"What kind of a question is that?"
Will smiled though, his blue eyes kindly bending into a thin line. He was dazzling as always. I had to smile back.
"Maybe I'm just curious which part of me you find most attractive."
"That's a silly question to ask."
He sat down, thinking. I sat beside him, trying hard not to show any anticipation. He shrugged and said,
"I don't know. I can't find the right words."
"You're father is Apollo. Literature is more of a your-thing, not mine."
He nudged me gently, eyeing a book that's been left open since last night. Yes, I've been into novels after I grew out of Mythomagic. I was trying to catch up with the world which left me about 70 years behind. I did watch Star Wars with Will, along with many other movies he loved. When we watched Captain America, Will called me Steve Rogers for a week. Then, I read Harry Potter to understand what 'Slytherin' meant. It was a nazi-magician group. The I read Tolkien, Cronicles of Narnia, and some other Fantasy novels. I finally understood the Sauron and Wardrobe meme.
"If we were characters in a book, how would you describe me, then?"
Will's eyes soon glinted with vigor as he made a long list of words.
"'Nico di Angelo was a kind, considerate person, who had problems with all kinds of things - from being in the right time and place, to finding love. After all the things he went through, he decided to sulk for a while."
My cheek turned bright red. He still had to do that. I thought holding grudges was a child-of-Hades' thing. I had a lot in my mind then. Will noticed my face and chuckled.
"Then, a handsome blonde prince came by and asked him why he didn't say hello to him."
"I know, I know. Just, let me finish."
Will held my hand with both hands as if to apologize and kissed it. Our ring shone in the afternoon sunlight. I told him I coud get him a better one, with any gem of a kind, just name it. He said the gold ring I got him was more than enough. That he would still love it the same even if it were made with wires.
"Once the handsome blond Prince William got to know Nico di Angelo better, he realized he had a heart of gold, but it was hidden beneath all the grief he had to face.
He cried until he didn't have any tears left to cry. He missed his family so much, but he could't see them anymore. He had helped the camp all along, but never was acknowledged properly. He thought he was alone. Prince William realized he had fallen in love with this guy, and decided to become his family, along with our lovely Hazel."
I had to smile hearing that name. My sweet little sister. She always gave me strength. Her smile was as cozy as a warm mug of hot chocolate.
"Nico, there is no specific reason I love you. If there was, it would be such a fragile and conditional relationship. I love you because you are you. I will always love you no matter what you are or what you become."
I had to admit, I didn't expect this answer. Lost in words, I stared at his pair of blue, blue eyes, blue as a clear sky. His shaggy ends of blonde hair brushed his forehead. He squeezed my hand. I leaned close to him.
It was all I could say. See, I was not the poetic one. Will ran his fingers through my black hair. He leaned in too, ever so slightly, and closed his eyes.
I always peek just before we kiss. His eyelashes like feathers, they catch the sunlight and plays with it. Speckled with shards of gold, they flutter like butterflies.
He tastes like the sunlight itself - sweet, buttery, warm and lanky. Soft and energetic, full of hope and grace. I still wonder how I got to love this guy, it's a mystery. I guess I was lucky. Lucky to be me, the person Will Solace loves so much.
Fortune smiled and came my way, brining love I never thought I'd see.
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