Your eyes (Camilo x reader)

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"If you wouldn't mind then sure" I agreed as the man picked up camilo

The boy then turned into a smaller version of himself a younger version

"He is cute as a kid" I said as the man looked at me

"He was, I used to babysit him when I didn't have my own kids when he got his gift he always used to shapeshift into me" he said as we got into the back of his cart thingy

I sat down and he placed little Camilo next to me

"I didn't know he could change in his sleep" I stated

"When he was younger it used to be a problem he used to wake up when he shifted into someone taller and hit his legs" he reminisced

"He sounds like he was a funny kid though" I giggled

"How were you when you were a kid?" The man asked

"I didn't actually have the chance to be a kid but what I remembered is that I was very smart, I also spoke very well at a very young age, that's all I really know" I said trying to shrug of the hurt that question gave me

"Why don't you ask your parents?" He asked confused By the answer

"They aren't around anymore, it's me and my sister and has been for a long time" I explained as my face clouded

"I am sorry to hear that, I know they are watching over you" he said getting on his seat telling the horse to go

They aren't dead and they definitely aren't watching over me

We arrived after 10 minutes

I got out and thanked him

I carried little Camilo into the house as Mirabel came to greet me

"HEY Y/NNNnnNn" she said as the small boy turned angrily

I cradled him as his features relaxed

"I am gonna put him in his room" I told her while smiling as she mouthed okay

I made my way into his room and sat on his bed

I put down Camilo as he changed back into his normal age

His hair was plaited and the daisies were still on him

I took them off trying not to break them

And let out his plait

And ran my fingers through his hair

"Camilo..why are you so perfect?" I questioned looking at his sleeping expressionless face

I got of the bed and picked up my bag

I picked up the cream my sister had put in for me

It was no surprise from the trauma I obviously had scars from the experiments

I normally had a compressor to compress on scar in particular

It started at the top of my waist and ended 3/4 of the way down my thigh

The cream helped it be smoother and let irritant

It was the last one I ever had from that place

When I was 11 I got it, they cut me open to try and insert something

I held my shirt up and bit on it to hold it up as I put the cream on it

Recently my cat had scratched it causing it to reopen it, the whole thing

I put the smallest amount on and I muffled my pain

It was painful to touch and more painful to try and tend to