𝐡𝐞𝐫 | dolores x oc (wlw)

02

And so, the first day con la familia Madrigal began.

You awoke to an alarm from casita that you tried to ignore until the bed caught you off guard and threw you off onto the ground in an attempt to make you get up.

There was not much else you could do, so you did just that in defeat. You groaned as you tried to pull yourself together.

Some product was applied to your curls, mascara, blush, highlights for the inner corners of your eyes and some lipgloss.

You couldn't wear the dress you had on the previous day for obvious reasons but you were relieved when you spotted a skirt and top put aside for you on a hanger.

It was a perfect fit, it was a sage green skirt with teal patterns on the bottom and a cream top with a teal butterfly on the collar.

Taking a look in the mirror, you admired the patterns and spun around. It was beautiful.

There was a knock on your door, and strawberry blonde curls poked through, "breakfast is ready-" she began as she looked up at you and gasped, "Oh you look wonderful!"

"Thank you, sinyora."

"Oh stop with the formal titles, I'm no señora, call me to tía Pepa."

"Okay, tía Pepa" you replied with a grin.

"Hurry up then, the food is going to get cold," she beckoned you towards the door.

You followed her out and she assigned you a seat at the table, you sat opposite the girl in the red skirt and beside her was a small boy, maybe around five or six years old and on the other side another boy in a yellow ruana, around fifteen years old.

Next to you was a girl with short curly hair and green glasses and on the other side was a girl with long silky hair that had an overpowering smell of flowers.

You were about to take a bite from your food when you noticed a stranger silence, you looked around as the rest of the family stared at you.

"Oh, right, perdón, I never introduced myself. I'm Esther Abeccassis, I come from Spain as I was not wanted there, I came to Colombia and stayed in a village until they too turned on me. I had to run and somehow ended up here," you gave them a sheepish smile as you lowered your gaze to your plate. The tension was heavy in the air.

"Well, we are glad to have you as our guest," said an older woman, "We are the Madrigals and we are in charge of this village, my name is Alma. We were blessed with gifts to help those around us."

One by one, everyone introduced themselves and their gift, and when it came to the girl with the red skirt, you learned that her name is Dolores. Dolores. How pretty.

There was a comfortable atmosphere as the normal talk of the morning continued, about the day's chores and townspeople.

You looked up from the food on your plate and towards the girl, who had her eyes on you. When she noticed you were looking at her, she let out a short squeak and went back to eating. Hm, strange.

"Hey, why do you speak Spanish so funny?" asked the boy in the yellow ruana.

His mother kissed her teeth at him in disapproval of his straightforward attitude.

Taking a deep breathe, you replied, "You see, I dont know your Spanish very well but my language is quite similar just sounds a bit different. It may sound a bit strange to you but my mother used to call it 'espanyol de muestro'(our Spanish), we can understand eachother perfectly well."

The family was intrigued but soon had to begin with their chores.

Once breakfast was finished, you asked if anyone needed any help but since everyone seemed perfectly capable on their own, you were left alone to explore.

At first, you felt a bit awkward, scared of doing something wrong or going somewhere where you weren't supposed to.

Wandering around mindlessly got boring very quickly and so you decided to explore the rest of the village.

You slung your guitar over your shoulder onto your back and ventured out.

Walking into the market was a fascinating experience. Smells and the sound of music reached you, giving you butterflies for the new experience.

Taking your steps through the market, heads turned and whispers arose as to who you were as nobody had seen you before and you just came out of the Madrigal house.

Walking up to a stand with instruments, you asked if they had any spare picks, there was a stunning red one with intriquite black patterns on it.

You realised way too late that you had not a penny to your name.

"You know what, it's fine, don't worry about it," you walked away from the stand to turn back to casita.

You hummed along to the music in the background as you went back down the same path as you came.

Casita's door opened for you as you neared it, the smell of something, no doubt, delicious hit you and you wandered over to the kitchen to see tía Julieta cooking.

"Dinner will be ready soon, not yet though," she said as she noticed you peaking over at what she was making.

Nodding in response, you walked to your room to find a small brown bag with something in it lying on your bed.

You opened it to find the same red pick with the black patterns inside.

No note, no clue as to where or who it came from.

Strange.

"Time for dinner!" tía Pepa shouted.

You put the guitar pick back in the bag and into a drawer and made your way to the dining table.

You sat down in the seat that was now assigned to you and looked over to see that tía Julieta had made tamales. Humming in approval, the family started serving themselves.

Looking around, you tried to figure out who had gifted you the pick.

Everyone seemed normal, until Dolores made eye contact with you with those doe eyes of hers and squeaked, quickly looking away to focus on her food.

That seemed to be something she did around you alot.