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EASE - Troye Sivan

((Y/C/E - your colored eyes
Y/C/H - your colored hair))

"Mark, when did you go blind? If you don't mind my asking." You said one day as you laid in bed for a lazy day with him.

"When I was five. There was a tumor in my brain and they got it out, but couldn't save my sight."

"So you did see at one point?"

"Yeah, but I can hardly remember colors, and if I do, they're all dull. Not as brilliant and stunning as you make them sound." He admitted, and you nuzzled further into his chest.

"What do you remember?"

"I remember what my mom, dad, and brother look like. At least what they looked like over 20 years ago. I also remember what 5-year-old me looked like, I can only assume I've changed appearance wise."

You laughed airily. "Yeah, you've changed since you were five."

That was the conversation that started it all. All the research, the doctors, the hospital visits, the hopes and prayers from friends and family. New tools and discoveries in eye surgery had been made, and they were fairly sure they could restore his sight. 78% sure, at least.

As you were in his surgery prep room, you held back the urge to pace nervously. There would be enough time for that during the four hour procedure, but right now your Mark needed you.

"Y/N, tell me again what you look like." He asked, and you smiled.

"You'll see in a few hours."

"I know, but I love the way you describe things. That's the one thing I'll miss about being blind, all of your wonderful words."

"Okay. So I have Y/C/E, they're -

blue - like the salty air of the ocean, or the pop of blueberries between your teeth

brown - like yours, Mark. brown like the taste of fresh warm brownies from the oven, and the sound of twigs snapping under your feet along a hiking trail

green - like the earthen pine in forests, or the crunch of granny smith apples

And I have Y/C/H

blonde - like the bright, comforting heat from the sun's rays, or golden like the gentle patches of fur on Simon, the parts that aren't black

red - like the fiery sunrise that marks a new day, or the slightly sour tang of orange juice

brown - like the sweet taste of your favorite chocolate, or slightly copper, like the texture of a penny

black - like yours, Mark. black like the stillness of night, or the exciting uncertainty of space

."

He breathed out in awe. "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."

"Handsome," you mimicked him, kissing his forehead. "Absolutely handsome."

Just then, a nurse in scrubs entered the room. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's time for him to be put under."

"Okay," you took a step back, and Mark immediately became panicked.

"Y/N? Where'd you go?"

"I'm right here, babe." You rushed back to his side, opposite of the one the anaesthesiologist was using. Your hand found his, and he relaxed.

"Y/N, can you keep talking? I want you to be the last thing I hear, and the first thing I see."

"I will, I promise." You took a deep breath, and began rambling on about your favorite memories with him. His eyes slowly closed, and just as he went under, you whispered to him, "I love you."

"I... love you... too." He murmured, before succumbing to the anesthesia.

You stayed back in the prep room as he was wheeled into the operating room. A nurse took you out, and led you back to his room, then gave you directions to the cafeteria in case you got hungry.

After the longest four hours of your life, you saw him being wheeled down the hall. You stood up and ran to intercept the rolling bed. Mark was mumbling incoherently.

"He's not quite awake yet." A nurse informed you. "His doctor will be in soon."

You sat by his bedside, anxiously awaiting him to wake up. His mumbling slowly got louder and more comprehensive, and soon he was rolling over and trying to sit up. "Here, babe, let me help you." You offered, making sure he heard you before you touched him.

Mark allowed you support him as he sat up, and leaned into you. You let him rest his bandaged head on your chest, and you wrapped your arms around him tightly. "There's bandages on my head and my eyes, right?" He asked, trying to feel them.

"Yes, leave them be. Dr. Holden should be in soon."

You both were quiet, anticipation making adequate conversation impossible. The door to his room opened, and you looked up at the surgeon while Mark's head turned in his general direction.

"Hello, Y/N," he nodded at you. "Mark, how are you feeling?"

"Tired, but excited." He sat up straight, taking his head off you as Dr. Holden walked over.

"So I'm going to be taking your bandages off now, Mark. Are you ready?" The doctor asked, hand hovering over the end bandage on the right side of his head.

"Not yet, I want to tell Y/N something."

You immediately snapped to attention. "Mark, babe, what do you need to tell me?"

"I'm scared." He whispered, and you pulled him into a hug. He buried his face in your neck, and you stroked his hair.

"It's going to be okay. It'll all be okay."

"The last thing I saw was my face in a mirror. The image burned into my retinas is a terrified little boy who is about to lose all sense of color." Mark took a shaky breath, and you kissed his head in comfort. "I would tell myself I'm not him anymore, but I am. Underneath it all, I'm still a boy terrified of the unknown."

You took yourself out of the hug to motion the doctor over, keeping one arm around Mark. "If you're scared of the unknown, then maybe you should know it so you'll be a little less scared."

"Okay." He breathed deeply as you took both of his hands in yours. "I'm ready, doc."

The doctor slowly unwrapped the layers and layers of gauze, revealing the two cotton pads on Mark's eyes. Then those came off too. "Okay Mark, I want you to slowly start blinking, it might take your eyes a few moments to adjust." Dr. Holden instructed.

Your boyfriend did as he asked, his pupils dilating then shrinking to adjust to the lighting as he continuously blinked. He stopped blinking, staring at you with a slack jaw. "Mark?" You asked, concerned that it didn't work.

"Y/N?" He asked uncertainly, letting go of your hands to reach out towards your face.

"Yes." You smiled, bringing his hands to your cheeks, your eyes tearing up. "Yes baby, it's me."

"Holy shit, you're more stunning than I could've envisioned." Mark breathed out in awe, eyes roaming your face instead of his hands. "I want to kiss you right now but I also want to stare at you forever."

"Mark," you leaned down to grab a handheld mirror out of your bag and hand it to him. "Look, it's you."

He took the mirror in his hands, and you were surprised his jaw didn't dislocate. "That's... my face? You're right, Y/N, I am handsome."

You laughed, tears of joy spilling down your face, and nodded. "Yes, Mark, you are."

Now he was crying too, going in between looking at the mirror and looking at you. "Fuck it, I'm gonna kiss you." Your boyfriend put down the mirror, and you happily planted your lips on his.

When you broke apart, his eyes were still open. Apparently he never wanted to take his eyes off of you. You went to hold his hands again, but found something in them. A soft box. "Babe, what's this?"

"Oh," he fiddled with it in his hands, turning it around to open it up towards you. Inside was a beautiful gold ring with filigree and a perfectly inlaid diamond. "Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, you are the best thing that has happened to me in a very long time. You managed to bring color my life when I was blind and you've brought light to my life now that I can see. I know that I want you in my life forever, as my color-bringer, light, best friend, wife, and most importantly, my truest love. It's been five years since we met, and I was planning on proposing to you a year ago, but then this whole thing with my eyes happened, and I knew I had to see the beautiful woman I had fallen in love with when I did it. So please, will you marry me?"

Your hands were clasped over your mouth, tears flowing so heavily, and you could only nod yes. You were still in shock as he pulled you into his chest, and you fit your head underneath his chin. Gently, he took your left hand and held it out to slip the ring on.

"You know what's funny?" Mark said, and you could feel his chest vibrating as he spoke, and a few tears falling onto your hair. "When I was picking it out, all the other ones just had cold diamonds and cold metal, but this one had texture, it had almost like a life to it. And I knew as soon as I felt the filigree that it was perfect for you."

"Mark," you sighed in content, looking up at him. "I love you, so much."

He kissed you once, then again. "I love you too, Y/N. So much."