Bruno and the murals
You know what Encanto fam? I think it’s very interesting how in the Madrigal mural in town, Bruno’s part of the painting is perfectly normal and not scrubed off or damaged in any manner. However, the painting on his door in Casita was blocked from sight with with wooden boards.
Why I found that interesting? About halfway into the movie, it’s all but directly stated Bruno only became an outcast in town because people either took his bad prophecies as granted eventes, or blamed him for small unfortunes. It would be fair to assume such petty people would absolutely get him off the tribute of the amazing Madrigals, right? Except it shows the townsfolk didn’t have any real problems with Bruno himself, but with what his visions made them think/feel.
Besides humans’ awful habit of searching for scape goats (which certainly was the root of the problem in some cases), all the people in the Encanto are either survivors from a violent attack that destroyed their former community or direct descendents of them. They too only survived because of a magic that no one understood. Of course there would be people who would get paranoid about Bruno’s visions. Of course they’d want to think he could seal their fates. They wanted the visions to provide security, but when they didn’t do it, their belief about how Bruno’s power worked and traumas made them assume the worst of the prophet. But it didn’t mean their dislike of Bruno ran deep. That’s why they didn’t try to erase the visual reminder of him in town, while his image was banned from his own door. They might have actually felt bad for him after he vanished.
His door being sealed off and his somewhat faded image in the mural inside Casita probably was meant to represent how the Madrigals that knew him well probably felt about his passing overall (because of course each individual had their own way of grieving him). All of them wanted to let him go for good because he just vanished on a particularly difficult night for everyone and didn’t give anything for closure. It wasn’t about Bruno annoying them or reminding them indirectly of a traumatic experience. He was a family member that no one could fully understand and that left them. Add that to the fact that the Madrigals didn’t have a good grasp on communication until the ending of their movie, and you have a pretty clear picture of what would follow.
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general's dissection
the one time a famed general wishes to lose,
only to emerge victorious
warning: disturbing themes, implied suicidal ideation, angst. unrequited lilinor, implied levan x meleanor
wc 343, further details on the tags
inspired by this song!
i. hunted by many, a single prey escapes
come forth, engage in this game of ‘General’s Dissection’
humans and fae alike may partake
hunting down the general’s head
for he had fallen victim to deceit
castle ground rejects both ashes and bone
as the air grew colder and colder
away from the night’s blessing, I stood
in a path to nowhere
every road I took strayed me further
unwelcomed even by the gates of death
carrying the seed of your love, I wept
on journeys of no return, I yearn
ii. haunted by the shadow of your love
in the long nights, I dreamt of you
falling in love with someone else
saliva intertwining with what’s not mine
please wake me, please return to my embrace
set me free from this anguish
say, don’t you want to dissect
a general’s heart?
come, join and play this game
you always love carrying out mischief
with that smug grin adoring your silly face
a beating heart would make a fun trinket,
don’t you think?
come back to me and i’ll make you win
exchanging victory with every last piece
of love you’ve left behind
something i could never comprehend,
a grave misconception on your part
as I am a weapon for you to wield, not a warden!
iii. hope, a form of nonexistent luxury
ah
for once i wished to lose
a being incapable of affection
because if not, why else
would you escape from my grasp?
how i wished soul could be used as a currency
all i need is an hour, a splitting second
spare me a fragment of your existence
change the trajectory of one's life,
just like how you did way back
surely this kingdom would be better off without that lowly bat fae,
would it not?
bask the land anew with your magnificence
envelop the dusk with your finesse once more
certainly, people of the night shall rejoice
concerns and doubt looms no longer
as happiness blooms beyond briars and thorns
please come back to me, My Lady.
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