He doesn't say anything, but he can't help the soft smile when she automatically looks for the handkerchief he no longer carries. It had been a while since he'd needed it but, even a hundred years could not break a habit. Carefully he rests his hand at the base of her head when she buries against him. His thumb moving along her proud neck. There are so many confusing thoughts at her request. Even in the Land of the Dead, the Rivera's distaste for music was fairly known.
But she isn't just the Rivera Matriarch at the moment. She...she is Imelda. The woman who faced the world with brazen fire. And he couldn't be the 'bad husband' now, the one who left. He had to be the wind, soft and cool to stoke that fire against the world that would drown it.
Or the tears in this case.
Softly he starts to sing, a song he'd heard near the train station years before Imelda would join him in death. It had caught his attention then, and was truly one of the few songs he still let into his heart.
"Cuando te hablen de amor y de ilusiones y te ofrezcan un sol Y un cielo entero Si te acuerdas de mí No me menciones Porque vas a sentir Amor del bueno."
He tilted his head down to try an catch her eye, losing himself in her warm arms and the lyrics of the song.
"Y si quieren saber De tu pasado Es preciso decir una mentira Di que vienes de allá De un mundo raro Que no sabes llorar Que no entiendes de amor Y que nunca has amado."
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He doesn't say anything, but he can't help the soft smile when she automatically looks for the handkerchief he no longer carries. It had been a while since he'd needed it but, even a hundred years could not break a habit. Carefully he rests his hand at the base of her head when she buries against him. His thumb moving along her proud neck. There are so many confusing thoughts at her request. Even in the Land of the Dead, the Rivera's distaste for music was fairly known.
But she isn't just the Rivera Matriarch at the moment. She...she is Imelda. The woman who faced the world with brazen fire. And he couldn't be the 'bad husband' now, the one who left. He had to be the wind, soft and cool to stoke that fire against the world that would drown it.
Or the tears in this case.
Softly he starts to sing, a song he'd heard near the train station years before Imelda would join him in death. It had caught his attention then, and was truly one of the few songs he still let into his heart.
"Cuando te hablen de amor
y de ilusiones
y te ofrezcan un sol
Y un cielo entero
Si te acuerdas de mí
No me menciones
Porque vas a sentir
Amor del bueno."
He tilted his head down to try an catch her eye, losing himself in her warm arms and the lyrics of the song.
"Y si quieren saber
De tu pasado
Es preciso decir una mentira
Di que vienes de allá
De un mundo raro
Que no sabes llorar
Que no entiendes de amor
Y que nunca has amado."