✧˖° "what? afraid I'll steal your heart?" ✧˖°
↳ Percy Jackson liked to think he was over the idea that all children of Hermes were the same. They wouldn't all turn out like Luke Castellan.
Turns out he definitely wasn't over it.
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ON DECEMBER 6TH, 1988, A HEALTHY BABY BOY WAS BORN IN SOUTH CHICAGO'S HOSPITAL. And on June 16th, 1993, another baby boy was born from the same woman. Except this one was far from normal.
Polly Ladrón knew who she'd slept with, but she never thought she would end up baring his child. She'd had enough on her plate, a five year old son, living paycheck to paycheck, scrambling for money, doing whatever she could to get on her feet.
"Please," she begged the man. No. The god. "I can't take care of him. I already have one, I won't be able to raise another." But it was not possible for the god to take him in, it was against the wishes of Jupiter.
So, Polly was forced to raise them both.
She wasn't the best of mothers, but she tried, at least for a while. She was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and fell into a great state of depression. She started drinking and experimenting with drugs. Anything to keep her mind at ease.
Her living conditions didn't improve her state. The family lived on the south side of Chicago, with a strong reputation for crime and poverty. They were to grow up there, until ones days end, only to have each other.
Miguel was Rio's entire world. His role model. He looked up to his older brother like there was no one else in the world that could make him happy. Rio followed him everywhere, anywhere. He did anything he did. Said anything he said.
When Rio was seven, one of his mother's many boyfriends became more permanent. He was an alcoholic and a drug abuser, just like their mother. He slept in their house and ate their food without a thank you, or single action of gratitude.
Rio never understood how horrible he was until he hit.
He only ever did it once, after Rio got caught stealing from his drawer. Punched him square in the face. It was the first, and last time he ever hurt Rio, because Miguel beat the living shit out of him right after.
Rio knew then that his brother was his best friend in the whole world until forever. If only he lasted that long.
He knew they weren't fully brothers, they had different dads. Miguel's dad was shot and killed in a robbery, and according to their mother, Rio's just stopped calling. Rio never felt the need to search for his father, after all, if the man wanted to be in his life, he would be.
Growing up, Miguel was always set on finding the man who killed his father. Apparently they were super close, but Rio never got the chance to meet him. Rio never understood why his brother was so obsessed with avenging his dad, but he tried to see it at noble.
