Platypus As A Pet In The Us

Well, starting with the drabbles. This is for the Sea, which asked me Tulio / Miguel (although he did beat me more than to please you because I really wanted to ... so thanks Mar * love *).

Fandom: The Road to El Dorado.
Pairing: Tulio / Miguel

One day, out of the blue.

years had passed since they had been gods and had been in a city that never ceased to be mythical. Years he had become three instead of two.

was not that the relationship & oacute n Chel Tulio to bother him more, he had become accustomed to it and, although reluctant to admit at first it was almost impossible, Chel was a very good company. Especially in times when they gave their rare attacks Tulio and Chel and he made common front against a neurotic Tulio. Those were good times, these and jokes in which, again, Tulio was the victim (but could not blame them, it was the perfect target), nor could I forget the drinking, in which, embarrassingly, Chel was who took care of that they do not end up owing their shirts and getting into more trouble than lamp; aacute; endless practices, on treasures, travel, cheating and women, but instead, had a beautiful view of the road that Chel and Tulio had taken into the forest or to one quarter turn Upstairs in the inn. Or if the plans have been the typical "you are the good and bad self and then it hit" instead of "pass the girl, drooling to get dehydrated and then we hit." If Chel and Tulio had been less over, I could not complain.

But it was not. Although he never had described himself as a possessive and jealous person, go that found that pod & iacuteopportunity. Tulio knew Chel schemes established in Seville, so we could live together, marry and have children, from time to time, Uncle Michael would visit them with gifts and stories of exotic places ; ticos he would continue traveling, because of course it would continue with that never-ending journey that began years ago, even before he met Tulio.

And maybe one day on a busy street or a deserted square, again to share that knowing look just like when they were little more than children, when "I am the evil, thou good and then lor hit "was made first without even agree. Remember those distant fields, where one ended and another's arms out in the cold for comfort. It would take a couple of drinks and would joke about the inefficiency of loaded dice.

And maybe one day everything would change. It would be the eternal friends with a little something more, something with a bit of the eternal friends.

You never know, might happen tomorrow, maybe in many years. But happen.

And who knows, maybe soon a star fall. CHTML