Sight. What could Nico see? The deep black (too bright, too loud) walls of the Hades cabin. The bed shoved in the corner, black comforter spread across it. The wooden floors, cold and sharp and jagged. How could he see the air? A light blue and shivering cold, wilting to flowers and a gust of wind through an open window, promising snow in the late winter night.

Hearing. What could he hear? The buzz of the fan, the whistle of wind, the hum of energy. A clang of metal that was too loud from the arena, scratching against him and making Nico want to scream. The sharp flutter of a bird's wings, the crows that always seemed to roost on the Hades cabin roof, that followed him even in the dead of night.

Smell. What could he smell? The lavender candles that Hazel always put out because it calmed them, the ones he didn't have the heart to take down even when she went home to Camp Jupiter. The faint scent of vanilla that always followed Nico's sister and lingered even when Hazel left. Brownies and chocolate, because Will had made some and had been thoughtful to bring some over.

Taste. What could he taste? The smell of the brownies, the ones he hadn't touched yet, the ones that were still warm in their container. The vanilla in the air, wafting and mixing with the smell and taste of lavender. The biting winter air Nico loved, the one promising snow and fun and hot coco after snowball fights with the Stolls and the Hermes cabin.

Touch. What could Nico feel?

Everything. He could feel everything. The scratchy blanket at his feet, the one he had shoved off his bed because it didn't feel right. The soft, weighted one that he favored pulled around him in the chilling midnight air. The sheets will had suggested he used when the cabin ones felt damp, even though they weren't. He could feel the texture of the black walls, a silky smooth. Hazel's lavender candles, waxy between his figures despite him not touching them.

He could feel the fire that radiated from the lighted candles, the warmth small and miniscule but there none the less. The cold floor, the one he hated so he wore thin socks that had small moons on them in spirit of Bianca.

The glass he could feel, and the wind that flew over him because he didn't want to shut the windows. The heat from the fireplace,the one he had just lit as he pulled a hoodie over his frame. Artemis shone through the open windows and cast light shadows over the cabin, and Nico could feel that too.

Snow began to fall, lightly at first, and he could hear it. When it started to show harder he could taste it, and smell it. Did snow have a smell?

Nico's bed was messed up (Hazel had washed his sheets before leaving a few days ago) but he couldn't get it how it was before. Where had the blanket gone that lay on top of the pillow that was now shoved against the wall to look at the ceiling? Where was the small stuffed dark green dragon Will had gotten him for his birthday? The sheets weren't right, and they smelled like lilies, not roses.

The hardwood was cold and sharp and dangerous against his socked feet, then against his legs as he crossed them to lean his back against the wall under the window. The brownie container was in his hands, and he pulled off the lid to try one. How were they still warm?

The chocolaty brownies were delicious, but the texture felt wrong. Almost like eating sand, but compact and wet, more like mud.

Flakes of snow fell in Nico's chocolate colored hair, coming through the window. He shook them out before closing the container and standing up. His blanket was still around his shoulders, comfortingly, and even as he ran his hands under water to rid them of the gritty texture he smiled.

He didn't know why, but he was happy.

Somehow this turned out happy even though I'm not having that good of a day. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Also, sorry for not uploading anything recently, school started and I hate my math teacher. Does that have anything to do with not making content? No. Not really. But she sucks, so, I mean what do you want me to do-