Encanto Drabble Series: Rejuvenation
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kat_lair***
Title: Rejuvenation
Author:kat_lair
Fandom: Encanto
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal/OMC
Tags: Drabble Series, Starting Over
Rating: M
Word count: 3 x 100
Summary: The acceptance of the townspeople is slower to come than the family’s. Juan is no exception.
Author notes: I grabbed this as a pinch hit from![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
seasonsofdrabbles because at least I knew the fandom! disney_dark, I went with 'fixing things' and 'happy endings' and their request of Bruno/Original Townperson.
Rejuvenation on AO3
The acceptance of the townspeople is slower to come than the family’s. Juan is no exception.
“I thought you were dead.” He glares from behind his stall, arms crossed like he’s angry but his eyes are wide and shocked and hurt.
“I thought you would have left.” Bruno wants to say sorry but won’t because he did the best with the limited options he had. “Or married.” Juan’s left hand is bare and more lined than he remembers it.
Juan scoffs. “Where would I’ve gone? Who would I’ve married?” The ‘you weren’t here’ is silent but Bruno hears it anyway.
***
Bruno offers his body like a penance and Juan recoils. He offers it like a recompense and Juan walks away. He offers it like a reconciliation and Juan touches his face with two fingers, thick and work-calloused, and asks “Is this what you even want, still? Or are you here because it’s easy?”
Bruno doesn’t know the answer. He puts his clothes back on and leaves.
A gentle ripple of tiles welcomes him home, the wall arranging itself into steps so Bruno can sneak in through his window like he’d done at sixteen, twenty-five, thirty-one. Until he’d buried himself alive.
***
“I want that one,” Bruno says, pointing at the largest mango on display.
Juan hands it over wordlessly, waving off Bruno’s offer of money.
He bites into it immediately, piercing the skin enough to work his fingers underneath and peel it off in messy, fat strips. The flesh bursts on his tongue like sunshine as Bruno eats the fruit right there, by Juan’s stall, deep yellow juice staining his skin gold.
“Another.” His mouth is sticky sweet, greedy. “I want another one.”
Juan’s smile is brighter than in Bruno’s memories. “It’s a start.” He presses another mango into Bruno’s hands.
***
Title: Rejuvenation
Author:
kat_lair Fandom: Encanto
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal/OMC
Tags: Drabble Series, Starting Over
Rating: M
Word count: 3 x 100
Summary: The acceptance of the townspeople is slower to come than the family’s. Juan is no exception.
Author notes: I grabbed this as a pinch hit from
seasonsofdrabbles because at least I knew the fandom! disney_dark, I went with 'fixing things' and 'happy endings' and their request of Bruno/Original Townperson.Rejuvenation on AO3
The acceptance of the townspeople is slower to come than the family’s. Juan is no exception.
“I thought you were dead.” He glares from behind his stall, arms crossed like he’s angry but his eyes are wide and shocked and hurt.
“I thought you would have left.” Bruno wants to say sorry but won’t because he did the best with the limited options he had. “Or married.” Juan’s left hand is bare and more lined than he remembers it.
Juan scoffs. “Where would I’ve gone? Who would I’ve married?” The ‘you weren’t here’ is silent but Bruno hears it anyway.
***
Bruno offers his body like a penance and Juan recoils. He offers it like a recompense and Juan walks away. He offers it like a reconciliation and Juan touches his face with two fingers, thick and work-calloused, and asks “Is this what you even want, still? Or are you here because it’s easy?”
Bruno doesn’t know the answer. He puts his clothes back on and leaves.
A gentle ripple of tiles welcomes him home, the wall arranging itself into steps so Bruno can sneak in through his window like he’d done at sixteen, twenty-five, thirty-one. Until he’d buried himself alive.
***
“I want that one,” Bruno says, pointing at the largest mango on display.
Juan hands it over wordlessly, waving off Bruno’s offer of money.
He bites into it immediately, piercing the skin enough to work his fingers underneath and peel it off in messy, fat strips. The flesh bursts on his tongue like sunshine as Bruno eats the fruit right there, by Juan’s stall, deep yellow juice staining his skin gold.
“Another.” His mouth is sticky sweet, greedy. “I want another one.”
Juan’s smile is brighter than in Bruno’s memories. “It’s a start.” He presses another mango into Bruno’s hands.
***