Leo frowned at the question because there really wasn't a way around explaining at least part of his past. He sat quietly for a while, pulling some gears and pipe cleaners from his pocket and fiddling with them silently for a few minutes. A part of him was hoping that Peter wouldn't talk more just yet, give him time to work up to some of the truth at least. He felt guilty when the other told him how it bothered him, how he didn't think he knew much about Leo.
He always thought Peter knew what was important about him. His secret, most of his current life. Leo figured Peter knew him better than just about anyone.
"My dad's Hephaestus. He technically lives in Olympus but he spends all his time in his forges. He has a lot of them in Volcanoes, y'know... I've been to a few of them. They're amazing... he has all these inventions and automatons, like you'd never believe some of the stuff he's made..." his voice was a bit wistful. Like most demigods his interactions with his godly parent was minimal.
He went quiet for a little bit again his fingers trembling as he thought about his mom -- that urge to just run making his feet bounces a little. "My mom's dead," he finally forced out. "Abuela, I tried to live with her but it didn't work and I ran away.. and then I was with one of my aunts...she hated me, I ran away then too... I kept running away until I went to this Wilderness School in Arizona for troubled kids. That's where a Satyr found me and I got to Camp Half-Blood..."
"See, nothing interesting or good about my past."
Maybe he'd said enough that Peter wouldn't question him about his mom. He didn't want to tell Peter that he was a murderer. Because despite everything he knew now he still felt utterly responsible for his mother's death.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
He always thought Peter knew what was important about him. His secret, most of his current life. Leo figured Peter knew him better than just about anyone.
"My dad's Hephaestus. He technically lives in Olympus but he spends all his time in his forges. He has a lot of them in Volcanoes, y'know... I've been to a few of them. They're amazing... he has all these inventions and automatons, like you'd never believe some of the stuff he's made..." his voice was a bit wistful. Like most demigods his interactions with his godly parent was minimal.
He went quiet for a little bit again his fingers trembling as he thought about his mom -- that urge to just run making his feet bounces a little. "My mom's dead," he finally forced out. "Abuela, I tried to live with her but it didn't work and I ran away.. and then I was with one of my aunts...she hated me, I ran away then too... I kept running away until I went to this Wilderness School in Arizona for troubled kids. That's where a Satyr found me and I got to Camp Half-Blood..."
"See, nothing interesting or good about my past."
Maybe he'd said enough that Peter wouldn't question him about his mom. He didn't want to tell Peter that he was a murderer. Because despite everything he knew now he still felt utterly responsible for his mother's death.