ANDRÉS BUSTILLO

God does not face us knowing we would sooner spit in his face than pledge our faith to him.

[sigurism]

It’s a gift.

[mikahatash-blog]

Old Habits | Mikah + Andrés

 As he walked towards the figure opposite him, he grinned, catlike as his eyes sparkled with childlike glee, “Forgive me, If you will. I am a but rusty at this, been a good ten years since I’ve needed to put an argument to rest with steel.”

The blade felt natural in his grip, like the handshake of an old friend. He’d always been good with a sword, nearly unbeatable. He’d killed dozens in his years on the sea, as a young man, and although it had been some years since he’d fought, he’d still done his best to practice near every day. Mikah was a pirate, a man of steel. He refused to be caught unprepared. 

“Unless you’ve got the mind on you to give up now?”

[allthatglittersisandres]

His weapon of choice was always and will always be a rifle of some sort. A pistol, something that went bang and made a hole in something or someone far away. He was a good shot damn near perfect though those days were pretty far gone now. It was harder to shoot a rifle with one arm than it was to fight with a sword, his most hated weapon. Andrés disliked swords immensely only carrying one if it was needed and it was never needed. 

Despite his uneasy feeling holding a sword in his hand Andrés kept a grin on his face. “Of course not. I would never live it down if I gave up when fighting a boy, my reputation would just take a devastating blow Mikah.”

[madameevanna-blog]

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s not polite to stare?” She lifted a brow, a slow smirk spreading across her features. “Or is that a lesson I’m going to have to teach you myself?”

[allthatglittersisandres]

“I’m a horrible student, Evanna. Besides I was just waiting for you to not be too busy to talk with you. It’s been far too long since I’ve been able to enjoy your bright company.”

[connordryden-blog]

Well, friend, are you simply going to stare at me all evening or will you take a seat?

[allthatglittersisandres]

“Taking a seat would be nice,however the only seat open is the one that creaks just far too much.” Even after saying that Andres took a seat by the man he never saw in the tavern before. “Nice accent there, buen señor. Where do you hail from?”

[harveylowry-blog]

Never | Harvey + Andrés

The sun was too hot and he was too heavy. The years weighed down a once lighthearted man, and the blood on his hands was a reminder that this life was never an easy one. The breath caught in his chest easily and he felt as if he could pry himself open. Manuel labor was never his thing. Harvey was not particularly strong nor adept for long days in the sun hauling things about. But it needed to be done, so he did it.

As the sun sank below the horizon of the sea, Harvey sat back against a tree, letting the cool evening air blow through his hair (In desperate need of cutting). When it was like this, he could nearly believe that he was a young man, not fifty, but thirty. His body was young, he did tire from a days work, but not like someone his age should. The work he had accomplished would take a man in his fifties out for a good three days.

Looking up at the sound of footsteps, Harvey hauled himself up, trying to mop the sweat off his brow the best he could. “Evening.” The words were short. Although he was without a doubt a kind man, Harvey was not talkative these days. Years piled up fast, even if they did not show on his face, “Did you need something? I was about to head back to the shop, if you needed medication or such…”

[allthatglittersisandres]

“Sit back down, mi hombre marina. Juro que personalmente atraparte si levantarse de nuevo.“ The Spaniard spoke almost too fast to coherent. During the nights as the sun sank into the sea Andres wandered the island. He picked up the habit on Polaris finding the few moments of quiet a blessing when everything was becoming more than his shoulders could take. In the end lives were lost anyway and he had no way of preventing them, in time they became weight that held him tightly. But watching the people who had once been fearful of their lives living on Tortuga with much lighter hearts was a good thing he thought. Though not everyone was like that.

Andres did not know Harvey much while on Polaris beyond that the man saved his life and was part of the Navy. Back then he had not thought to get to know him more despite talking with him when he could. In the past twenty years he felt they were closer and in that closeness Andres was beginning to see the signs he was all too familiar with. Harvey was a man who would run himself into the ground helping others before himself that he lost the ability to be selfish, seemingly of course. The Spaniard was good at spotting body language and general emotions, but he could only make guesses through constant company.

Sliding himself onto the grass next to Harvey he set the sword off to the side enjoying the soft breeze after such a hot day. While shirt ruffling slightly when he moved his arm to run his fingers through Harvey’s shaggy hair. “Ever thought of growing your hair long enough to pull it back? I think it’d suit you.”

[debdarkpetal]

[sigurism]

What are you doing here?

[wolf-boy-stiles-deactivated2015]

“My darling Andres, that is almost cruel of you, teasing me so. Perhaps I will just ask Charles to teach me. Surely she could be a better teacher than ever you. Plus I suspect she likes me more than you do,” she pouted childishly as she returned the gesture, linking her arm with his. “What shall we do today, dearest? Other than poke fun at horrid English come ons.”

[allthatglittersisandres]

“Darling Charles loves many people especially those who tend to keep her out of my overbearing gaze.“ He feigned hurt placing his hand over his heart. “Tsk tsk you just said my darling daughter loves you more than I do, my lady. I think we should do something to cheer up my broken heart.”

[matthias-salvatore-blog]

The sword at his hip struck a chord with Matthias, who was used to picking up hyper specific information. It was the way his brain worked - irritatingly enough. He might not be able to read emotions unless they were shown in the equivalency of capital letters, but he could recognize things like a Navy sword, no, an officer’s sword, easily. It was beautiful. He had likely killed for it. The boy looked at the man with calm dark eyes, a hint of anger, boiling and buried away, hidden in his heart. He didn’t know, after all. “I h-haven’t,” he told him softly, tilting his head. “W-where did you g-get t-that s-sword?”

[allthatglittersisandres]

Andres looked at the boy closely with brown eyes. It wasn’t an odd question by any means, but it was the first time he was asked. Tortuga was an island of pirates and the occasional siren that had followed them from Polaris. Either they noticed it because it had once been Giles or didn’t notice at all because most English couldn’t see in front of them let alone see the sword. And pirates weren’t known for their keen eye of naval weaponry. Clicking his tongue Andres smiled at the boy. “I found it.”

[theadamhamilton-blog]

“No.” Adam said, and tilted his head, “I have not.” He watched the man carefully, kicking the front of the counter from his spot, perched atop it, “But there are many things I have not seen. Tell me, Spaniard, what is your age?”

[allthatglittersisandres]

An eyebrow raised at the boy’s question. Clearly he looked older than the boy though the blasted water did make him look a lot younger. Not that younger. “Old, a lot older than three of you combined.”

[felixforthewin-blog]

“Not a ghost, Spaniard, just a friend who got lost and found his way back.”

[allthatglittersisandres]

“So lost that even in my searches I could not find you.”

[evelyn-cox-blog-blog]

“Good idea.” Evelyn nodded. “I shouldn’t be much longer.”

[allthatglittersisandres]

“Wonderful. What is this outfit for? It is a bit too warm to wear something so thick yes.”

[mishastarkov-blog]

“Wouldn’t be difficult, most people in here are already drunk.” She shrugged, her legs crossing beneath the table. “I’m actually quite dull.”

[allthatglittersisandres]

“That is the purpose of a tavern though it doesn’t stop them from being drunk outside of one.” A laugh came from his chest shaking his head Andres grinned at the woman. “You see I hardly believe that. No one is dull, their interesting bits are just buried deeper.”

[catalina-rousso-blog]

Catalina sighed and rubbed her temple. “Three? Do you and your guests mind sharing?”

[allthatglittersisandres]

“Not at all.” His charming smile reaching his eyes. “This should cover the room?” Andres removed a pouch of gold coins from his coat placing it on the counter in front of the woman.

[debdarkpetal]

[harveylowry-blog]

“I don’t need to worry about myself,” he told the man, Leaning closer once his arm was around his shoulders, a familiar and welcoming gesture that drew out a sigh from Harvey’s lips, “Andrés,” He said, looking back to him, “She’ll be fine, you know, you don’t need to follow her around.” He ducked out from under his arm and the grabbed ahold of his hand, “Come on.”

[allthatglittersisandres]

“True, I’ll just worry about you like I always do.” He said before his eyes trailed back to where he saw Charles last. She would be hopefully heading back to the small shack they called a home to go to sleep. Or at least stay there the rest of the night where she was safe. “I know she will be, but I don’t trust that someone won’t try to harm her and who else but me can shoot them between the eyes with a rock to get them to leave?” While he sounded like he wasn’t going to be budged anytime soon Andrés easily let Harvey tug him by his hand away from the spot. The doctor’s warm hand bringing heat to his own cold one that spent too long out in the night air.

[allthatglittersisandres]

He entered what the island used as a town hall with an easy stride. An all too familiar sword hanging on his hips as he weaved passed people with too serious looks on their faces. Andrés was trying to find a good place to catch a nap, but everywhere seemed to be heavily filled with people. It would explain why he felt like eyes were boring into the back of his skull. “My my it’s like you have never seen a Spaniard before, mi amigo.”