#*waves hand*

OH ho ho hmmm

I've been thinking about Raz and Dion recently. We know Dion is jealous of Raz's powers. He's been jealous since he saw Raz and Frazie floating rocks and playing their super secret special mindgames, no big brothers allowed! Dion tried to do it to, to be like them even if it was against the rules, he wanted to-

Either he was repressing too hard, or he just wasn't psychic. He cried and buried those feelings deep beneath resentment and envy.

Jealous too of how Raz got to escape and start a new life, follow his dreams. Dion loves his brother, but his brother managed to defeat the family curse and change his parents' minds about psychics and save the world. All within the course of, what, a few days?

Raz effortlessly bounces around on his little lev ball, higher than Dion could ever naturally jump, and Dion wants to punch something.

But my personal headcanon is that Raz has spent most of his life jealous of Dion.

Perfect Dion, always does every trick right, future ringleader Dion. He felt like trying to reach the bar his brother set was like clawing up the side of a sheer cliff. Dion who has lots of friends in the circus, or at least knows how to be friendly and charming when he needs to be, not weird lil Raz who was off-putting to other kids. Dion who, as the oldest, gets the best clothes instead of hand me downs, who Dad and Mom trust the most.

Dion who is Nona's favorite.

Dion can cook and clean and reads real books, not comic books. Dion who can always tell when his siblings are having a bad day and does their chores or sneaks them a candy. Dion who always lands on his feet like a cat. Raz loves him but he wants to scream sometimes when he does a flip he worked so hard on and looks 5 feet away to see his brother doing the same thing but better.