Ailments [Norway+Reader Contest Entry]

Her smile flooded his mind, the blush of her warm, creamy cheeks. His stoic expression didn't crack, surprisingly, yet his heartbeat was erratic as he pictured every curve of her beautiful face. There was no way that she could be human. She made him react in ways that he never thought were possible. He would stay up late some nights, just to remember the conversations they had earlier that day.

“I wish that I could name what this feeling is. I don’t understand it.” His monotone voice echoed in his room as he rubbed his hands over his face.

All this confusion, all the feelings she caused in him. He never let anyone know of his internal conflicts over __y/n__. That name, the name of the beautiful and majestic creature he had the pleasure of meeting. He hadn't ever felt that way about any other person on the face of earth or through the course of history. She had introduced this new world of daydreaming and happiness. She made him want to start expressing emotion, but just to her. He wanted to smile with her, laugh along with her, hold her and never let her go. He knew what pain felt like, he was constantly reminded of what loneliness felt like, but he wanted to know what this was.

For days on end, he looked through every book he could to find what ailment he was suffering from. Yet his quest was in vain. His eyes slowly became a dark blue and deep marks under to show a lack of sleep from his research. He sighed and ran his pale fingers through his pale blond hair. The young man heard a soft rapping coming from the other side of the door that separated him from the outside world. He rose from his seated position at the desk and made his way over to the wooden door. He peered through the peephole and saw __y/n__, waiting patiently for him to open the door. In the light breeze, her hair flew and swayed. It shone bright in the daylight of the afternoon. The sunlight made her skin glow in a way that made him wonder if she was the result of a magical spell. Just gazing at her beauty caused him to ponder if she were a nymph or a pixie, but she wouldn't be just any kind. No, her beauty could put any plain one to shame, she would be a princess of pixies or the fairest nymph he had ever laid eyes on. The elegance of her swaying hips and the way she held her head high. He felt his cheeks heat up from his thoughts of __y/n__ in a long, pure white gown that only royalty would wear and wondered what was happening to him. He cleared his throat and mustered up all the self control he could.

“Yes?” He asked in a flat voice.

She turned around to face him and smiled brightly, “Lukas! I missed you.” Her slender arms clasped around his larger frame and a giggle erupted from her full pink lips.

His body stiffened from the sudden contact. He managed to keep his poker face intact, but he couldn't keep his heartbeat controlled. She pulled away and rubbed one her feminine arms. Her eyes focusing on something that had suddenly become so interesting on the ground.
“Sorry about that Lukas. I just haven’t seen you in a while, and I kinda missed you. A lot. And now I’m just rambling on and on and probably annoying you now.”

He cleared his throat to catch her attention. Her head snapped up at the noise he made. A blush painted her cheeks and the flush on her cheeks highlighted the color of her orbs that he memorized for when he couldn't see her.

“Come inside. Please.” Her head bobbed swiftly as he stepped aside to let the girl in what had become his cave of solitude for the past few days. Books scattered around the living area along with some littered papers with words scrawled in his native tongue.

“Lukas?”
He turned to her, acknowledging her question.
“Why is your living room so messy?”
“I needed to do research.”
“Why?”

“I think I may be suffering from some sort of possession.” Her delicate eyebrows knitted together in confusion at his choice of words.

“Possession?”
“Yes, I’m feeling things for someone that I've never felt before.” Her lips formed an ‘O’ shape.

“Who is this person? Is it a woman?” She asked in a quiet voice.
“Yes.” He answered in a monotone. Her eyes held confusion and pain overrode all the confusion her orbs reflected.

“I see, can you tell me who it is?”
“No.”
“Will you tell me how you feel about them in the very least?”

He pondered the question for a moment before answering, “Yes.” She sat down, folded her fingers, and tilted her head slightly in a thoughtful manner that made Lukas want to wrap his arms around her and press his lips to every part of her round and soft face.

“This woman makes me feel things I have never felt before, and I’m not sure what those feelings are.” He paused, her bright eyes grew serious and she nodded her head, telling him to continue.
“She makes me want to hold her and laugh with her. My heart becomes rapid when I see her and becomes out of control when she comes close and even more so when she speaks. I want to do all sorts of things like that with her and I have never felt that way about anyone in my entire life.”

She smiled a sad smile and laughed, “Lukas, you aren't possessed.”
His eyebrows came together in confusion, “Then what is this that I have been feeling?”
She rose and patted his shoulder, “Love.”
“Love?” The word tasted strange and he became curious.
“Yes, love.”
“How do I cure it?”
“You can’t,” His eyes flashed a panic before settling back to their usual calm and blank composure, “You can’t cure it because it isn't an illness.”
He nodded, absorbing the information.

“I see. Could you show me what love is?”
“What?”
“I know I’m not a man of many words, but its you.”
“What’s me?”
He sighed before continuing, “The woman I was telling you about, its you.”
A brilliant smile crept up her feature as her face turned a deep red. He sheepishly turned his pale face away from her loving gaze.

“Lukas.”
“Hmm?”
“l would be more than happy to show you what love is, and what it feels like to have it.”

His eyes became a brilliant and magnificent cobalt and his cheeks were painted with a light pink as his lips turned up into a rare smile.