(Italics in brackets = thoughts/ 'emotions'. The (!) is like he can't believe he can see black…Got it?)

*Any made up words – that aren't typos – are new colours that Will named.

Will and His Shadowy Boyfriend.

A new colour spectrum. It seemed impossible. Inconceivable. Unthinkable.

But that was almost all Will saw nowadays. They were new colours completely. Try to describe the colour red, or blue, or yellow. Not the feel, the colour itself. Impossible, right?

Will thought it might be the colour of Nothing. Maybe not. He had counted five now. All behind his eyelids. Or maybe in his room. Or the park. Surroundings were difficult now. Maybe they were all just inside his mind.

You'd think that his Father being Apollo, god of healing, amongst other things, would be able to heal his destroyed retinas and optic nerves. But, no. Apparently using a bit too much healing had been draining his personal health.

He had started wearing glasses about a year before the Battle of the Labyrinth, but then, everything started to flicker between everything being extremely dull and grey, and bright flashing headache-causing lights. He had never said anything a few paracetamols, a bite of ambrosia, and Will was OK again for a bit.

It came back to bite him in the arse. By the end of the war against Gaia, he was squinting constantly, either trying to navigate his way through the darkness like a mole, or through the intensity of light in his brain.

If he focused, he could make out blurs of things. His mother was easy to tell apart, a blur of a new colour (the only way close to any of the real colours, he thought it was like green with a bit of red mixed in but not making brown… See it was difficult! He called it *spiel, no clue why, just, did), constantly bustling around him, it was great, but *spiel was too warm to be that pleasant.

Then Nico walked into… wherever he was. (He was still pissed that no one had bothered to tell him where he was.)

Colours! Oh, how Will embraced seeing red, and blue, and yellow, and green, and purple, and pink, and brown, and tonal colours, even, black, grey, and white. Normal, everyday things for you and me, but Will had been sat in a world of New, and, right then, Old was exactly what he needed.

Will didn't need to focus for Nico. Nico was sharp lines, shapes that before, would be harsh and severe, but now, were a welcome change from blurs. Will could see the shadows in black (!) along his face showing his straight nose, high cheekbones, hooded eyes, and thin lips. He had never been so handsome. Will put his hand on Nico's cheek, it flushed, a deep purple (why purple? Will thought offhandedly) and Will smiled, his own damn *grier hands – in his eyes of course – stroked it leisurely, feeling all the points and sharpness. The son of Hades smiled and it softened his face, making Will panic slightly, but as it turned out, Nico was still all well-defined lines. No number of Maccy-ds could make this boy have chubby cheeks. Will was so relieved, he honestly jumped at his boyfriend right then.

He was slightly off on the distance, and was about to plummet to the hard floor, (he assumed it was a hard floor, he had heard Nico walk in, and Nico could be silent if he wanted) but Nico caught him. Ah the joys of your boyfriend being a well-trained swordsman, right?

So maybe it was overwhelming with all the colours, but Will'd get through, especially with Mr. Shadows and Darkness over here -Nico if you were wondering- by his side.

A/N: I tried to portray Will as blind but hey. Hope it worked.