JUST REDISCOVERED THE MOVIE, AND I LOVE THESE TWO TOGETHER, SO I WILL BE WRITING A LOT OF THESE PROBABLY. THIS STORY MAY HAVE LOTS OF CHAPTERS, BUT MOST OF THEM WILL BE UNRELATED TO EACH OTHER AND DRABBLES. PLEASE ENJOY!
Summary: Prop is used to being unnoticed, but Scipio doesn't let it remain that way for long. Meta-human! AU *Scipio never rode the merry-go-round, so he is still a "child"
I See You-by PS
It had started with Bo. Sweet, loving Bo. Sweet, loving, empathetic Bo.
He had the face of an angel, the wit of a genius, and the knowledge of one who could see behind the mask that one wore. When someone was with Bo, they could not hide their true feelings, as Prosper had seen many times before.
Prosper, the older brother, the one with the serious face, the unseen one. Literally. When he was young, Prosper had revealed his true power of invisibility, and while his mother had helped the best she could, Prosper felt that this power had always made him a true outcast.
When their kind mother died, the shining light leaving her once cheerful face, Bo and Prosper had been sent to live with their vile Aunt Esther and Uncle Max.
Esther Hartlieb had the power of screech, her banshee like scream ear-drum shattering, and capable of causing much misery.
Max Hartlieb had the ability to such the life energy of those around him, and such a power had made him an unlikable man, as he liked to use his power for evil.
Prosper had been sent away shortly after being handed to his aunt and uncle, but he had found a way, with his meta-human powers, to escape and find his brother.
Together they had left the Hartlieb's behind, and journeyed to Venice, where they were left to seemingly starve on the streets.
It was only the fortunate arrival of the Thief Lord and his group that the two of them survived.
This new gang became like a family to them, along with the detective Victor Getz and Signora Ida. The Thief Lord knew them, and Victor helped to send their aunt and uncle in an entirely different direction when they tried to hunt Prop and Bo down and take them back "home."
Now, the children lived with Signora Ida in her small mansion, her comfortable presence soothing and welcome, as she helped all of the children in their time of need.
They were all wonderful, and Prosper loved his new family, but, sometimes, he still felt out of place.
Each of them had wonderful powers, and he felt like somewhat of a let down compared to them.
What with Hornet and her ability of toxic, stinging touch, Mosca with his techno path powers, Riccio and his amazing super speed, Victor with his touch telepathy, and Signora Ida with her pryo abilities.
And, of course, there was Scipio, the Thief Lord himself, with his talent to walk through walls and other solid objects. He did it as though it were as easy as breathing air, and Prosper felt jealous and saddened by it.
He had a hard time with his powers sometimes, and watching all of them use their abilities so easily made him depressed.
Even Bo, at such a young age, was capable of figuring out his powers.
It must have been his own fault, Prosper reasoned, his fault that his powers were underdeveloped and weak in contrast to the others.
No one would understand his powers, and no one would ever want to.
But, Prosper had no idea how wrong he was…
It was a lazy evening at Casa Spavento, everyone off doing their own activities, that found Prosper sitting outside on the small balcony of one of the second floor bedrooms, his bedroom. His own.
"What's got you so down?" The question was spoken by the dark, silky voice of the Thief Lord, and Prosper whirled around quickly to look at Scipio, his heart jumping in his chest.
"Don't do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Prosper held a hand to his chest, lowering his head to hide his flushed cheeks.
Lately, he had been feeling strange around Scipio, and only Scipio. When he had met the Thief Lord he had been awed, and a little contemptuous, but, as time went on he felt like Scipio understood the loneliness he felt, maybe just a bit. And then…those feelings morphed into something new. Something warm and, sometimes, entirely unpleasant.
"Sorry," Scipio said, his dark and unfathomable eyes shining as he pushed himself out of his leaning pose from the doorway. "You should have been paying more attention."
Prosper glared at him, just a bit, "you walk out of the walls Scipio, I doubt it matters how much attention I pay, your powers are enough to startle anyone."
He had purposefully said "startle" instead of "scare," he knew what it was like to be feared and disliked for your abilities. He didn't want anyone else to feel that way.
Scipio stared at him, obviously noticing his lapse of attention, "is something wrong?" His voice was soft, in the way it was only when he was around Prop. It made him feel weak.
"It's nothing," Prosper muttered, looking back out into the distance of the city, "I just…it's nothing."
Scipio came to lean against the balcony railing with him, the stone cool in darkening twilight.
"You were hesitant," Scipio said, looking out into the city with him, "when we stole things. You were hesitant to use your powers, to use them to your advantage. I never understood. I think that using your abilities is natural, they are a part of you, part of what makes you. I use my powers daily, hourly even. I have every need of them…but you act as though you do not care to use them."
Prosper bit his lip, blinking slowly, feeling Scipio's eyes on him as he continued.
"I understand it now," he said lowly, "you think that using your powers marks you out as something unordinary. But really, it makes you someone extraordinary. It makes you special, even in a world full of special people."
That made Prosper look up at him then, startled at the words that held so much conviction and, dare he say it, love. No one had even spoken to him like this before, and Prop found that he could not look away as Scipio stared at him with those dark, dark eyes.
"Prop, Prosper, you are the most amazing thing I have even seen. You act only when you need to. When we first met…you only stood up to me because you wanted, needed, to protect your brother. You're the only one who has held my attention before, and it isn't because of your powers, or anything like that. It's because of you. I love you."
Prosper gasped, unable to process what was being said to him, unable to accept it in the slightest.
"You don't mean that," he said, backing away a few steps and shaking his head, trying to clear it even as hair flew into his face.
Scipio stepped forward with him, grabbing hold of his wrist and putting a hand on his cheek, making Prop pause long enough for Scipio to brush his dark tangled hair away from his paled face.
"I love you," the Thief Lord, Scipio, said, dark eyes full of the emotion as he leaned forward a bit more, his breath falling over Prosper's lips, "and no matter what you do, I will always love you."
Prosper did nothing but close his eyes and part his lips a bit as Scorpio leaned in, pressing their lips together softly, the feeling of it so sweet that Prop couldn't help but sag into Scipio's arms, a small sound a approval escaping him.
After a minute, Scipio pulled back, Prop still leaning heavily on him, his wrist still captured in the other's grasp.
He only opened his eyes when Scipio gave a small huff of laughter, "you're invisible Prop."
Prosper blinked, looking down at himself to find that he was indeed invisible.
But, that didn't seem to matter to Scipio as he tightened his hand around Prop's wrist and pulled him back towards the doorway, his arm already halfway through the wood, via his powers, before Prop stopped, "wait."
Scipio looked back at him, despite the fact that he was invisible.
"Is…is this real?" Prosper's voice sounded so young, and he hated it, but he had to know.
Scipio smiled at him, not that vague, mystic Thief Lord smile, but a real one, his perfect teeth showing, "it's real. All of this. And now, I wanted to tell everyone else."
Prosper blinked, willing himself to turn back visible; he was successful, apparently, as when he opened his eyes Scipio's had gotten, impossibly, darker.
"Not yet," Prop said, "I want to be with you first. Just us."
Scipio smirked slowly, leaning back, his head tilting down so that he could kiss Prosper again.
"Anything you want," he reassured, "anything at all."
Prosper couldn't help but believe him…
NOT EXACTLY HOW I WANTED TO WRITE IT, BUT CLOSE ENOUGH! HOPE YOU LIKED IT!
