He could have asked a random man from the village to teach him, but aside from being an introvert, it just didn’t feel right to have someone else teach him what he should have learned from his father. So he never bothered to try.
Bruno no doubt looked at his father’s portrait every single day, and on a subconscious level, he wanted to be just like Pedro. That was another reason he let his facial hair grow.
And before anyone with facial hair chimes in about Bruno’s beard looking too neat, facial hair grows differently on everyone and doesn’t always require a meticulous amount of maintenance to stay a certain way.
“So,” said Bruno, “Uh… waiting for rescue… am I right?”
For reasons he wasn’t entirely sure of, Camilo wrapped his arms around Bruno and started to cry.
He
felt Bruno stiffen for just a moment, then pull Camilo into an embrace
that was distantly familiar. Camilo found himself muffling a sob into
Bruno’s chest, his uncle pulling him in with unexpected strength. Bruno
was warm and wiry and smelled like a guinea pig hutch.
Camilo could barely get the words out. “I – I’m sorry – ”
Bruno’s
voice was soft and kind and made Camilo’s heart hurt. “Hey, hey, it’s
alright. It’s okay, Camilo, I got you. You’re okay.”
hi yes i am STILL thinking about cheetee’s “Encanto TV episodes from another timeline” series, so! have some more fanart! AND this is something of a companion piece to this other fanart i drew for WtCA bc ive read that particular fic way too many times by now
(smacks casita) this baby can fi– (a tile falls from the roof and brains me with deadly accuracy)
[ID: a set of grayscale busts of the madrigals from encanto in a loose sketch style, referenced from stills of the movie. one: abuela alma in ¾ view, smiling softly out at an unseen point, and mirabel in profile, smiling warmly ahead. two: dolores, beaming for the family picture, and isabela, gazing up with a slightly strained smile, flowers in her hair. three: camilo, eyes downcast and smiling sheepishly, and bruno, worriedly staring off in the distance. four: luisa, head cocked to her left, winking, and antonio, one shoulder up in a shrug, head tilted to his right. five: agustín
and julieta, gazing into each other’s eyes and smiling. six: félix
