Mateo
”Yes, well, we cannot all grow up being raised in the Stormbreak ideal,” Mateo says with a gentle huff of laughter, continuing to plant the seedlings in their designated places and ensuring that they are at home in the new flowerbed with ample space and soil to grow. All except you, mint.
”I suppose it comes with having demigods for parents, though. There is always going to be a clash of priorities, and the drama is always going to be more…” He rolls his hand in a gesture that says it all without saying a damn word, Mateo shrugging away the attempt to explain and leaving it there.
Flora had been raised by their nonna in the Greatwood with her twin while his fathers (one much more than the other) had grappled with the quiet betrayal of their very existence. Mateo had been raised in the floating city away from all of that, sometimes with both parents present and oftentimes not, feeling very much left to fend for himself either way.
As for what earns Kai the right to show up in a suit of armour for his sister, Mateo scoffs and shrugs. ”Turn back time and actually be there for the things you want to needle the family about?” he suggests. ”There are three sides to any story, they say - mine, yours, and the truth. And the truth is messier than just calling the past ugly and picking a fight about it.”
”I suppose it comes with having demigods for parents, though. There is always going to be a clash of priorities, and the drama is always going to be more…” He rolls his hand in a gesture that says it all without saying a damn word, Mateo shrugging away the attempt to explain and leaving it there.
Flora had been raised by their nonna in the Greatwood with her twin while his fathers (one much more than the other) had grappled with the quiet betrayal of their very existence. Mateo had been raised in the floating city away from all of that, sometimes with both parents present and oftentimes not, feeling very much left to fend for himself either way.
As for what earns Kai the right to show up in a suit of armour for his sister, Mateo scoffs and shrugs. ”Turn back time and actually be there for the things you want to needle the family about?” he suggests. ”There are three sides to any story, they say - mine, yours, and the truth. And the truth is messier than just calling the past ugly and picking a fight about it.”
I'm a scholar and a gentleman
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
And I don't usually fall when I try to stand
