jason grace they could never make me hate u

hi hello im andromeda, u can call me andi or rome🫶 i write pjo, marauders, and aftg drabbles, short stories, and fics.

Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, the voice says. Riko’s taunting tone and Kevin can almost hear the disapproving click of his tongue. I always said you’re nothing without me. Look at yourself. Nothing. You hit the bottom of that bottle trying to leave me behind. You left, remember? I know you like to pretend you didn’t. How could you leave your brother behind, Kevin? Kevin.

He wiped off the fallen strands from Jean's shoulders as Kevin called out, "Where are your notebooks?" Nathaniel didn't turn. "Whose?" "Yours," Kevin said. "Jean's bag is packed because he keeps everything where it's supposed to be." "I didn't ask you to play mother dearest, Kevin," Nathaniel sighed out and leaned back to survey his work so far. "We have ten minutes to leave," Riko informed and Nathaniel rolled his eyes. A soft chuckle left Jean's lips and Nathaniel met his gaze through the reflection of the mirror. By that alone, Nathaniel knew it was one of his better mornings. Amidst the suffering and the pain, there were still moments when it was just this. Bickering like the teenagers they were. Nathaniel still believed it was all they would've been had Riko left his delusions of Perfect Court alone. Something told him he would've been made this way no matter what changed. The Nest was like that. Picking apart everything good about who you were as person to leave behind the bad. Exy used to be his safe place. Now it was a prison.

"Whenever you feel like it," Nathaniel said. "The longer it gets, the more of an inconvenience it'll be. They'll be able to grab your hair. It doesn't have to be short like Kevin's." Jean tilted his head back to look up at Nathaniel. Nathaniel rose a brow and Jean's eyes flicked a bit past him. "Like yours?" Nathaniel snorted and Jean cracked the smallest of smiles. That, in itself, was a victory. "Yeah. It could be like mine."