𝗗𝗔𝗛𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 ✧ camilo madrigal

𝟎𝟏𝟒 . 𝗺𝗶 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗮

"I think it's time for me to go home."

You stood up from the bench. Finally, it was finished. It has been a long day of practice for them here.

"Is it alright if you stay for a bit in the Casita?" Camilo asked.

"Why?" you asked. You were literally just ready to get home and have your head relaxed in the softness of your pillows.

"I'd like to give thanks for accompanying me, and you know, my tía made snacks around this time," he answered, making his feet walk in the other direction. He was on his way there.

"Uh, sure. I'll accept it then," you agreed, and he grinned.

"You're truly kind. Thanks." Camilo looked back at you, and with that, you two are together again, even on the way home.

As the two of you approached the Casita, an unfamiliar group came upon it as well. "Oop. They're probably tía's friends," Camilo noted as he walked closer to them.

"Hola, señoras. Are you here to pay tía Julieta a visit?" he greeted them with a friendly smile, and they turned their attention to him.

"Sí, hermoso. Is she there?" one of them asked.

"I'm sure she is. I can guide you on your way," Camilo offered.

"Alright. Gracias, Camilo," one of them replied, amused at the shape-shifter's gesture. Then, the Casita opened its doors as he let them enter first, and he looked back at you, gesturing for you to enter as well, and so you did.

Then, they came into the dining room, and Julieta just prepared the snacks for her family and even for her friends that came here as well. Julieta greeted them as they entered, and they had some chit-chat after that.

"Hola, tía," Camilo greeted her as he smiled widely; his face was giving the impression that he was asking something for her, and Julieta chuckled, shaking her head.

"I see. Go ahead, get what you want here, you two," Julieta replied, and Camilo cheered internally as he smoothly got the arepa on the table.

"Gracias, señora." You smiled as you took the buñuelo.

"De nada." Julieta smiled back, then she looked at her sobrino. "Will you be staying here in the dining room with us, Camilo?" she asked.

"No need, tía. We'll be staying in my room," Camilo replied as he finished munching the arepa.

"Alright. Just come down if you still want some food. It must be exhausting in your practice, isn't it?" Julieta commented.

"You're right, tía. We'll surely come back here. Gracias!" he exclaimed as he led you outside the dining room, and Julieta watched the two of you leave, still sweetly smiling.

While the two of you walked out of the dining room, Isabela also just came back in and was surprised you were here.

"Well, well. Hola, (Y/N)," Isabela greeted. "I see you are with Camilo, hm?" she continued, grinning, and she knew already what this meant.

"Heh, yes," you answered, and she nodded in understanding.

"And Camilo," Isabela called. "You better know what you're going through," she warned. That made you think that there were other plans he had been working on with his family, and they might be confidential.

"Yeah, I got this." Camilo grinned as the two of you went upstairs, and Isabela continued going into the dining room.

You two reached his door, and he opened it for you as he let you enter first. You could now notice how huge his room was. There were chameleon symbols on the walls, like his ruana, and there were various sizes of mirrors that he mentioned were broken, or have they been replaced with new ones now?

"It's bigger than your dreams," Camilo teased, "unless it's me," he added, and you looked at him in disbelief as if you were sizing up what he just said.

"Sure," you replied bluntly, not certain how to respond to that little flirty statement.

"Yes, sure thing." He chuckled as he went to his closet, looking for his clothes to change into. "Have a seat, by the way. I don't want you standing numb."

"Hm, thank you," you hummed as you looked around until you found a sofa, so you sat there, adjusting yourself to be somehow comfortable.

"I'll change my clothes, and you stay here for a bit and eat your buñuelo, okay?" he informed.

"Okay then," you agreed. "You seemed to quickly eat your arepa earlier."

"Yeah, It's my favorite." He shrugged his shoulders and he continued to walk to the bathroom in his room. "If you get bored, feel free to explore my room," he added, and he closed the door of the bathroom as he entered.

You nodded in response as you leaned your back against the sofa, munching your buñuelo. "This is really tasty," you muttered to yourself, savoring the taste of the doughnut.

The seconds passed; your food was already finished, and your eyes roamed around the room, entertaining yourself from weariness. This room has vibrant colors and could be reflecting the aura of Camilo, who has a lively vibe. The mirrors and even mannequins of the people he shape-shifted were reflecting his gift, just as you observed.

The room has the atmosphere of a theater, with those curtains, the stage, the stairs, and so on. You thought he must be a theater guy and liked to entertain people, making smiles and even putting fear on their faces.

Then your eyes landed on the small blue box that was on the nightstand beside the sofa on which you were sitting.

What piqued your interest was that something was written on the top of the blue box.

"Mi luna," you read the golden cursive that was written in the blue shade. Did he have a girlfriend or anyone he loved? That seemed not surprising to you now since you could admit that he was a charming and vibrant guy. Any girl must've liked him.

Your fingers brushed on the velvety, blue box. This stuff looked precious, and it felt prohibited to touch more because of how mesmerizing it was to sense, like you did see a gemstone in the museum.

Before your fingers moved further on the box, the other hand halted you from going. "Who told you to touch anything, bonita?" Camilo interrupted; his tone was stern after he saw you touching it, but his hand was getting cold when it pressed against yours. He must be nervous, too.

"Oh, hey." You awkwardly chuckled, pulling your hand away. "Lo siento. I'm sometimes touchy and curious," you continued. "And the color is a sight for sore eyes."

"Hmm," he rumbled, thinking for a moment. "I forgive you. Don't touch again, especially on this one," he stated as he hid the small blue box in the nightstand drawer. You sighed in relief; that freaked you out for a split second, and you were grateful you didn't make his blood boil.