Land of Graces | Encanto

🕯 ║ Chapter VI : Encounter

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Victor and Matéo materialize out of nowhere, still holding each other. The older brother with wavy brown hair blinks, his fuzzy surroundings growing clearer as he does so.

"Oh, I was about to call for you two!" Secélia says, clapping her hands in relief that both of her sons arrived in time for dinner. 

"You should probably warn me the next time you do that." He whispers to Victor.

"Sorry."

"It's fine, your first time." He assures, lightly patting his back. "I just feel a little sick."

Matéo unhooks his arms around Victor, staggering as he walks nauseously to sit on a massive log near their tent, bending down to lay his head between his hands.

Lulu comes to sit beside him, handing him a cup of water. He takes the cup, eagerly drinking after muttering a 'thank you' to her.

Secélia scrunched her brow in concern as she watched Matéo's queasy form. "What happened to him?"

"It's my first time teleporting along with someone," Victor smiles nervously. "But he taught me how to control it!"

The mother beams with delight at her child. She knelt in front of him, embracing both of his shoulders. "Oh! ¡Eso es increíble!"

"But I might need to practice more before I can help." He mumbles, dejectedly staring at the green grass underneath. 

The (h/c)-haired mother gently cups his cheeks, comforting him. "No matter what, I'm proud of you." She gives him a loving smile, ruffling his hair and playfully booping his nose. 

"Well, for you to practice more, you must be strong and healthy. So let's eat!"

. . .

The Silvestres were seated on two large logs. They were kept warm by the campfire placed at the center, and each of them was given a bowl of Pisto Manchego.

Victor finished his food quickly and handed his bowl to his father, requesting a refill. Lucas, their padre, filled his empty bowl with the delicious stew prepared by their mother.

(Y/N) was waving her hands in the starry night sky while being fed with a little wooden spoon by her mother, the sauce smeared on her lips. Secélia smiled, cleaning the corners of her daughter's lips with a white cloth.

Lulu was deep in thought as she sat quietly next to Matéo, stroking the smooth texture of her wooden bowl with her thumb. Her food was barely touched.

Matéo notices this. "What's the matter?"

The braided, curly-brown-haired sister rouses from her trance, hearing his concerned question.

"O-Oh..." She turns to face him with a faint smile. "It's nothing!"

He looks at her with skepticism, clearly not trusting her words.

She sighs and returns her gaze to the blazing fire, a solemn expression on her face. "I was just wondering if there was any chance we could go back to... you know... helping people."

"You know mamá wanted the same thing, but to protect us..." He sighed, leaning back on the large log.

"...We have to follow the rule." Lulu continues, finishing his statement. Sighing in defeat, she picks up her spoon to begin eating the stew.

Matéo eats the remaining food in his bowl, shrugging. "Hey, it's better than not being able to use it." His mouth forms a smug, the tiny mole below the edge of his lips visible.