#eltramoyista

[clarociel]

@eltramoyista​

She’d grabbed her son in one of his rare non-shifted moments, just to make sure it was actually him, and not some random person from town who wasn’t involved. “We need to talk.” She hoped it was him, anyway, putting all the weight of a disappointed mother into her words.

“It’s about your tío Bruno.”

[ratphecy-a]

@eltramoyista​ asked:

tio bruno, can u burn a luigi board

“ only if we go Waaaaaaaaaaaaa. “

[rosesuitor]

@eltramoyista​

He had wanted to visit his amor, skipping on making his presence known by knocking on the front door. Mariano had skipped out on his own family’s breakfast, much to his mothers’ chagrin, so when he spotted the remains of the Madrigal’s food on the table, he couldn’t help but stare.

Definitely shouldn’t have been in such a rush to meet Dolores, he thought, wondering if he could steal some of the food. Just as he’s arrived at the conclusion they probably wouldn’t mind, he spots a familiar red dress and hair tie and immediately turns his attention from the food to his girlfriend.

“Ah, Dolores! I was wondering if if you’d mind if I sat with you...”

[hngdmn]

            ❝ demons! that’s the worst that can happen. and not the cute kind. please don’t bring it in the house. did you bring it in the house? please don’t tell me you brought in the house. ❞

@eltramoyista​ please don’t bring demons into the house.

[laneblinosa]

starter call | @eltramoyista​; CAMILO

call it mother’s intuition, call it lucky timing, call it wanting a nibble herself as she sneaked out of her room and scurried to the kitchen. ( she’d rather not wake félix, not when all she planned was for a quick snag-and-grab. hopefully he wouldn’t notice her absence too much... whenever she returned. ) however the story starts, it ends the same: in a moonlit kitchen with a plate of imperfectly buttered slices of bread set between her and camilo.

pepa took a slice and pushed the plate closer to him. “ten,” she ordered. her voice was soft for their drowsy convenience, but that didn’t negate the directive easily found on her lips. sat across from him, she was tempted to push back his curls. a yawn got to her first, bread coming up like a fan to cover her mouth. there’s no cloud following her tonight, not even when she’d come across her son during her tiptoeing.

after chewing quietly, looking at him, thinking-thinking-thinking, she murmurs, “how long have you been up?”

[ratphecy-a]

@eltramoyista​ // continued

“ c-come on kid it was a compliment. “ he didn’t realize what he had said could’ve been taken the wrong way and now it was hitting cords he didn’t mean to in both of them. “ I’m just saying that she is dealing with another well younger me and trust me I was a handful but in a good way. “ he shrugged, “ I... “ he frowned as he glanced away. frowning. hands working and messing with the frayed edges of the ruana. 

“ I didn’t mean anything negative about it, I wasn’t always shoved away Camilo. “ he went to try to explain a little, “ it... didn’t happen till around twenty. and and I’m not saying that the same is going to happen to you. there is nothing wrong with you please don’t think there is something wrong with you. I mean I would rather have you then anyone else if that says anything. you don’t have to be anyone else for me. I enjoy spending time with you it’s just... out of the ten years of isolation you still ended up to have similarities to me. “ he cleared his throat. “ I’ll stop. “

[ratphecy-a]

@eltramoyista​ // for the pre vamp verse

Bruno had stumbled his way home, his shirt and ruana was slightly skewed and his hair was a mess. his breathing was shaky as he opened the door, stumbling in. his vision was blurred and he was coming down from his adrenaline high. leaving him in an almost sweat. he hadn’t noticed Camilo standing there until he had closed the door behind with a soft click. his eyes flickered over seeing his nephew. he paused, waiting then it hit him, Camilo wasn’t sleeping this time. he was awake and he had been caught coming into the house near dawn having been out most of the night.

looking for...

he swallowed, his tongue feeling thick. his eyes were slightly blown from his adrenaline high’s after effect.

“ uuh... this.. “ if anyone had to guess what he was doing out probably wasn’t good. since he looked like he was out doing... well seeing a secret person. with how his hair was tousled and the marks on his neck. “ this isn’t what it looks like. “

[ratphecy-a]

@eltramoyista​ // continued from here

Bruno had been working on things in his little hide behind the walls. an area he went to when he wanted to be alone. an area he went to as well to plan his next move with pranks. this time his target was Pepa. 

so when the rat came back skittering up the table leg, then up Bruno’s arm to his shoulder. holding the small paper in it’s mouth. Bruno took it. opened it, then read it with a smirk.

heh, ratting.

he chuckled at that even though his sobrino didn’t mean to say such a thing as a pun. but he made a point. Dolores. she could hear everything. they had to be stealthy about this. had to be careful. bending over the table he took a fresh piece of paper and wrote.

You’re right. I didn’t even think about that. how about you come to the hide. 

staring at it for a bit, he gave it back to the rat and sent it on it’s way. communicating this way seemed like a good idea. a good way to plot.