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Aiden Thomas
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November 19 - November 24, 2024
Xio stared back and soaked it in. For once, they were taking him seriously. For once, people were afraid of him. Except for Dezi. After Marino signed to him—the taller boy not taking his wide eyes off Xio as he did—Dezi turned to Xio. His eyebrows drew together, his features softening. Dezi’s eyes held Xio’s gaze and there was sadness behind them. And it wasn’t for himself. It was for Xio. And Xio hated it.
“Dammit, Teo!” Niya barked. “Don’t try to make friends with evil roosters!” “I wasn’t, it was monologuing!”
The worst thing to do to a Son of Amor was to lock him in a room alone where he didn’t know where his friends were or what was happening. And the second worst thing to do was to make the boy who loved him watch.
Xio felt a stab of something deep in his chest. Was it … guilt? No. Of course not. This was what the Golds deserved. They had taken everything from him, locked his real father away, and left Xio to die. And the Jades, Mala Suerte—they were just as bad. Complacent in the violence and tyranny of the higher class.
“Wait, so that means he’s like—like…” Niya squinted one eye shut as she attempted math. “A bajillion years old.” Aurelio’s eyebrows pressed together. “That’s not a real number.” Niya tsked at him and said, “It may not be real in fact, but it’s real in feeling,” which Teo thought was a very good point. “I’m so glad the fate of the world lies in your hands,” Mala Suerte deadpanned. “It inspires such confidence.”
“When Sol created me, I was only Suerte. After the fighting was over, I was changed. I wanted nothing to do with the Golds, or even the other Jades. I couldn’t go back to being the same Suerte. I didn’t have it in me. Over time, I got a reputation. I embraced the bad guy image they were painting of me—” “Is that why you wear black all the time?” Niya asked. “Because you want to look all tough and scary?” “I wear all black because it looks good on me—” Mala Suerte took a steadying breath, physically turning his head away from Niya and her nonsense.
Mala Suerte smiled, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “I always liked you,” he said. Teo let out a dry laugh. “Even though I’m a troublemaker?” Mala Suerte’s smile curled into a mischievous grin. “Because you’re a troublemaker.”
Venganza was always calling him “my son,” but what if he wasn’t a son at all? What if the words he thought he’d grow into never actually fit? Pull it together, he reminded himself. Now was not the time for a full-on gender crisis.
It was difficult to hide the disappointment on his face. But Xio was here to learn, and just like every prodigy and mentor he’d seen on TV, they needed to start with the basics before the epic epiphany. This was the beginning of his training arc.
Aurelio rolled his eyes, but even in the dark Teo caught the red blooming in his cheeks. “Eventually you won’t just be able to charm me into every situation,” he muttered. “It’ll wear off.” He straightened his posture and started down the dock. “Wait a second!” Teo chased after him. “What’s that about me being charming?!”
Aurelio looked around the cart and frowned over at Teo. “Did I—” “Fall asleep and curl up on me like a little cat?” Teo teased with a grin. Aurelio’s cheeks flushed. Teo laughed. “Of course not! Aurelio, Son of Lumbre, would never be caught dead in such a compromising position.” “You snore like a little puppy!” Niya announced. “It’s adorable!”
Niya sniffed. “I still think you’re a piece of shit.” “No, no,” they said, already leading the way into the trees. “I used to be a piece of shit.”
Xio was ready for Niya to put up a fight, but instead, she let out an exasperated groan. “Fine!” she growled before warning them, “But I’m gonna be a dick about it!”

