#⏳. 007-1 : || ＢＲＵＮＯ．ohtragedy verse.

[diiviner]

@ohtragedy​ asked:

“I tried my best.” To bruno from alejandro

“I know, hombrecito...” 

Bruno ruffles the child’s hair, crouched down next to him.

“I think it looks pretty great, honestly. You’re a really good artist, kid.” 

Alejandro is still so young, and yet he’s able to paint entire portraits.

“I think you got my good side, yeah?” 

He says playfully, rubbing his chin as he examines the painting. He’s almost envious, honestly. Bruno’s always been a bit of an artist, but he could never make something like this... It’s seriously very impressive.

[diiviner]

@ohtragedy​ asked:

Dear Esma

Dear Esmerelda,

I’ve never been good with words. I don’t think I’ll ever figure it out either. Feelings are hard to talk about, especially when I’ve never felt this way before. You’re the first person to really treat me like I’m not a villain. Except my niece, Mirabel... Which is kinda sad, now that I think about it.

Anyway

You’ve done so much for me, and I just can’t express how much I appreciate you. You didn’t erase all my pain. Or offer to solve all my problems. You didn’t fix everything that was broken. But that’s not what I needed anyway. What mattered most is that.. You stayed. You didn’t avoid me, even when you knew of my reputation. You weren’t wary of me when the people in town warned you about me. You stuck by me, despite all my issues.

You make me feels things I’ve never experienced before. I catch myself thinking about you all the time. Feeling butterflies when I see you. My heart skipping a beat when you say my name.

This sounds super cliché, but... If this is what falling in love feels like, I don’t want this feeling to end.

-Bruno

This is... The last of countless letters he’s failed to write. They either sounded weird, or had too many mistakes. But.. He likes this one. It feels good this time. This one for sure... will.. Maybe get to Esma.... Maybe.......

[diiviner]

@ohtragedy​ . ♡

Bruno’s leg bounces as he sits at the counter in the kitchen. The pencil in his hand is waggled back and forth in his hand as he stares down at the paper in front of him. He’s.. drawing. He first took up drawing when he was young, but he really started during his isolation. It gave him something to occupy his time, and put down his thoughts. It usually involved designing the characters of his telenovelas.

“What do you think, Francisca?” Looking over at the rat sitting on his arm, he watches it scratch behind it’s ear, and he hums, nodding.

“Me too. It is missing something...” His pencil is raised and tapped against his cheek, before he idly chews on the end of it. “Do you think she’ll like it...?”

He’s drawing Esmerelda. And he really hopes she’ll like it...