She sees him from across the amphitheater. Nico di Angelo. Son of Hades. She doesn't know why she's so fascinated by him. This pretty Italian boy who travels through her home, summons her friends from their beds in marble town, and who never seems to go anywhere. He just wanders, and roams. Floats and drifts. It is plain to see that he is her master's son. They have many of the same habits. He looks at her now, but he can't quite see her. Not while her master's spell is on her. She is to watch over him. Him and his roman sister, Hazel. She doesn't much care for Hazel. She is too slippery. Using the Mist and the like. Plus that damn weasel that shows up occasionally can see through the spell she wears. No she doesn't much care for Hazel. But Master Nico is another story. He is a curious being. That Victory Angel. He knows she's there. That something's there. But he can't see it, can't feel it, can't catch it. He's tried. Several times. Falling short each time. He gets close sometimes though. Close enough that she can see the different shades of brown that swirl in his eyes. Chocolate into chestnut into hazel. With all the little flecks of gold around the pupil. Maybe that's why she's so fascinated by him. He is the first to know that she is there, after all.
A/N: I really don't know where this came from but here it is soooooo yeah. I don't really know what to do with it either. Lemme know what you think.
~Fairy
