Some people believe that the lowest people you can date are the children of Hades- or Pluto if your Roman. However you disagree. You’ve been dating Hazel for almost a year now and it’s been like a dream you never want to wake up from. You two have done midnight horse riding, trips to old buildings, admires you like your the gold she can make appear from the ground. Tonight however she woke you up and dragged you out to the roof of the Pluto building, not that you were complaining in the first place. As you two sat down and watching the stars you noticed Hazel was drawing designs on your arm with her fingertips, you recognized a couple as some star consolations, flowers, small hearts, you even noticed she traced ‘Hazel loves you’ once. As she glanced at you she smiled as she reached over to your face and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face

“What are you drawing on me?”

you asked as she went back to tracing designs on your arm absentmindedly, occasionally looking at you or the stars

“Something special.”

She mumbled quietly, looking up at you as you stared into her eyes. The eyes that seemed to shine brighter than any star or planet you’ve ever seen. Her eyes shined much like the Spica star you learned about, bright and hot enough to melt everything that stands in her way