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Enter | Rules | About
I just have so much love inside!
Indie, non-selective and multi-friendly Mariano Guzmán from Disney’s ENCANTO.
Promo Art by @bornmafia!
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𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗟𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗛𝗨𝗙𝗙 escapes parted lips and camilo scowls , as though insulted by the mere idea he may tell mariano something untrue . ( it’s a valid question on the other man’s part , for camilo’s initial disdain for him had hardly been kept a secret ) . green eyes narrow and camilo has fixed mariano with a rather sharp stare , face framed by dark curls and several feet shorter than him , but headstrong and brazen nonetheless .
❝ well … personally , i’d admit to being quite curious as to why you so suddenly had a change of heart . ❞ and that was the heart of the issue , wasn’t it ? the abrupt switch from isabela to dolores : to his older sister . ❝ i mean … you were all about marrying my prima , isabela , were you not ? but as soon as things didn’t work out with her , you’ve moved on to mi hermana . ❞ he pauses there , sets his stance and stares up at mariano , challenging him to speak . ❝ are you interested in our family name , mariano ? ❞
That was a fair question- the Madrigal name carried a lot of weight in the town for obvious reasons, so of course Camilo would be worried. Mariano knit his brows, trying to to think of a way to word himself.
“Well, yes... and no.” He didn’t care who these girls were, of course - at some point he had been in genuine love with Isabela, but as soon as she had made it clear she wasn't going to be happy with him, he’D respectfully backed off. But his abuela...
She’d kept pushing him, vying for the name and the weight it held. So when Dolores had asked for his hand, he’d jumped on the opportunity. Not for himself, but his family.
“It is .. a lot story.”
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❝ 𝗜 𝗧𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨i wasn’t sneaking up on you ! ❞ he’s adamant about it , almost considers ignoring mariano’s actual question in favor of being huffy and gaining the upper hand in some strange , immature way . ❝ don’t you know abuela asigns us chores every morning ? how do you know mine wasn’t to evaluate my sister’s potential suitor , hm ? ❞
it wasn’t , but that’s not the point . in actuality he’d managed to skip breakfast ( something he would no doubt sorely regret later when abuela chewed him out ) and go out looking for some trouble - or , in other words … a mariano to pester . ❝ but if you’re complaining about spending time with me … i’m sure my sister would be interested in hearing that … ❞
“So she sent you to .. spy on me?” This seemed wrong, but he didn’t know enough about Abuela Alma to dispute that. And if she did send him, well, then she had every right to do so, as the matriarch of the family. And arguably, the whole town.
“I ... I guess you ahve a point.” Even if it made him uncomfortable. “What does she think I am planning?” She hadn’t been like this when he was about to marry Isabela, though. So maybe... Camilo was lying.
“You wouldn’t, say, lie to me, would you?”
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𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 , but truthfully camilo doesn’t care . all he’s hearing is that he’s been given a strange sort of permission to tail mariano for a little , remaining a few steps ahead of him as he walks sideways , green eyes fixed upon the man . the morning is still new , the sun beating down upon the tiles of the town’s streets , and camilo is as chipper as ever .
❝ i’m following you now , though ! ❞ he chirps , the slightest semblance of a grin upon boyish features ; dolores had asked him to stay away from mariano , but when had he ever listened ? ❝ i’ll just assume you don’t mind . ❞
Alright, this was getting a tad weird. Mariano made sure to keep his distance - as much as he could, seeing as Camilo seemed very intent on tailgating him as though this was a race of some kind. Then again, he doesn’t want to draw the ire of a fifteen-year-old and definitely not that of the rest of the family.
“So... what were you doing before you started sneaking up on me, hm?”
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❝ 𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢𝗢 ? ❞ the words are decidedly somewhat hesitant , as though he’s trying to persuade himself and mariano at the same time . camilo hadn’t exactly been following him , he’d used other people’s forms to blend in to the crowd ! surely that doesn’t count as camilo following him , right ? ❝ don’t you value family time ? you’re going to be mi cuñado soon enough , sí ? ❞
“Hmm, sure.” He’s not too sure about that, but also doesn’t know enough about this to dispute it. If Camilo says he wasn’t following him, he wasn’t, and Mariano wasn’t going to start a fight about this.
Mostly because he didn’t want to upset Dolores. And because he was scared of Camilo, that too.
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𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗢'𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗨𝗟𝗧 if mariano hadn’t researched the family well enough to be able to anticipate the actions of its’ local trickster ! where he had been willing to let certain things slide when mariano had planned to marry isabela , dolores is a step closer to camilo and - all things considered - a step too far . ❝ buenos días ! how nice to run into you , mariano ! future brother in law ! ❞
It wasn’t that he wasn’t anticipating it, really - he just wasn’t expecting to be Camilo’s target for simply daring to exist. And, one supposed, marry his sister.
“Ah, buenos días, Camilo.” He definitely sounds hesitant, as if he’s bracing for some kind of attack. “You - you weren’t following me, were you?”
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𝗢𝗛 , 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗧𝗘𝗗𝗟𝗬 . camilo may have his moments when it comes to his older sister , but that doesn’t mean he’s about to let any man into her life that he doesn’t put through the wringer first . try and court his sister : he dares you .
Alright, he’s kind of ... set himself up for this one. Should have known better, but he’s a poet, not a thinker, and didn’t.. think this far.
Please let the poor man live, he’s done nothing wrong.
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Her shoulders fall, but not in a bad way. She feels some sort relief. He wants to help, he can help. It’s going to be okay. Especially she hasn’t convinced Antonio to convince the donkeys to stay inside the barn.
“Awesome! Gracias. No hurry, though. I was uh, taking my relax day today.”
“Oh, yes, right, right.” He totally forgot about that, and the whole ‘meeting her at the cafe’ part of the day in the throes of meeting someone new. Well... not new, but... new to him, maybe?
“Whenever you want to, just uh, let me know, yes?” God, he really is awkward sometimes. “If you want! I know I do.”
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This kid is going to end him.
How dare you insinuate that he would as much as touch her before they were wed.
…………….
“Oh…?”
Oh. Probably a classic case of talking without thinking.
“... well, I mean- if you are ready! No need to rush into things.”
Well, he knows he will remind Dolores, in any case.
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Sing and dance and a poet, Dolores was so lucky. Luisa was almost tempted to ask if his siblings too shared these interests. Until he made his offer.
“You’ve said you like fixing things, right?” she fumbles with her bracelet. “Would you… Be interested in.. helping me fix Señor Rendon’s donkey barn? Like, a secure lock, or sturdy.. whatever.” It’s not bad to ask for help, Luisa.
“Yeah, I did.” And helping with that would mean that Luisa no longer had to bother with getting those donkeys every other day because they escaped. A two-for-one, in a way.
“I can do that! There’S tools in the house, we can grab those and whip something up, I’m sure.” Mariano was learning quickly that he was enjoying his time with Luisa. and was starting to feel a lot better about marrying into her family.
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“People will find me chores, even if I was all done for today.” she chuckles to herself, crossing her arms. “Only a matter of time. But, uh, hanging out sounds great, anywhere.”
She clears her throat. “What else do you like to do besides writing?”
“I like to dance,” he said. Even if he wasn’t too good at it, he still enjoyed it. “And sing, sometimes.” In fact, sometimes he wrote his own songs.
“I also like to help people when I can! So yif oyu have anything to do, I can accompany you, maybe?”
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“You’re doin’ fine, Mariano. Really.” She smiled.
Today had started out so odd, with so little to do. But now she had made a friend, (yes, really) and he had given her a pen to keep. And talked about writing!
“Well, thanks!” He was really glad that she thought so - sometimes he did feel a bit weird, being pretty much alone in town. Not a lot of people shared his enthusiasm for art.
“Honestly, thanks.” He was feeling a lot better about marrying into her family now that he knew he’d have someone to talk to. “Do you... uh, want to stay? Or do you have any chores?”
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He’s stalling, ha! Funny
“Ya don’t have to answer now, just- whatever I’m- no, what I will write down, I’ll show it, yeah? Only fair, y’know. One aspiring writer to an experienced one.”
“I don’t know, that’s the thing.” He shrugged. “All my life, I’ve been writing something, so...”
“I hope that doesn’t come across as me trying to brag....” He was not the type to try and brag, after all, preferring to keep to himself. His abuela was usually the one to tell everyone about his accomplishments, and even then he felt as though he was showing off.
droppingdonkeys:
Write something. Something could be so many things! Maybe she could write in her diary, again… Or find some plots for tío Bruno’s rat show.
“Yeah, definitely. Of course! Gracias.. Again.” She rubs her arm again, but not wears a warm smile instead of the awkward grin/grimace. “When did you, uh, begin writing poetry?”
“Oh.” He hasn’t thought about that in a good while, mainly because he .. .cannot remember. He’s really been interested in writing for as long as he can think back, and there is not real point where he can say, yes, he started.
“A very good question, actually.”