The brunette nods at that, more than pleased Manolo is on the same page about this. "Agreed- Joaquin, he needs to be himself. Not just the 'Hero of San Angel'." What letters her father wrote to her always consisted of describing Joaquin in just those terms. "It's a new start for all of us."
"A few people owe me favors, so getting one for a decent price shouldn't be too hard." She finally reluctantly rises from the bed. They'll need to start the day sooner or later. The loose fabric of her white nightgown fluttering along with her. "Do you have a hair brush I can borrow?"
He gives a happy, if reluctant sigh, stretching. He supposes they do have to get up eventually. After the last few days he's had, he feels he could sleep for a week.
"Of course, mi amor," he gestures over to table, covered in hastily scribbled sheet music. "It should be there...somewhere?"
Maria misses the first part, her hands having drifted back to combing through her hair. She does glance back over, smiling warmly as Manolo stretches. This is the most quiet time they've had so far.
"Somewhere." She repeats with easy amusement as she walks over to the table. Maria picks up some of the scribbled upon papers together for some sense of order. Manolo can sort them properly later, now it's more about finding the brush.
"One day, you'll have to finish these and play them for me." She lightly wiggles a half written song back at her husband before setting some of the papers aside to sort the remaining. Under them lay the promised brush, which she picks up to use.
It's much like organised chaos. Manolo knows there's an order to those things, or at least some semblance of it. His smile turns a little sheepish.
"I'd have to remember what I was thinking with most of them, first."
That is the problem with playing form the heart, they flow with whatever he's feeling at that moment, and once the moment has passed the tune flits away from him to be replaced by something else.
Maria has to laugh a little at that as she works on brushing her hair out of the mess it became overnight. The mixture of the fight for San Angel, the wedding and party proceeding it made for an interesting night. "Hopefully something will all come together." She isn't in a rush about it now.
She does move back towards the bed, pausing the brushing to give Manolo a quick peck. She has to admit, it does make her a little giddy. "I know you will." Manolo isn't one to break a promise. "I'm not going anywhere either, so we have all the time in the world."
"That is good to know, mi amor. Having some time to breathe sounds like just what we all need right now."
They need to rebuild the mess of San Angel, after all. Take stock of all their losses, and figure out how to move forward from all of it. More importantly, to begin to live their own lives; all three of them, write their own stories. It's terrifying, but he's looking forward to it.
"We're definitely going to be busy with everything else." Maria already knows they have the task of handling Manolo's father and great grandmother's burial on top of everything else. "So we'll need some time to breathe between everything else. Which means I'll get to hear more of your music."
She finishes up with her hair, passing the brush back to Manolo. Whilst he's brushing, she's moving towards the one trunk of hers they did manage to move into Manolo's home the night before. She suspects the clothes will be a little wrinkled, but no one will really notice. No one likely got much sleep last night.
There isn't hesitation on her part as she changes out of her nightdress into her normal clothing. Living in a crowded convent lead her to being less than body shy. Beyond that- Manolo is her husband. He'll have to see her undressed sooner or later.
The burial is one thing he has decidedly been trying not to think about. It was easy to pretend they were fine, after seeing them in the Land of the Remembered, and later in the battle. But now they have gone back to where they belong, the loss is significant, and if he thinks about it, it makes his heart ache. Perhaps if he hadn't been so reckless, none of this would have happened. They'd still be alive.
He's enough of a gentleman not to ogle, at least. Years of marriage probably wouldn't change that. He sighs, stretching and getting up himself. Time to face the day.
"I wonder how much of the tower they have cleared."
Maria already knows she'll have to take charge when it comes to the burials. When grief has time to settle in, the brunette knows Manolo will need her. She'll be here for him.
"If my father managed to round up more than just his soldiers, quite a bit more than likely." Maria already knows her father's militia, whilst good hearted weren't up for.... much of anything.
"We're going to need to pitch in, along with keep Joaquin from trying to be the hero." The thought warrants a roll of her eyes. If she catches him taking charge she'll throw the man over her shoulder and drop him off at their house to rest or sick Chuy on him.
And for that, he would be endlessly grateful. Even the smallest of help with the looming weight ahead of him. He chuckles, softly, at the mental image of Joaquin being a building hero brings up.
"He will be easier to live with if he thinks he can be useful. We just have to make sure he doesn't do any heavy lifting," a pause, considering. "Or anything that requires depth perception."
"He's still Joaquin. He'll over do it." She sighs unhappily back, eyes narrowing slightly. She's missed her boys, even if they both drive her crazy at times. "Remind me to sick Chuy on him. That should keep him from doing too much."
The pig bleats once again, rising from his bed with a low lazy yawn. Maria naturally pets the pig when he comes toddling over to her.
Whenever Manolo changes, he can expect to briefly be peeked at. He's a gentlemen, while Maria is not.
"Well, if anyone can prevent disaster, it's Chuy."
Gosh, Maria, enjoy the show. He may or may not have noticed, he's just smiling and not commenting on it. Eventually, he does finish dressing, giving her a wider smile.
"Chuy, one of the most level headed ones here." Chuy bleats pridefully in turn, puffing up as Maria contains a laugh behind her hand. "I'm sure he could handle anything thrown his way."
Maria's own smile is a touch mischievous when Manolo finishes, having enjoyed what she saw. Any comments she shuffles away for later as she moves to give the man a quick peck on the cheek.
"Good, lets go."
She naturally takes the lead, walking out of Manolo's room into the rest of Casa Sanchez. A lot of it is like she remembers from when they were children, other things are new and out of place. If she had the time, she'd investigate. For now, she walks down the sunbathed stairwell, mindful of an old loose step she assumes was never fixed and heading the way they came in the night before.
When the two step out into sunlight with Chuy at their heels, they'll find the town buzzing with activity.
"Well, one of us has to be, might as well be the pig."
He'll follow her out, blinking into the sunlight. It's a small thing, but he never thought he'd enjoy it again. Just the simple feeling of the sun on his skin. He smiles, looking around, at the people going about rebuilding. The people of San Angel were nothing if not worthy of admiration. To pick themselves up from the brink of disaster.
"We'd better get to work."
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Maria nods at that, her smile shifting to something determined. The brunette is already mulling over what they can do to aid everything. "Lets go to the tower. They're going to need the most help there."
The woman offers a brief wave at the nuns bustling by with a troop of Orphans as the couple make their way through the town, weaving through cobblestone streets towards the wrecked tower. The day's full sunlight makes the wreckage look worse for wear in comparison to the hazy sunset their wedding took place.
Posada's soldiers are already at work, alongside most of the able bodied person around. Maria leads the way over to people working, naturally pitching in to start picking up wreckage.
Manolo is happy to pitch in, too. Shifting wreckage as best he can. At least all that matador training came into some use, even if it's just with heavy lifting. When the sun finally dips a little, and the scorching heat lessens, he stops for a drink of water. Offering Maria the pitcher first, of course.
Maria gives an appreciative sound at the offer, smiling back at her husband. She's considerably unsurprised by his gesture. It's- very Manolo. "Thank you." She doesn't hesitate to accept the pitcher and take a drink from it. She gladly passes it back to ex matador with a smile, "Take a long drink- and we'll walk around a little."
They've been working since the mid morning, Maria figures they should find a shady spot to settle in, even if its only for a moment. A good portion of those working since the morning have about the same idea, a few breaking off to sit down somewhere shady, others passing water around.
Maria has no hesitation in taking Manolo's arm, looping hers with his own easily. There is no expectation with him, no demand. It's an offer and she'll gladly take it.
A playful comment about how they've worked 'enough for a lifetime' rises to her mind before an uncomfortable twist hits her. Manolo was dead yesterday. She squeezes his arm protectively at the thought, offering him a smile when she realized there was a pause.
"We'll leave Chuy to tend to Joaquin. I'm sure those two need to catch up."
As far as he's concerned, what they have is a partnership. Neither is better than the other, equality is important. Maria deserves that much. His smile fades, slightly, at the arm squeeze.
"I'm sure Joaquin will love that," or be horrendously uncomfortable, either or. "Are you alright?"
It would be so easy to lie, easy to brush it off and pretend it didn't bother her. Maria knew as much, but- Manolo was honest with her and she wants their marriage to be on equal footing.
"If he doesn't, he's going to learn to love to." She jokes in turn, gently tugging them forward. "I just thought of what we talked about this morning. It's- I'm happy you're here." She only releases her grip on him to briefly touch his face.
He gives her a gentle, if sad smile in return. She's so much stronger than he is, and he knows it. But sometimes, the cracks show through, and he is only to happy to put them together again. To make her feel okay. He rests his face against her hand, before turning it to give her palm a kiss.
"And I'm happy to be here. Nothing would have kept me away from you."
"That was part of the problem." She says with a slight huff, though she doesn't pull away from his attention. She strokes her thumb against his lip now, her own smile a touch sad. "It's still- something big to mull over."
"Lets find some water and food as well- we did skip breakfast this morning." She adds, only dropping her hand to hold onto Manolo's now. She readily threads her fingers with his.
His smile turns a little more apologetic. He knows he can't outright apologise for what he did, he isn't all that sorry. For her, no price is too high.
"Sorry to make you so worried, mi amor," that much is true, he squeezes her hand, trying to be reassuring. "Not that I can get behind."
She simply squeezes his hand in return, "I'll just have to make you bathe Chuy for it later." It's an idle threat, something amusing that pops into her mind to try and distance the harshness of the situation.
When they aren't rebuilding the town, she'll let herself be more upset by it. For now it still is just a niggling sharp edge in the back of her mind she'll have to tuck away.
"We'll see if the Sisters set up a place to eat. I heard talk of it earlier."
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"A few people owe me favors, so getting one for a decent price shouldn't be too hard." She finally reluctantly rises from the bed. They'll need to start the day sooner or later. The loose fabric of her white nightgown fluttering along with her. "Do you have a hair brush I can borrow?"
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He gives a happy, if reluctant sigh, stretching. He supposes they do have to get up eventually. After the last few days he's had, he feels he could sleep for a week.
"Of course, mi amor," he gestures over to table, covered in hastily scribbled sheet music. "It should be there...somewhere?"
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"Somewhere." She repeats with easy amusement as she walks over to the table. Maria picks up some of the scribbled upon papers together for some sense of order. Manolo can sort them properly later, now it's more about finding the brush.
"One day, you'll have to finish these and play them for me." She lightly wiggles a half written song back at her husband before setting some of the papers aside to sort the remaining. Under them lay the promised brush, which she picks up to use.
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"I'd have to remember what I was thinking with most of them, first."
That is the problem with playing form the heart, they flow with whatever he's feeling at that moment, and once the moment has passed the tune flits away from him to be replaced by something else.
"But I promise I will try, just for you."
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She does move back towards the bed, pausing the brushing to give Manolo a quick peck. She has to admit, it does make her a little giddy. "I know you will." Manolo isn't one to break a promise. "I'm not going anywhere either, so we have all the time in the world."
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They need to rebuild the mess of San Angel, after all. Take stock of all their losses, and figure out how to move forward from all of it. More importantly, to begin to live their own lives; all three of them, write their own stories. It's terrifying, but he's looking forward to it.
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She finishes up with her hair, passing the brush back to Manolo. Whilst he's brushing, she's moving towards the one trunk of hers they did manage to move into Manolo's home the night before. She suspects the clothes will be a little wrinkled, but no one will really notice. No one likely got much sleep last night.
There isn't hesitation on her part as she changes out of her nightdress into her normal clothing. Living in a crowded convent lead her to being less than body shy. Beyond that- Manolo is her husband. He'll have to see her undressed sooner or later.
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He's enough of a gentleman not to ogle, at least. Years of marriage probably wouldn't change that. He sighs, stretching and getting up himself. Time to face the day.
"I wonder how much of the tower they have cleared."
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"If my father managed to round up more than just his soldiers, quite a bit more than likely." Maria already knows her father's militia, whilst good hearted weren't up for.... much of anything.
"We're going to need to pitch in, along with keep Joaquin from trying to be the hero." The thought warrants a roll of her eyes. If she catches him taking charge she'll throw the man over her shoulder and drop him off at their house to rest or sick Chuy on him.
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"He will be easier to live with if he thinks he can be useful. We just have to make sure he doesn't do any heavy lifting," a pause, considering. "Or anything that requires depth perception."
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The pig bleats once again, rising from his bed with a low lazy yawn. Maria naturally pets the pig when he comes toddling over to her.
Whenever Manolo changes, he can expect to briefly be peeked at. He's a gentlemen, while Maria is not.
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Gosh, Maria, enjoy the show. He may or may not have noticed, he's just smiling and not commenting on it. Eventually, he does finish dressing, giving her a wider smile.
"All set, mi amor."
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Maria's own smile is a touch mischievous when Manolo finishes, having enjoyed what she saw. Any comments she shuffles away for later as she moves to give the man a quick peck on the cheek.
"Good, lets go."
She naturally takes the lead, walking out of Manolo's room into the rest of Casa Sanchez. A lot of it is like she remembers from when they were children, other things are new and out of place. If she had the time, she'd investigate. For now, she walks down the sunbathed stairwell, mindful of an old loose step she assumes was never fixed and heading the way they came in the night before.
When the two step out into sunlight with Chuy at their heels, they'll find the town buzzing with activity.
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He'll follow her out, blinking into the sunlight. It's a small thing, but he never thought he'd enjoy it again. Just the simple feeling of the sun on his skin. He smiles, looking around, at the people going about rebuilding. The people of San Angel were nothing if not worthy of admiration. To pick themselves up from the brink of disaster.
"We'd better get to work."
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The woman offers a brief wave at the nuns bustling by with a troop of Orphans as the couple make their way through the town, weaving through cobblestone streets towards the wrecked tower. The day's full sunlight makes the wreckage look worse for wear in comparison to the hazy sunset their wedding took place.
Posada's soldiers are already at work, alongside most of the able bodied person around. Maria leads the way over to people working, naturally pitching in to start picking up wreckage.
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They've been working since the mid morning, Maria figures they should find a shady spot to settle in, even if its only for a moment. A good portion of those working since the morning have about the same idea, a few breaking off to sit down somewhere shady, others passing water around.
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"I think we've earned it, mi amor."
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A playful comment about how they've worked 'enough for a lifetime' rises to her mind before an uncomfortable twist hits her. Manolo was dead yesterday. She squeezes his arm protectively at the thought, offering him a smile when she realized there was a pause.
"We'll leave Chuy to tend to Joaquin. I'm sure those two need to catch up."
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"I'm sure Joaquin will love that," or be horrendously uncomfortable, either or. "Are you alright?"
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"If he doesn't, he's going to learn to love to." She jokes in turn, gently tugging them forward. "I just thought of what we talked about this morning. It's- I'm happy you're here." She only releases her grip on him to briefly touch his face.
He's warm to the touch and it's a relief.
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"And I'm happy to be here. Nothing would have kept me away from you."
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"Lets find some water and food as well- we did skip breakfast this morning." She adds, only dropping her hand to hold onto Manolo's now. She readily threads her fingers with his.
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"Sorry to make you so worried, mi amor," that much is true, he squeezes her hand, trying to be reassuring. "Not that I can get behind."
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When they aren't rebuilding the town, she'll let herself be more upset by it. For now it still is just a niggling sharp edge in the back of her mind she'll have to tuck away.
"We'll see if the Sisters set up a place to eat. I heard talk of it earlier."
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I thought i replied to this >_> feel free it ignore if you want to drop the thread