CTTO: madrigalfics
warnings; none really, for now :) you and isabela r utterly in love
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Isabela Madrigal was a sight to see. The perfect girl, so graceful and beautiful. She was perfection itself, and no one could convince you otherwise. You smiled as you watched her grow flowers around the town, admiring her from afar. You didn't think she had noticed you, as you were standing quietly. But you couldn't be more wrong.
She'd noticed you a while ago, in fact, she came into town specifically to see you. The townspeople had stopped her in her path, begging to see her magic. Isabela had looked your way, and seeing you were quiet occupied at the moment, she had decided it wouldn't hurt to grow some flowers for the people. And when she saw you were watching, she couldn't help but want to impress you. The long-haired girl looked at you, sending a soft smile your way.
You sent her a fond smile back, mouthing 'take your time' as you didn't want to rush her. You loved watching her powers in action, especially when it was just the two of you alone in her room. It was then that she would drop the act that her abuela had made her put on. You wished she could be like that all the time, but you knew she wanted to please and do as her family says. You also wished she knew how much this was hurting her, and you.
"Y/N? You spaced out." You found yourself face to face with the girl who was intruding your thoughts.
"Perdón, I was just thinking." you excused yourself, shifting uncomfortably as you noticed the townspeople watching the two of you. Isabela seemed to notice, and she took hold of your hand to lead you somewhere more private. Not one person questioned her, assuming it was normal for best friends to be touchy and hang out with one another. What they didn't know was that the two of you were much more than just that. To them, Isabela was with her handsome boyfriend, Mariano.
You tried not to ponder too much on that, knowing you'd just hurt your own feelings. You felt your girlfriend stop walking, so you stopped at her side. It was then that she turned to you, cupping your face in her hands and greeting you properly with a kiss. You melted against her, kissing back as your hands wrapped around her waist. Isabela eventually pulled away, her cheeks clearly red.
"Hola, mi amor." she spoke gently, hands moving away from your face to play with your hair to distract herself from how warm inside you made her feel. You grinned as you realized she was putting small flowers in your hair. It was always something she did when you flustered her. You took her hands in yours, kissing them.
"Hola, mi vida." You greeted back, giggling as flowers bloomed up on her head. You planted one last kiss to her nose, before sitting yourself on the ground. She followed in suit, shuffling closer to you. Isabela always enjoyed your touch, your presence, more than anyone else's. She admired you as you let your eyes close, the cool breeze hitting you gently.
You looked so beautiful, and so at ease. She couldn't help but stare, smiling at you. Isabela leaned her head on your shoulder. "You know, Antonio's gift ceremony is tonight." she spoke, looking up at you. You hummed, nodding your head in acknowledgment.
"So I hear. The whole town will be there." you added, plucking out the flowers she placed on your head gently.
"Screw the whole town. Will you be there?" she questioned, looking up at you. Your happy demeanor faded a bit at the question. You weren't going to be there, you simply wanted to pop in for a minute and leave. You knew Mariano would be there, and seeing the two together always took a piece of you.
"I don't know Isa. I'm not sure if i'd be able to stay long, I have a lot of chores at home-"
She dramatically draped herself across your lap, head now resting on your legs. "Cariño! You have to come." Isabela frowned. "I mean, you and I both know you're the only one who gives me any energy nowadays."
You couldn't help but giggle at her words, running your fingers through her hair. She always found a way to sway you over, with her charming words and determined attitude.
"I'll try to be there."
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