor? Maybe she'll know what to do" Celeste requested

Pepa was walking toward Isabela's room to help her with some plant things when she saw Elena run up to her.

"Tia pepa! Celeste needs you, she's in the bathroom," Elena told

Pepa followed the girl down to the bathroom, rapping her knuckles on the door when she got there.

"Mi nieta? What's wrong," Pepa asked

"I don't know!" Celeste squeaked

"Can I come in?" Pepa asked

"Si," Celeste said quietly.

Pepa opened the door and stepped in, seeing the bloody mess on her nieta.

"I'm bleeding, and I don't see a cut anywhere. What's happening to me?" Celeste asks desperate for answers as to what's going on.

Pepa looks down at Celeste's pants that had been abandoned on the floor, and it dawned on her what was going on.

"I think I know, can you take your panties off for me?" Pepa asked

Celeste was desperate to figure out what was wrong so whatever pepa asked, she did.

Pepa took one look at Celeste's underwear and the blood on her thighs. Poor girl was a month away from turning ten, and getting this talk.

"OK, I can assure you you will be just fine mi nieta, I need to get a few things, go on and shower while I get what you need," pepa told, Celeste breathed a sigh of relief at the assurance that she would be just fine. She pulled her top off and took her red tresses out of their shirt ponytail and stepped into the shower.

"Lola! Can I come in?" Pepa asked rapping her hands against the door to her daughter's bedroom

"Si mama.... why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Dolores asked pulling her door open to see her very anxious mother with a cloud above her head.

"tu niña acaba de tener su período, ella pensó que era una herida, y está asustada," Pepa explained, going full Spanish due to her panic.

"OK that tradition about the talk after their tenth is changing to after their 9th, mi bebita" Dolores grumbled as she grabbed a pad from her closet, along with on of her old nightgowns, knowing Celeste found comfort in wearing some of her mamí's clothes.

"Gather up Elenita, Ava, Elena, tía juli, and Mira, I'll meet you guys in my room with star once she's taken care of," Dolores instructed entering the bathroom where her little girl was.

Pepa went to gather the aforementioned adults first before gathering the girls.

"Hey Pepa," Elena said as she sipped her tea, she was sitting with Julieta at the bar. Julieta deboning some jaguar cuts.

"Hola, we have a situation," Pepa said.

"Who got hurt?" Julieta asked peeking around behind Elena.

"Nobody got hurt per se, but there's blood involved. " Pepa said,

"Which one?" Elena asked finishing her tea.

"Celeste," Pepa said before rummaging through the wine cupboard, "wine? Were gonna need it for the awkward conversation ahead of us," pepa asked as she uncorked a bottle of red wine.

"It isn't awkward pepi, you just get really bad secondhand embarrassment for the kids," Elena said watching Pepa pour herself a glass of wine.

"Anyway, we need to get Mirabel, Elena, and Ava, and head to Lola's room," Peoa told taking a long swig of red wine.

"I'll go find mi mariposita, Elena, you find Elenita, Pepa, you find Avalyn," Julieta concluded wrapping the last cut of jaguar in parchment, and placing it in the meat chest.

After each of the eldest three found their niña, they all went to Dolores's room, taking a seat on her bed, sofa, or on the floor near the bed.

Dolores walked in moments later, Celeste attempting to hide behind her.

"Well this is certainly not how I expected to bring this subject up," Dolores mumbled, sitting on her bed with Celeste beside her.

"What happened to Celeste?" Elena asked since se was one of the ones to witness the blood on Celeste's pants.

"Celeste got her first period," Dolores said simply hoping her prima or tía will jump in and explain.

"What's that?" Ava asked

"Well, it's what makes all of us able to have bebés, each month, your body prepares for pregnancy by thickening the lining of your womb, and sending an egg down to be fertilized by a boy, if it isn't fertilized all of the lining and the egg come out, that's what makes the mess. The bleeding is most commonly referred to as your period. And the cycle as a whole is the menstrual cycle." Julieta explains

"So Celeste isn't hurt?" Elena asked

"Not at all mi Elenita, at least not in a traditional sense of having a wound. She may feel pain in her stomach, back, or around her nipples due to all the hormones, these pains are common, they're called cramps," Elena chuckled ruffling the younger girl's hair.

"Does it happen to all girls?" Ava asked

"Si, while these two don't have it anymore," mirabel said pointing to her tía and mama "Me, tía Elena, and Lola do, once you start your period, you'll have It every month for a long time, but when you get to be about 55, it stops, that's called menopause," mirabel said.

"Do you have any stories to tell?" Celeste piped up for the first time since entering the room.

"Goodness yes, I could tell you loads of stories about your Mami, or your abuela, even mirabel," Julieta said with a little chuckle

"And I could tell stories on you, you were awful when you were on," pepa said poking her sister's side

"You wouldn't dare!" Julieta gasped

"I would. Want to hear about the time she bled on tío gus," Pepa asked getting a collective yes from the young girls

"Dios mio," Julieta sighed

Hope you enjoy ❤

Now to dissappear and watch Harry Potter

#bruno magridal #encanto au #encanto bruno #encanto comic #encanto disney #encanto headcanons #incorrect encanto quotes #madrigal cousins #madrigal sisters #women's rights #prophetic hijinks #elena ruiz #elena is a good aunt #poor celeste didnt have a clue what was happening. #pepa is a gremlin with her sister #Julieta will get her payback though

[bitsy83]

A birthday present for my dear Encanto friend, @prophetic-hijinks ! I had SO much fun writing the witty, Bogart-style banter for Bruno’s inner monologue. I’ve always been a sucker for those old black-and-white crime movies. Enjoy!

#encanto #bruno madrigal #elena ruiz #encanto oc #prophetic hijinks #bruno x oc #jazz noir #prophetic noir #encanto fanfic #mirabel encanto #camilo madrigal #encanto antonio #dolores encanto

[gg-raccoon]

For sure prophetic's stories are in line with an Encanto continuation! Elena is amazing and such a cool character

I know, right?!

She's beautifully written and the love story between her and Bruno is amazing. It's not that fast paced and that makes it feel more organic.

The art is also stunning.

#ask #my first ever ask #prophetic hijinks #encanto

[rinnysega]

Songbirds and Woodpeckers

💕 A poem by Bruno to Elena / me to @prophetic-hijinks 💕

Elena, do you miss the city of dogs?

Left behind when I brought you to this valley of birds?

Every so often I look at your smile and wonder

Nevertheless, out here, it seems to be brighter

Autumn became winter, and the years soon flew by

Right beneath our noses, the both of us changed

My wrinkles, my weight, my butterflies never subsiding

Your grace, your womb, and your dreams flourishing

Songbirds and woodpeckers are nesting in the trees

Over the spring, our little ones will see them from the windows

Night will come, but they’ll have no dogs to fear

Gentle caresses of wind will lull them to dream

Blue skies will fade over the crest of the mountains

Inside while they sleep, we’ll be out to see the stars

Right when the birds turn down from their long days of flight

During this time, it will be ours to do the same

#prophetic hijinks #elena oc #elena x bruno #rinny poetry

[splat-precipice]

Gus and Elena: First Meeting

For a man so concerned about being trapped. Lord Gustavo Pinheiro did a fine job getting himself into a right mess. 

When he heard Mrs. and Miss. Gaiten being announced at the door. He told the servant to tell them he was “indisposed” if they asked. 

He expected his mother to be polite and entertain for the prerequisite and proper 15 minutes before excusing herself and sending the two unsolicited visitors on their way. Instead, he heard his mother laughing. Honest to God laughing, and the sounds of Elena's sweet giggles coming from the front hall. And as their conversation carried past social protocol, he realized something horrifying. His mother was enjoying their company. 

He couldn't escape to his room. Because the tap of his cane on the marble steps would be unmistakable as he ascended to hide in his quarters. Certainly couldn’t stay here, for if Ms. Gaitan enthralled his mother further, they would likely take luncheon and tea in the very parlor room in which he stood. 

He was at an impasse, perhaps he could sneak through the servant door down the hall and through the kitchen. It would garner stares from the staff, but at least he would avoid the social travesty of ignoring callers.

Gustavo pulled himself, grimacing at the stiffness in his leg. The pain was not as severe as it once was, but too quick or strenuous a movement, or standing for too long brought on a persistent ache. He attempted to stretch out his limb, but the pins and needles made it impossible to put any weight on his bad leg at all, and he felt his body sway as he fell onto the pianoforte stool, his left side bodily hitting the keys and the discordant sound of half a piano of keys being struck was deafening in the silence. 

'shit', Lord Pinheiro cursed. Straining his ears. To listen for his mother's voice.

"Oh dear, it's the cook's child I think. We let him bring her in when her grandmother is unwell and sometimes she plays on the piano. Not well as you can hear", Gustavo heard his mother's voice explain, getting closer.

‘DAMN IT ALL’.  It was impossible to rush to the servant's door now. Gustavo grunted as he hoisted himself up and went to open the curtains to let the light in at least, of which there were several.

"It's kind of you to let her play. If you wish to foster her skills. I act as a music teacher to a few of the gentry children. I would be happy to tutor her". 

"Oh, she is servant class, I am sure you are better occupied teaching music to someone who can use it."

"With respect, I was of low class when I learned my musical skills, it has served me well and is a joy very few things can replicate" 

Lady Pinheiro smiled at another of the young woman's faux pas. Lauded as a well-trained social climber. She wasn't as poised as she was purported to be. Polite certainly, but if she was well trained, she wouldn't have said thank you to a lower servant earlier. Or made a self-deprecating joke at her own expense. And just now offered her opinion against a Lady in defense of the cook's child. For all whispers and rumors surrounding this girl, she put on airs less than others she would entertain. And she was beginning to suppose her genteelness and sweetness, were genuine. A rare trait in the le bon ton. 

"Of course, you are right. I will ask him. He cannot pay, but I can cover the fee."  Lady Pinheiro gestured at the servant nearby who opened the door for the parlor while holding her hand at the protestation of Elena, who meant she'd offer her services for free.

"Posh, I insist. But first, let me hear what I am paying for... Gustavo?!"

Lord Pinheiro froze he was only able to open one window and two sets of heavy damask curtains since setting to work at it. And in his haste to tarry to the next curtain he had already exerted himself, the evidence of it stitched on his face. 

His mother was closer to him, so the Gaitan pair couldn't see the mortification on her face. There was very little explanation as to how this could be considered too indisposed to meet guests.

Lord Pinheiro set to open his mouth in explanation, hoping to pluck the words from the ether but was instead interrupted.

"Oh Lord Pinheiro, so sorry to have disturbed you", Lady Elena offered with a proper curtsy, a shocked Mrs.Gaitan following her lead. "The drawn curtains! You must have been indisposed with a terrible headache."

The Lord just stared at her wondering how she could be so dense of the situation, before catching the smallest fraction of a wink. Hidden from the elder women's sight.

"Yes… forgive me. I had been struggling with it all morning. I only now started feeling well enough to bring the light in."

"Fresh air would also do you good" added Lady Pinheiro, as she sniffed the air subtly, gesturing for the servant to open the windows.  "Elena was going to present for us, shall you stay?." 

"Oh yes, Lord Pinheiro. You won't find a finer singer and musician than my Elena I can promise you that. She is such a talent, her singing routinely brings many to tears.”

"I'd wager, with an improperly tended migraine any singer could draw tears." Elena joked warmly to her mother. Lord Pinheiro caught himself smiling at that. Before making his face impassive, when she looked at him again.

"Please, don't feel compelled to stand on propriety on our account. I would not be offended if you wish to nurse your headache away from my playing." Elena offered. She would be sad to see him go, wanting to learn more of this handsome man’s character, but wouldn’t force his company.

'poor bait indeed, that releases its own snare'. Gustavo thought as he readied to bow and excuse himself, before stopping and turning to her. "Actually… I think I am well enough to stay. Thank you."  

Elena gave him a delighted lopsided grin that reached her pretty mahogany eyes. The sincerity of the reaction, caught him by surprise and despite desiring to be seen as reticint, he couldn’t help but mirror it. Gustavo, gestured for all to sit, his mother by his side. Elena at her place at the piano, Mrs.Gaitan delighted at their exchange beside her ready to turn the pages. 

“Now, hopefully my reputation hasn’t preceded me too much,” Elena said with what Gus thought was a knowing smile. “I would hate to leave my hosts wanting.”

Mrs.Gaitan was known for exaggeration. But truly, he had rarely heard a more beautiful voice and expert playing. And just for a moment, he entertained the thought he wasn't one of the last Lord’s she visited since the ball. That she came here to see him, Gustavo, and not a Lord Pinheiro. That she wasn't just casting a wide net for social climbing.

Or at the very least he thought, watching her Auburn hair glow in the sunbeam that bathed her in light. That he didn't care why, or when she came. That if he was destined for a loveless marriage, he could do worse than Miss. Elena Gaitan.

#part 3 #regency era #regency au #gustavo pinheiro #elena ruiz #prophetic hijinks #rinnysega