Braille - A Prophetic-Hijinks Drabble

Bruno wiped the sweat from his brow to admire his work. Not so much of the labor of the work but the stress that came with getting it absolutely perfect. He checked his sample over and over again, comparing it to what he’d just done on the frame of Ramiro’s door.

The braille looked like an exact copy.

“I should have been a carpenter,” he said to himself.

“It looks great, Woodpecker,” Elena said behind him. He turned slightly to see his wife come up the stairs with a glass of lemonade for him. “Are you sure it won’t be too sharp for his fingers?”

“Completely safe.” He tucked the sample under his arm and wiped his hands just as Ramiro came passing through the hall with Pedro.

“Hey, perfect timing. Ramiro, mijo, I just finished your name. Come give it a try.”

His son approached his father’s voice, and he felt for the familiar frame of his door his father was working on. When he found the braille and traced his fingers along the bumps, he didn’t need to see his father’s beaming smile to know he was full of pride.

“Wow, I can’t believe it,” he said.

“Your dad’s practically a pro right?” He took the lemonade from Elena to take a sip.

“I can’t believe you’d say this about Abuela Alma.”

“What?” Bruno’s face flushed and he practically choked on the drink.

“Oh, wow, this is very inappropriate!” Ramiro brought his hand to his mouth in shock. “I’ll have to wash my hands after reading such filth.”

“But - but I followed exactly what they did for me.” Bruno looked at the sample again. “What did they say?”

“Oh, it’s so horrible, I can’t repeat it!” Ramiro walked away again with Pedro who was trying not to snicker. “I can’t believe you’d say such things on the walls of Casita-” Even he couldn’t keep from laughing when he heard Pedro cackling.

Bruno turned red when Elena hid her own snicker and put her hand on his arm to steady him.

“He gets his acting chops from you, amor,” she said.

(Small drabble for @prophetic-hijinks 💚)

Love this little slice of life look into the sassiest brood in the Casita household.

Butterflies or Birds? (A Bruno x Elena Drabble)

“What are you thinking about?”

Bruno and Elena were lying in the grass outside of Casita when Bruno asked the question.

Elena was deep in thought, her arms crossed behind her head as she stared up at the clouds drifting by.

“Mmm...our conversation last weekend,” she replied.

“Which one?”

“About butterflies. How you felt what happened to Casita and the mountains was like what happens to caterpillars when they become butterflies.”

Bruno smiled. It felt nice to have something profound he said be dwelled upon and not a bad vision to angst over for a change.

“What about it are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Trying to think about how I fit into it all.”

“Oh that’s easy - you married me.”

Elena snickered and her head rolled in the grass to look at him. “No, I mean...well, your family’s motif is butterflies. For me, the closest I can think of is a songbird.” She stared back up at the sky. “I don’t know...just thinking how I flew away from the city like a little bird.”

Bruno stared up at the clouds, watching a flock of birds fly by far overhead.

“Birds go where they like. You’re free to do whatever you want.”

“Birds fly where they’ll feel safe and secure,” she also noted. “I don’t know...just thinking how the same place can mean different kinds of change, transformation, and beauty to different people.”

Bruno looked back at her again, his eyes staring down to the small baby bump on her stomach.

“When we have kids, do you think they’ll be more like butterflies or songbirds?” he asked.

Elena smiled, thinking about it as two passing clouds made way for the sun to shine down.

“I don’t know...I guess it depends on whatever the encanto will mean to them.”

(A gift for @prophetic-hijinks)

This is so sweet. Thank you friend.