Happy pride! Please do miguel and tulio from el dorado kgg
Chel understands her place.
She’s spent her life wanting more than she has, so at least the discomfort is familiar. She’d made a bid to steal Tulio just like they were stealing the gold from the city, and just like the gold, she’d lost Tulio. Now all three of them are together and no matter how his eyes brighten when he looks at her, he’s been looking at Miguel with that same brightness for far longer.
The can only afford to rent one room at the inn with a single bed. They insist she take it while they lie on the floor, using each other’s arms as pillows with their legs tangled together. The bed feels cold and too big and she’d rather be on the floor with them, but instead she turns into the bed’s softness and tells herself its enough.
In the morning Tulio kisses her as he hands her breakfast, casual and absentminded. She looks at him, bewildered, but he’s already turning away to help Miguel saddle Altivo.
Later he moves to help her into the saddle and Miguel stops him. Does he know that Tulio kissed her? Is he angry at her?
“Don’t hurt your back even more,” he scolds, elbowing Tulio in the side. He steps forward and grips Chel’s hips and lifting her onto Altivo’s back.
“Nag, nag, nag,” Tulio mutters but it’s more fond than irritated.
They don’t walk in front of her or to the side. Instead Tulio stands to her right, Altivo’s reins in his hands, and Miguel stands to her left, the two of them talking around her without talking through her.
They’re keeping her between them.
They’d slept between her and the door.
They’re letting her take the bed and ride the horse and maybe the place for her isn’t the one she’d assumed but the one they’re giving her - between them. With them.
She can work with this.
