𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

His girl

CTTO: dos-oroguitas 

t.w. sensitive topics such as mentions of scars and allusion to abuse

In which Camilo's sudden action had caused you to be startled, flinching away from a both worried but also curious boy who knew not the reason why you did so.

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Not much was exactly known about you when you first came to the village but in the dead of night, donkey hooves were heard clopping around the paths of Encanto, apart from the soft murmurs of those who had helped you move into your new home. As soon as the sun rose from between the mountains of Encanto, citizens had helped in building a new home for the newcomers that consisted of a mother and a daughter no younger than fifteen.

Rumors had it that the duo had escaped from another nearby town or that the mother and daughter had stowed away on a produce cart bound for said village but no one was sure and no one would ask. The small family, if you can even call them that, kept to themselves, walking the streets without meeting anyone's eyes. Magdalena, your mother was almost always covered up, her face draped with a silk cloth so only her eyes would be visible. Magdalena and (Name) Basilio were an enigma that the villagers and a certain shapeshifter were itching to uncover.

Looking at them from afar, the two were normal.

Though there was a certain elegance that the two odd newcomers of Encanto had exuded. Proper postures, chins up, and clothes that were a bit more extravagant than a normal person in the village would have. As closed off as you two were, the villagers would often find themselves staring as you walked by.

Of course many rumors arose from the townspeople even as you had already been residing there for months already. Some more far-fetched from the others but some truer than they seem.

Though today was a bit different, only one Basilio was out and about in town today. The lovely (Name). Unlike Magdalena, you were surprisingly amicable, smiling so sweetly that you had managed to charm the people you've encountered in the short time you've stayed in the town. Though they would often notice that despite the twinkle in your eyes, the smile on your face never quite reached your eyes.

You were looking over the produce, not really knowing how to tell apart the ripe ones from the overripe ones. Pursing your lips as the shopkeeper, who you had known as Paulina, stifles a laugh and shakes her head.

"Your mamá should really teach you the difference, chiquita." You can only smile. You really had no knowledge of these things that other boys and girls your age were already experts at. Though before you could say anything more, a yell of your name interrupted you.

"(Name)!" Ah. That voice sounds familiar. Turning around you were greeted by the boy you had surprisingly gotten close to. It only took bumping both of your heads into one another while browsing in the local library for a good book for you two to befriend one another.

"Camilo!" You exclaim, stifling a laugh as you as he bumped your shoulder with his. "Oh? Tia Magdalena is not with you today, princesa?" The boy tilted his head as he looked around to get a glimpse of your mother, upon finding none he looked at you with an excited grin. You shook your head, smiling sheepishly with a blush on your cheeks at the nickname. "No, 'Milo. Mamá isn't with me today."

At that, the boy let out a sigh of relief.

"Ah, c'mon, 'Milo, my mamá isn't that bad." You chide with a pout as the Madrigal boy had shrugged his shoulders. "You say that but sometimes I can just see her looking at me like she wants me to go away." You purse your lips at what he said, knowing well the reason why she was so protective.