Her demeanor is always sweet as sugar, being polite and trying to be likable. She has a love for anything romance related, in love with the thought of finding a true soul mate. This interest having been present since her hobby of baking manifested at a young age.
The girl has a very strong power; the power to completely switch the causation of scenarios for others. This allows people to have the perfect setting to bond with their true lover.
She can find people's soul mate and switch the odds of her power to anything so that love can manifest in the people she's blessing. Even doing this without realizing. The passion for romance is what caused this extreme power.
Most people around her end up as sweethearts or lovers for a felt eternity of happiness and affection. While she subconsciously gets people around her together, she usually wishes for true love herself. Her family is a rare one, having quirks based off of their interests as a young child. Her family was shunned out by their townsfolk for seeming like followers of black magic, even if it that wasn't the case at all, so they had to move to a town in Colombia called Encanto.
Full transparency, I struggled for a while because Tumblr is glitching again so this most likely will change... Or I'll make another post.
In honor of my dear fellow Brunoholic, @prophetic-hijinks, _who is currently going through Covid, I thought she could use a little cheering up with this idea I came up with today. Speedy recovery, hon!
(A tad NSFW near the end, but nothing past a PG rating, honestly. Enjoy!)
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Elena HATED being sick! It was right up there with hecklers at her performances and stuck-up women who looked down on her for being a lounge singer. She first noticed she was coming down with something when she was sent home during rehearsal for warbling off key. Not only did she have a frog in her throat; she had the whole stinking pond!
It just kept going downhill from there. Her head got stuffed up, her nose ran like a faucet, every inch of her ached, and she couldn't go five minutes without coughing. She groaned as she took another tentative sip of her lemon and cayenne tea (a remedy given to her by one of the nuns who raised her). The herbal elixir seemed to clear her sinuses and soothe her throat for a few moments at a time, but the relief was always short-lived.
Pulling the blankets closer to her body, she braced herself for another coughing fit. She always found it ironic that someone running a fever could still have chills. While she had no appetite, she would've given anything for a hot bowl of chicken soup. Or a hot toddy, whatever did the trick. Unfortunately, she was so fatigued that anytime she got up to go into the kitchen, she'd get dizzy and slump back down into bed.
"That settles it," she grumbled, running her well-used tissue under her nose. "I'm dying..."
Just then, a knock was heard at the front door.
"Whaa..." slurred Elena, struggling to get herself out of bed and see who was visiting her. It was a miracle she didn't topple down the stairs with how dizzy she felt. Did Hugo stop by to check on her? Maybe it was Tito looking for a place to hide while the cops were looking for him? Or some door-to-door salesman with an overly expensive vacuum that he would insist a "lovely lady" like herself desperately needed. (If it were a salesman, she had a nose full of snot waiting to fire).
"Who is it?" she wearily croaked, doing her best to look through the peephole.
"E-Elena?" said a familiar voice on the other side. "It's me, Bruno. Did I come at a bad time?"
Elena gasped. "Bruno?!? W-what are you *cough* doing here?"
Without fully unlocking the door, Elena opened it just enough to see none other than Bruno Madrigal standing sheepishly outside the door. He wore one of his button-down green shirts decorated with hourglasses, brown slacks with sandals, and his hair pulled back in a ponytail (which she always loved). He was holding a colorful bouquet of flowers and had a brown knapsack slung across his chest.
Bruno seemed a bit surprised by Elena's question. "I, uh...weren't we supposed to meet this weekend?"
Elena knew they had made plans weeks ago to spend the weekend together in the city. Surely, it wasn't that time already? She went to look at her calendar sitting next to her coatrack. She groaned, running her hands through her hair. It was that time already! How could she have let that slip her mind?
""Bruno," she moaned as she went back to the door, still keeping it mostly locked. "Bruno, I'm so so sorry, but I can't have any visitors right now."
Fortunately, Bruno didn't look disappointed, but highly concerned. "Oh Elena! Mi Elena perfecta, what's wrong?"
"I...I...ACHOO!" was all she could utter. Elena slammed the door and block the sneeze, which immediately sent her into a coughing fit. She sank to her knees and tried to compose herself enough to speak to Bruno again. She was so exhausted she couldn't find the strength to get back to her feet.
Just then, the mail slot popped open and she bent down to see Bruno's beautiful hazel eyes looking back at her, filled with loved and compassion.
"Uh...a little under the weather?" he chuckled.
"That's putting it lightly," she sneered. "Bruno, sweetie, you should just head back home. I don't want you wasting your weekend with a plague victim."
"Actually, I think I have something that might help," said Bruno, then closed the small metal door.
Elena shook her head. "Bruno, what I need right now is a coffin because I'm pretty sure I'm on death's door." Normally, Elena wasn't always so morbid with her humor, but being sick brought the worst out in her.
The mail slot opened up again and this time, a small arepa was sticking out of it. "Here," said Bruno. "Take this! It'll do the trick."
If Elena hadn't already been breathing through her mouth, her jaw would've dropped. "Bruno, I'm really not that hungry..."
"Just eat it!" Bruno insisted. "Trust me on this, please!"
Elena was too tired to argue, so she weakly accepted the offering. She took a bite out of the doughy snack, fighting the pain in her throat as she swallowed. She was really hoping she wouldn't add vomiting to the list of symptoms.
And then, something extraordinary happened. She...started feeling better. First, her throat was no longer scratchy or sore. Her body aches faded into nothing. Not only did her nose stop running, but her sinus cavity completely cleared! She felt life seeping back into her system as each sickly symptom vanished. Before she knew it, she felt perfectly normal, as if she hadn't spent the last 24-hours planning her funeral!
But how was this possible? She looked down at the arepa Bruno had given her. It tasted fine, even if it was a bit stale. Nothing seemed different about it, yet taking one bite seemed to reinvigorate her entirely.
"Elena? Did it work?" Bruno called. "Did you eat the arepa?"
Scrambling to her feet, Elena leapt up and quickly unhooked the locks. She flung open the door to see a startled-then-pleased Bruno.
"Bruno!" she exclaimed, pointing to the food. "H-how!?!"
Bruno chuckled, letting himself in. "You can thank Julieta for that."
"But how did you know I was sick?"
"I didn't. Juli always packs me a few of those before I come to the city. She makes sure there's enough for both of us in case we need them."
Bruno then held out the exotic bouquet to Elena who accepted them graciously. "Isabela is responsible for these. She suggested I give you a cactus, but there was no way I was carrying one of those on the bus."
Elena felt her eyes water and this time, it wasn't from being sick. She threw her arms around Bruno's neck, planting to large kisses on his cheek. "If you aren't just what the doctor ordered!"
Bruno just giggled and returned the hug.
Elena then saw herself in the mirror hanging in the foyer. While she was now perfectly healthy, her hair looked like a rat's nest and her dressing gown and robe were as wrinkled as an old lady.
"Ugh, look at me," she said, fussing with herself. "I look like what the cat dragged in and the dog chewed up! If you give me about twenty minutes, I'll get cleaned up and then we can go get some lunch. My treat, of course. Be right back!"
Just as she was about to head upstairs, Bruno gently snatched her wrist, pulling her back. "Now now, hold on!" he said coyly, "I, uh, don't think you're fully healed."
"I-I'm not?"
"Oh no. There's a good chance those nasty germs are still lurking inside you somewhere." Before Elena could object, Bruno scooped her up into his arms and waggled his eyebrows at her mischievously. "I think...we need to get you right to bed."
Elena giggled and cocked an eyebrow. "Well, now that you mention it..." She gave a small fake cough, then fondled with Bruno's shirt collar. "You know, I have some ointment upstairs to rub on my chest. Helps with the coughs. Mind giving me a hand with that...doctor?"
She grinned as Bruno shuddered happily. "Absolutely." He then leaned in and kissed her lips softly.
"Don't worry, mi vida," he said softly. "I'll take care of you."
"You always do..." Elena sighed dreamily and rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her to the bedroom.
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