Solangelo One-shots.

Different kinds of you.

Nico chewed at the end of his pencil thoughtfully, and sighed in annoyance when he was met with pure nothingness. It's been about a week since he'd picked up art, and he'd spent his almost all of his free time sketching, painting or colouring. Surprisingly, he had a natural knack for it. Inspiration seemed to move his fingers like water against the canvas. And yet, today, creativity seemed to have dissipated. He sighed again, and Will looked over in concern.

"Neeks?" Nico turned to face his boyfriend, and felt a sudden rush of affection toward the blond.

Will lay on the bed, against the white sheets of the bed, his legs crossed, his laptop sitting comfortably on his lap.

"Mind if I draw you?" The words tumbled out of Nico's mouth by accident.

He hadn't meant to say that. Most of his sketches with Will as the 'model' were sketched from afar, in discreet. He didn't exactly regret his words, but he felt like it was the wrong thing to say.

"What?" Will exhaled, a breathless sounding sound.

"To draw you. Is that...okay?" Nico mumbled, casting his eyes downward, suddenly finding the carpeted floor very interesting.

"Um, if you want to, sure." Will replies, and suddenly all the awkwardness vanishes.

Nico rises from his seat at the desk to walk toward the bed, settling in front of his boyfriend. Will peered at him curiously from the side of his laptop, and Nico couldn't help but smile at the boy fondly. Nico had been content with drawing Will from afar. And yet, there was something new and fresh about this. It felt intimate and raw. Like how Will was allowing himself to be vulnerable for once. Vulnerable enough that Nico could capture every little detail. Will dropped his curious gaze, and Nico eased.

Where to start?

Nico chided himself for thinking too much. This was art. Art had no logic. It was how you interpret it. He told himself to allow his heart and hands do the work. His mind could be lost in the passion and love Nico had both for art and the boy that sat across him. Slowly, but surely, the pencil flowed over the paper.

Will had beautiful features. Nico hadn't realised it yet. Sure, he'd spent weeks tracing over every curve and contour of Will's face, trying to commit it to memory, but it never did justice. Sometimes it just seemed as though it was hard, all sharp edges and pointy ends. Other times, it felt soft, curved edges and rounded ends. And yet, it could be a mixture of both, all coiled energy and gentle.

"You're beautiful." Nico murmured, so soft, he didn't think that Will could've heard him.

A flush rose on Will's tanned skin, tainting his cheeks and the tips of his ears a slight red. The blush made his freckles pop and blue eyes seem brighter, and sharper.

Nico felt his hands pick up speed, as though trying to convey what he saw on paper. Nico looked at the drawing he had in his hands, and felt his heart leap, just a little, but enough for him to feel it. Nico then turned his attention toward Will again. A small smile flickered on his face when he saw the fading blush on Will, now replaced by fierce concentration. The furrowed brows, the slight frown, the tinge of red on his lips of when he'd chewed it thoughtfully, the way his blue eyes seemed to sparkle with determination.

Again, Nico's hands began to fly against the piece of paper.

Nico looked down, and saw something completely different. Suddenly Will was all sharp angles, fierce and fiery. Whereas before, he'd been gentle, soft angles and a hint of tenderness.

Will was like a complicated puzzle Nico's been fiddling around with. Behind those blue eyes hid many kinds of suffering. Many layers of stories of how Will came to be. Will was like a riddle Nico wanted desperately to know the answer to. Nico frowned at how quickly the image had changed.

He bit his bottom lip, before dropping the paper onto the bed.

It was impossible. Nico couldn't just...draw Will like he was some inanimate object. Up close, Nico could see. Just see. The emotions, the little tiny details, like every single freckle on Will's nose and cheeks.

"What's up?" Will's fingers threaded through his, and Nico shrugged.

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Portray you. I can't just draw you. You've got so many different yous, and I've fallen in love with every single one of them. And yet...I just can't draw them."

Will stayed silent.

"I'm sorry. That doesn't make any sense, does it?"

Will chuckled.

"Yep. But it's okay. I'm content with you sitting there and drawing me all day."

Nico cracked an affectionate smile, and leaned over to press a chaste kiss onto the blond's lips.

"Okay."

End.

Author's note: Hey all! You should sooooo be proud of me. I took a break all day and actually decided to bake cupcakes. They came out delicious. GO ME! So....turns out that all I needed was a teeeeeeeenyyyyy tiiiiiiiinyyyyy break. I'm back! So enjoy this chapter, I really liked it and I hope it makes sense to you ahahahah! It is currently 11.38pm and I'm running on adrenaline and coffee. LOVES AND KISSES, BABES. I love you all so much, I'm pretty sure you'll be the death of me.

Love, K.

OHMERGERD. WATTPAD IS BEING SUCH A BITCH RIGHT NOW. IT WONT LEMME DO THE MEDIA THINGY WHYYYYYYYY!