Discover Color - Norway x Reader P1

       No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t sleep.  Your thoughts were in shambles.  Nothing came through as words; your mind could only conjure broad emotional  notions and flashes of cropped up images.  Even so, there were some fragments that lingered throughout the whole spectacle.  A nervous curiosity buzzed uncomfortably under your skin, making it impossible for you to stay still without the feeling driving you up the wall.
       In tandem with the feeling, an image of that man’s eyes continuously penetrated your mind.  It at least allowed you to examine them  more without having to stare at him for unprecedented amounts of time. Whatever filled his rises made you think of cold.  When you thought of it, your brain likened it to the feeling of touching steel that had lasted through a long icy rain.  You could almost feel the sensation of the condensation and heat-leeching metal on your fingertips.
       You began to feel smothered by your comforter, which you usually treasured on cool nights like this one.  Deciding to leave its clutches, you moved to the window to try and entertain yourself with the nightscape.  At first it was difficult because a light, yet steady, rain was tapping away at your window and obscuring your view.  You leaned nearer to the window and rested your hand on it while you guided your nose to rest a hair away from the glass.  It was not lost to you that the sensation of the rain-battered window matched that of the thing in that man’s eyes.
       Once you could see well enough through the storm, you became entertained by a group of men trying to get a ship off the harbor.  That harbor has been a favorite spot for you throughout your life.  It was easy for you to frequent since it sat at the edge of your family’s property.  On it’s other side, the town rose modestly from the ground.  The view was familiar and comforting to you, and you were thankful for the generous size of the manor your family owned; it let you see far rather easily.  Far was a nice distance to see when you stared out into the ocean and waited for the horizon to spit out the ships that held your father and his men.
       The storm began to thicken and get much rougher.  The calm rain that had been tapping your window was steadily becoming a torrent of water and wind.  Your heart slightly sank for those sailors, who were still battling with the large ship.  Why would they set out now?  They should wait until morning when the weather would (hopefully) be kinder.  Unable to watch their struggle for awhile, you trained your focus straight out into the sea. The salty water was in turmoil as it rose up in waves that would reach great heights only to curl in on themselves and slam down back into the depths that had borne them.  The sky was in a similar state, except dark clouds took the place of ocean waters.  It was surprisingly calming to watch such a dangerous show of nature’s strength, but the rhythm of it all helped you relax.  That is, until the sky and sea began to change.
       You almost choked on your own tongue; the same cold that infected that man’s irises was leeking into the scenery.  You watched as it spread through the world like a stain seeps through cloth.  Before you made any decision or recognized your actions, you were out of the front door.
       Your run was inhibited by torrents of rain and blasts of wind but that was the last thing on your mind.  You needed to get to the docks to look into the water.  You didn't hear the hollow thuds of the balls of your feet pounding on the earth nor did you feel your joints rattle as the earth pounded back.  Surely you would feel it later; the icy air and wind was seeping through your muscles to scrape away at your bones until they became brittle.  When you reached your destination, you threw yourself  to your knees and peered over the egde of the slippery wood.  A hand hastily threw your sopping wet hair from your face, sending a gush of water down your forearm.  You looked.
       Little did you know that your display managed to stop all those working sailors in their tracks.  Who wouldn’t stop to watch a woman who was sprinting through a ferocious storm, clothed in nothing but a long nightgown sticking to her body (you didn’t even put on shoes!), as if the devil himself was at her heels?  They stood slack-jawwed as they watched you and questioned your mental stability.  At least one of them had the decency to approach you in a manor that didn’t insinuate that he expected you to turn around and begin clawing at his face.  He gently layed a hand on your shoulder.  A frown caught his face when he felt how cold you had become.
       “Miss?”
       When you reared around to look at him, your hair swung in a large halo and caught the man on the cheek with a soft slap before flopping down back to your body with a wet smack.  Later, you woud be greatful that he pretended it didn’t happen.  He opened his mouth to ask if you were okay, but someone else spoke first.
       “What’s the hold up?” a voice hollered from on deck.  It sounded very deep and very flat.
       You leaned to look over the gentleman’s shoulder and caught sight of the man from earlier that night.  In your quest to get closer to him, you nearly vaulted over the gentlaman, who had been concerned for your safety.  He and a few others held you back from the ship, now certain that you were a dangerous lunatic.  Trying to get yourself from their grips, you thrashed around violently.  They were having a lot of trouble with you, and the rain, which made your skin slick, was definitely not rooting for them.
       “Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!”  Your voice cracked with strain, while you called for them to release you.  The sounds struck through the air like the calls of a frightened animal.  “Please! His eyes!  I need to know what they are; they look different!”  
       A voice other than the man’s own called for them to release you.
       “You sure, Mathias?” one of your captors asked.
       “Of course!  She deserves an explanation, especially if it’s driven her this nuts,” he chuckled back.
       Even though your chest heaved to take in enough air, you jogged your way onto the boat.  You only began to gather your breathe once you were infront of the man and his friend.  Your eyes flowed over them as you waited to have enough oxygen to speak properly.  The man was shorter than his friend and he had very neat, almost white hair.  His face was delicate, though his expression likened him to rough stone.  You wondered how he could be so beautiful yet retain a masculine air around him.  His friend seemed as if he were made simply for the purpose of juxtoposition.  Sharp and distinctly rugged featured made up his face, causing him to be unquestionably handsome.  His hair was a spiky mess that somehow seemed deliberate.  You incorrectly wrote it off as the rain messing it up.  A final, steadying breath preceded your first question.
       “What are your eyes?”  He found your own eyes to be very, very wary and he felt sad that this was only your first encounter.
       “They are blue.”  He answers simply and as dully as one would talk when commenting on the history of grass.
       “What is blue? Why is blue on the sky and sea?  Where did it come from?”  You stepped clower to him.  He opened his mouth to speak before his friend nudged him.  Without even turning, he pulled sharply on the string securing the fur-rimmed cloak on his friend, effectly choking him.  A loud ghck left him and he squeaked something out to the man.  He seemed to agree with whatever it was, because the next thing he said was no longer an answer to your question.
       “Follow Mathias.”  He gave a short and sharp nod in his friends direction.  Immediately after, he moved to the men, who were setting off the ship, to speed up progress.  You turned to go after him, but Mathias gripped you elbow firmly.  He offered you an apologetic smile while he carefully pulled you to stand in front of him.  As a response, you gave him a questioning brow and lost eyes.  He tried to keep up the smile.