the moon only shines with the help of the sun
Marcus crossed his arms across his chest, jacket puffing on his chest as the leather and furs scrunched. He looked at his dad with eyes still ablaze until he heard the demigod's whole train of thought. "Oh." Marcus uttered, surprised. "But we are twins so we should be the same." The youngling tilted his head, copper hair falling in a cascade of messy waves. His brows furrowed together as he looked to his father for further instruction and explanation.
Something within him got excited about the idea of being different than Margot, though. While they were similar and matched in so many ways, Cordelia had encouraged both of her children to pursue differences from each other. She warned them that often twins were lumped into one person in the eyes of society, and that she didn't want them to be stuck the same way. Huffing, the color dimming in his cheeks, he asked, "How to we test?"
Something within him got excited about the idea of being different than Margot, though. While they were similar and matched in so many ways, Cordelia had encouraged both of her children to pursue differences from each other. She warned them that often twins were lumped into one person in the eyes of society, and that she didn't want them to be stuck the same way. Huffing, the color dimming in his cheeks, he asked, "How to we test?"
it's not as safe when your walking alone
