Love Me for Eternity || Bruno Madrigal

Chapter 55: A Visit

There was nothing more terrifying than staring down at the abyss that made up Angelina's room.

Bruno—after losing a not-so-innocent game of tickle war with you—had found himself marveling at the skyward expanse of great magnitude to wake his daughter up for the morning. There were floating islands connected by flimsy rope bridges beckoning him further into Angelina's room and letting him step into the hilo grass that made up the first island. Fluffy white clouds rolled lazily up in the sky, seemingly stretching for miles and miles where no eye could see. Angelina's room fit her perfectly, but Bruno spent the whole three months after the triplets' gift ceremony worrying if she'd accidentally fall into the chasm below.

Bruno thought that his tower was tall, but this was getting a bit too out of hand. He couldn't even see the bottom!

"Ay, Angelina, I love you and all, but your room is going to kill me one day." Bruno peered down the cliffside just beside the rope bridge. There wasn't really anything to marvel down below; just a very very steep drop that was covered by mist. It looked like a river clouds down below—although breathtaking and utterly magnificent with the waves of pure white idly floating by in a tide—the unknown was what scared him the most.

He had to curse his bad luck at the thought of you enjoying your sweet time with waking up the boys in their rooms. Although Angelina's was a sight to behold with its sheer space and literal floating islands, it wasn't really...secured. God forbid that any of the family members would find themselves falling down without Angelina or Javier to catch them when they fall mid-air. Agustín already found himself in a similar situation when he tripped on a rock and nearly fell down one of the islands, but everyone heaved a sigh of relief when Javier used his telekinetic powers to float his tio to safety.

Javier's room was a stark contrast to Angelina's infinite skies; cool cave systems that seem to be made of glowing rocks of teal that changed colors according to Javier's mood, pools of water from the hanging stalactites created an almost fantastical image of luminescent magic, and furniture floating about idly overhead like it was suspended by strings of an arcane being. Despite your poor son being scared of the dark, looming caves of his room during the first few days after his gift ceremony, he started to get used to it.

A few days after the gift ceremony, you and Bruno had spent most of the hours worriedly scouring his room and getting lost in the intricate cave systems below and above the various rock formations. You both would find your youngest son hiding in the nooks and crannies of these caves and sometimes even sleep in them! You couldn't blame him though, Javier's room was cooler than anyone else's and it provided you with just the right temperature for a cozy nap amidst the blistering heat from the sun, even if it was still February. If Bruno would give it a word, Javier's room was mystical. Otherworldly.

It was a bit of a pain to walk through his room, though. The cool and humid air made the rocks wet and slippery. Javi's gift gave him the ability to just float over the wet stone, but those who didn't possess flight found it hard to navigate the natural dampness of his room. And whenever they played hide-and-seek with the kids, it was almost impossible to find Javier with his cave systems that he already memorized.

Ignacio's room was, by far, the most favorite place of the familia to hang out in. Some would argue that they liked Angelina's room better, but the floating islands and flimsy rope bridges were just too much of a risk for them. It was an eternal night in Ignacio's room, lit up by the plethora of torches, lamps, hanging lanterns, and candles that lined up the bridges on top of marshes. The air was cool and—despite the night air that bit their skin so pleasantly—it was vivid. The wetland was littered with huts made out of coconut lumber and interwoven coconut leaves, all connected with bridges of wood lit by totems and poles with the light of Ignacio's very own fire flickering through the eternal night. Felix and Agustín loved to play their instruments here, and even Ignacio started to take a liking to the tiple. The family would dance and sing in this room, and your son was nothing short of happy to be able to spend time with the familia in his room to hang out.