Requisitions

It Feels Like the Beginning of the End

Requestor: on AO3

The Request: donde Dolores sea mas util, protagónica y junto a Mirabel salven el Milagro con la ayuda de Bruno

Google translation: where Dolores is more useful, protagonist and together with Mirabel they save the Miracle with the help of Bruno

Honestly, this is probably more deserving of a fully fleshed out story to give the full story, so within this request fic- it will start with a peek into the story.

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Mirabel bounded up the stairs, her cut and bleeding hand almost forgotten if not for the sting as she grabbed the railing. She is huffing as she reaches for the doorknob to Antonio's new forest of a bedroom. She opens her mouth as she turns the knob, ready to yell for Abuela. She has to come see the cracks right away, something is very wrong with Casita.

Before Mirabel can turn the knob, the door opens and closes in a whoosh and she is pulled away by Dolores who drags her down the hall, eyes darting around the open courtyard space almost anxiously.

"Hey!" she hissed, "Where are we going?" Dolores doesn't answer her, but instead continues to half drag her through the open hallway until they reach her own glowing door. Mirabel pauses to look at it for a moment before Dolores can yank it open, and she is struck by how sad the picture makes Dolores look, how forlorn. "Dolores!" she yelped as she was pushed roughly inside.

Noise from the party suddenly disappeared and Mirabel stood quietly blinking. How was it so quiet in here? She wondered. The party had been loud enough to hear it through most of the house, and yet, there was no way to tell it was happening from inside this room. It was a room she had barely spent any time in, especially since Dolores's own party had been canceled right after she received her gift. The noise had been too much for her to handle so abruptly at six years old. Now, at eighteen, she had a much better grip on how to sort through and filter the constant noise, settling some of it into an ambient background that followed her wherever she went, except here. "Woah... It's quiet." the words tumbled out from the surprise of it, she thought that Dolores's room would be filled with noise somehow.

Mirabel's skirt swished and turned to look right into Dolores's wide eyes. "Okay- what is it Dolores? I have to go tell Abuela about the—"

"The cracks? Yeah, I know." Dolores interrupted her with the solemn shake of her head. "I've already tried." she admits, "She doesn't want to hear it, doesn't want to even dream of the possibility that something is truly wrong with our Casita and the miracle." Dolores's slender hands rest on Mirabel's shoulders, "And if you go out there and interrupt Antonio's party the only thing that will happen is it will make you look like a fool and you are far from a fool." she continues. She bites her lip, troubled, as Mirabel's jaw slowly drops. "The cracks come and go so fast that there isn't time to go get someone to see them. I haven't said anything because Abuela thinks I'm being dramatic, that the cracks I'm hearing is nothing more than Casita shifting and settling, which houses do, but I know it's not the right sound." her fingers twitch on Mirabel's shoulders before withdrawing and wringing them together in front of her chest. "And honestly, I'm not all too sure what to do."

A knock on the door made her let out a small 'eep' and she turned on her heel, skirt twirling around in her haste. She opened the door a crack to see Julieta standing there. "Tia Julieta!" she greeted nervously, allowing the door to open a bit more. "Ah, there you two are." she smiled, "We're getting ready to take a family picture." she informs them with a motherly smile. "What are you both doing?" she asks with the tilt of her head.

"OH!" Dolores hums, "Well, I may have spilled something on my skirt earlier, and I asked Mirabel to come with me to choose a new one!" she lies smoothly and Mirabel blinks blankly before nodding vigorously, agreeing to the story. "Yup, yup, yup, we're just over here, choosing a new skirt." she laughs nervously, before turning and snatching up the first one she sees and shoving it in Dolores's direction. "Here you go, this is the one we agreed on!"

Julieta smiles fondly at the girls, "Best hurry to change Dolores." she chuckles before gesturing for Mirabel to follow her back. "We'll see you in just a moment." Mirabel looks over her shoulder at her cousin as the door closes behind her. It closes with finality and she watches as the glow seems to spark and dim for a moment before it is steady once more. Her brow furrows as her attention returns to her mother who is gently tugging her along back to Antonio's party.

"Are you alright Mira?" she asks with a frown on her lips and Mirabel shakes her head, "Huh? Who me? Psh, I'm fine." she stutters out and her mother stops her outside the door and puts her hands on her shoulders, just where Dolores's had been a few minutes ago. "It's okay if you're not alright Mirabel." she tells her gently. "I know you're still sad about your door ceremony, and probably a bit upset to see Antonio's go so well." she starts, almost unsure in a way that her mother usually isn't, "I want you to know, Mirabel, that gift or no gift you are still my beloved daughter, my sweet, crafty, creative, brave Mirabel. You are special because you are you, even without a gift." She assures her in only the way a mother can.

"Yeah." Mirabel tries to smile, tries to pretend that she agrees. "You're right." Julieta pulls her youngest in and gives her a tight hug, trying to show her how much she loves her through the embrace. As the part she takes Mirabel's hand to guide her back inside and as they pass the door, she spares one last glance to Dolores's glowing door, determined to speak with her after the party.