Omg your latest post gave my flashbacks because mirror and indelible were the first things I ever read from you and were some of my all time favorites for a while and honestly I’m about to reread them again lol. It would be cool if you continued it but honestly I understand if it’s hard to write since it was a minute ago. <3
yEEEE??? adjhgduyfsgfid pLS it's always surprising to me that some people discovered me through indelible bc,,, idk i feel like (as much as i would like to be) im not a huge miyas writer, or like,,, i'm more known for other stuff? but that actually makes me so happy, i really really like those guys so much and i miss writing them hHAgfdsu
iM considering it i really am!! i at least wanna give it another try
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Had a very nice dream/day dream (no sleeping was done, but meh, resting your eyes is good enough) about what would´ve happened if Albus hadn´t given up in life after the Colonel stuff.
Waking up in a hospital bed, handcuffed on his ankles to the hand rails because he was a suspect from murder and theft, but after interrogations and spending time in the hospital it was deemed he was not the perpetrator at all.
A 16 yo Albus being so done with dealing with everything alone, but hating the system that didn´t save them earlier giving him a chance now to be put into a foster home.
The foster home was Sann´s. A 17 yo Santiago meets a 16 yo, freshly traumatized Albus and chooses to try being friends with him. It´s not that difficult, but Al keeps pushing him away as well as his whole family.
It isn´t because he doesn´t want to be friends or they mistreat him, Al is so shocked he is actually being treated so well and they´re so friendly and understanding. He´s so grateful, but there´s that bitterness of why it couldn´t happen before everything went to hell? Why couldn´t this happen when Annie was alive?
And a big happy family like Santiago´s aren´t people who would understand what he has been through. So he still feels like he can´t open up to them.
Santiago and Mateo (Sann´s younger brother) still try tho. Mateo gives up after a while, but Santi is persistent.
He tries to eat with him at school, strike conversation, take him places and even share his love for space. But the boy´s response is half hearted.
Santi´s about to give up when he hears he didn´t come home after school one day. Apparently some man had walked up to him before the boy stormed out screaming bloody murder.
Apparently it was his father demanding a reason to why he wasn´t told about his daughter´s death. Santi doesn´t know much about his past beyond what he has been told, but it isn´t much and his parents won´t tell him much either. He only knows that idiot isolated himself again and that´s something he can´t allow.
By then he knows a bit more about him and so he knows where to find him.
The art classroom at school is like his sanctuary. He has paint all over him when he finds him entranced into this one painting.
He tells him he didn´t know it was so late already, but Santi is no fool and only gives him a knowing look.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No” he begins to clean up his brushes.
Santi allows that, but when they´re walking back home, he pushes Al into a different bus that takes them to the sea. He hears Santi´s mother on the phone when he tells her he´s taking him to the sea and yells at them to use sunscreen. Santi even takes out a special protection one for Al. (He would definitely had gotten glasses with them the second he stepped into their house)
Maybe by that moment, his legs still hasn´t healed completely so even when swimming is not possible and neither is playing some soccer, Santi finds a game they can play together.
After a while, they move on to trying out teaching Al how to swim and Santi laughs his ass off at him when he can only manage to look like a wet puppy. He offers going together to his swim club then. He is quick to tell him it doesn´t matter if he uses an special swimsuit to hide his scars, the coach will understand and if he doesn´t he will kick his ass personally.
They go back after a few more hours, the bridge of their noses and their shoulders burnt so bad Santi´s mother tells them this served them well as reminder to use the damn sunscreen.
Al can´t help but melt into tears when Santi´s mother calls him to also apply some cream into his face and shoulders. He was so scared and sure they would get hit, having gentle hands rubbing circles on his burnt shoulders is so...nostalgic.
That night Santi is trying to marshall himself in order to not scratch his back off when he hears a tiny “Santi?” coming from the bed below his.
“Mhm?”
“Thank you”
Santi is glad he kept trying.
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