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Nico Di Angelo ~ Art

She was like an angel. Beautiful and innocent. Always helpful and kind to everyone she ever spoke to but there was one person she did never talk to. The son of Hades had an ability to avoid her and her kindness and warmth. She thought it was a bit odd but didn't really think much about it, but hoped that he would some day talk to her or at least give her something like a nod or a short wave in greeting. She found herself wondering if she had ever done him something wrong, but couldn't remember anything she'd in done to, or with, him.

Y/N was an artist, meaning the walls were covered in paintings, drawings and sketches she'd made. She liked it that way. The walls covered in something that was familiar to her, something she knew. Something only she knew what it really meant. 

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Nico was a photographer and an artist. He often photographed what he wanted to draw then he transferred it to paper or a canvas. The drawings and photos where hid under a pile of empty papers in his bedside table. The pencils, brushes and bottles and jars with paint, they where hid in a box under the bed. The black, acoustic guitar was hung on the wall and rarely used. It mostly collected dust and Nico was way to lazy to clean it every day.

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Nico's POV

I passed over the green grass of the camp with my camera hanging over my shoulder, looking for something to photograph. My gaze swept over the area and stopped at the sight of the beautiful girl from the Y/G/P cabin. Her Y/H/C Y/H/L hair swept trough the air as she spun around, chasing efter Annabeth. The white, classical dress she was wearing was flying after her in waves. I smiled. Something I hadn't done in a while and it had me thinking what that girl had that could make me smile just by doing nothing. I lifted my camera and took a photo of the beautiful young lady. She had no idea, of course, and I planned on keeping it a secret further on.

The walk back to my cabin felt longer than usual. I couldn't let the thought of her leave my mind. The way her smile had lit up my day and the way her dress was floating around her ankles. The way her hair blew in the light breeze and swayed behind her. She looked artistic in a way I hadn't seen before. She held a glow around her that reminded of sunshine and I had a feeling she had painted it herself. She had put that positive aura around herself. She wanted the people around her to be happy. And she'd done well.

I put up a canvas on the stative and place my pencils on the table beside. I put up the camera beside the stative. This drawing is going to be one of my favourites, I can feel it already. The smile on my lips didn't disappear. That was until I was almost done and a light knocking was heard from the door. I sighted and put down the pencil. In three long steps I had crossed the cabin floor and reached the door. The handle was easy to push down and when the door slid open there was an envelope placed on the ground. It was written "Nico" on the outside in a cursive font and inside was a note.

"This was in the grass. I thought it was yours. / Y/N"

I placed the note back in and looked inside. Inside was a polaroid of Bianca. I smiled. This was a photo of Bianca I always carried with me.

"Was it yours?" A sweet voice said. I looked up and found the girl I had photographed earlier standing in front of me. Her hands rested behind her back and she smiled. "It looked a lot like you so I thought it was yours. It was in the grass over there," she pointed to where I had been standing when I photographed her before.

"Yeah... yeah it's mine. Thank you... For returning it," I answered and mentally slapped myself. How clever, Nico. Well done. She laughed a little and I looked up again and smiled as I met her Y/E/C coloured eyes.

"Well I should get going, Annabeth and Piper wanted my help for something," She said, smiled and walked off. I stood frozen looking after her. She turned around and met my gaze. A light blush came to her cheeks before she quickly turned around again to hide it. I shook my head at her with a smile on my face and turned around to walk inside again. The door shut close behind me and silence filled my head.

The drawing was done in the next 30 minutes. I titled my head to look at it and smiled for myself when a thought hit me. This was my favourite drawing. But even if it's my favourite I'm not the one who should have it. The one who should have it is the person I've been drawing.

I placed it on her bed with a letter in an envelope. I hope she likes it. I hope she reads my letter. I hope she enjoys the art and the words. Because I've never drawn something so beautiful as that. I hope she thinks it's beautiful too. I just hope...