Photography (Iceland x Shyish!Reader)

Photography
Iceland x Shyish!Reader





Awe.

All you could do was stare in awe at the multitude of breathtaking photographies from the website you had just discovered. Every shot seemed perfectly timed, perfectly framed as the lighting made you feel like you were right there, right in the picture.

Nature, people, inanimate objects, buildings.... The list of subjects was ongoing, seemingly never-ending. Curious to know who owned such skills, you wandered onto the site's main page. Skimming it, trying hard not to be distracted by the many more shots --many of which you told yourself you'd look at at a more proper time-- but you couldn't find anything.

No name.....
So that person preferred anonymity.

You didn't get it. Wouldn't you want to be recognized? Wouldn't you want people to call you by your name, given how many gave you input on your masterpieces?

You would, that's for sure.... Or maybe it was just the curious young girl that you were that wanted to know who was behind the lens, who's eyes saw in person the magnificent sights and who's mind noticed what others didn't.

Whoever his or her name was, you would be content by just admiring their work. You were too shy to write a comment, which was called a review in that site, but you did bookmark the page. You were planning on taking notes for your own aspiring photography skills.

Yes, you are an aspiring photographer. Surprised?
I sure hope not, you've always been that way....

Glancing at the upper right corner of your laptop's screen, you gasped at how late it had become. You needed to wake up early for school the following day.


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It had been a few years ever since you had stumbled upon that photographer's page, and each day they grew in popularity. You were genuinely happy for whoever it was because they most definitely deserved it.

When you had discovered it, you were just starting high school. Now, you were far along in college, and that passion you held for the lensed tool had only grown as well. You took pictures for your own fun, keeping them in various folders on your beloved laptop.

Actually, you shared that passion with one of your good friends, Emil. He attended the same college as you, and he brought his camera along with him practically everywhere he went. His oddly-coloured lilac eyes had first struck in you a chord of curiosity, since you were sure it wasn't a valid eye colour.

He had assured you it was his natural colour, so was his silvery hair. You would have thought he was an albino if you didn't know that they could only have red eyes; their irises were transparent so you could actually see the multitude of tiny blood vessels.

That's why you can have red eyes in pictures, but I'm sure you already knew that.

Luckily for you, your own camera had a built-in red eye corrector, so you didn't care for them anymore. Anyways, let's get back to your story.

The two of you often exchanged tips, and your skills had greatly improved because of him. He really took amazing shots, and he even took some just for you sometimes. Despite you usual shyness, you two were pretty close. For some reason, you really felt like you could be yourself around him.

Some reason? You're lying to yourself.
You know why, lover girl.

You were now looking through the few new pictures your idol, the mystery guy, had posted on a community website called 'deviantART'. You had read a comment telling him about that site, that more people would get to see his art and that he'd get more ways to know they liked his shots.

Noticed I said 'his' and 'guy'? It said on his dA page 'male' so you could tell that much. You had made an account yourself just to watch him, to tell him he had your support through your favourites because you couldn't bring yourself to comment. What would you even tell him?

He had kept the same username, 'Lakkrís-Ljósmynd', which still held mystery for you but you didn't care at that point.... You didn't even know what language it was from! You figured it must be.... Well, whatever it was, it really didn't sound like a name.....

You had watched a few other people too, but you were still mostly there to see his pieces.

Leaning back on your chair, you stretched like a cat as you glanced at the time. It was just around noon, on a week end, and you weren't really hungry.... You decided to take a small stroll in a nearby park. You made sure to bring your wallet with you, just in case you got hungry on the way. You also grabbed your messenger bag, which served you as a school bag so you could study a little; you had little tests coming up.

Yeah, you were that bored.

On the way out, you also brought your camera with you in case a good subject would come your way. You really didn't want to count how many times you had wished you had brought it with you.....

Once you arrived where you wanted to rest, you plopped down in front of a tree and rested your back against it. A few wild flowers were growing near its trunk's base, and only a few spots of sunlight could pierce thought the thick green leaves. You got one of your textbooks out and started studying.

After what seemed like an hour or so, you had read through all the notes and the pages you needed to study twice. You figured it was enough, not to mention you were still bored and, truth he told, getting a bit peckish.

You walked to a local café, a cute and quaint little place that served your favourite hot drink to perfection. Once you ordered and were waiting to get it, you spotted a very familiar shade of platinum blonde hair. Drink and relatively healthy pastry in hand, you thanked the cashier as you headed towards Emil's table. He was fiddling with his high-powered camera.

"Hey, Emil" you greeted him with a smile, as you stood in front of his table.

"Oh, um, H-Hei, [Name]" he replied, suddenly turning his jewel off as his soft lilac gaze met yours. You could tell you startled him, which made you force to suppress a giggle.

"Sorry about that... Can I sit?" you asked, pointing the chair in front of you with your pinky. You cheeks gained a little colour as you did, a bit more while you took the seat he had granted you. "Did you take new pictures?" you innocently asked, trying to ease the slightly awkward at atmosphere between the two of you.

He frowned for a second, as if he was thinking about what he was about to say. "Nei, not really... Ég um... I'm deleting bad ones, you see." he replied, as his head turned to the side to conceal the rosy tint his cheeks fashioned. His Icelandic accent showed more than usual too.

"You? Taking bad pictures?" you teased with a smile.

"We all do sometimes....." you heard him mumble as his head dropped a little, his bang covering his face from your gaze.

"Well I'd love to see your new ones once you're done editing them, okay?" you told him, thinking that he looked so adorable when he was flustered. You understood what your mother used to tell you when she managed to teasingly embarrass you, which had actually been often.

The Icelander nodded, and risked his gaze back to yours. He seemed to have gotten his cool back. You figured that you must had really caught him off guard this time.... It was rare for him to actually be that flustered in a few mere minutes. What was he hiding in that camera of his?

That's when an idea shot through your mind, but your confidence suddenly dropped, so you were too sacred to ask him about it. You actually thought that, since you had your camera with you, you could maybe go take pictures together. You jut stayed silent as you sipped your drink, head low.

You risked back your gaze to his, and you noticed that he was eying your messenger bag. Once he noticed you were looking at him, he cleared his throat.

"I didn't know you needed so much stuff in a purse..." he lowly blurted out for himself, making you chuckle. His cheeks grew dusted pink. "H-Hvað?"

"It's a messenger bag, dummy~" you answered. "I've got school notes and my camera in there"

He blinked once, before a small smile stretched across his lips. "You know those little lessons I give you?" he then asked you, knowing full well that you knew where he was going with this.

You just shyly nodded, answering the implied question. "That would really be sweet, Em!"


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'The angle is absolutely well-chosen, the way her whole attention seems to be directed to a single focal point off-camera gives off this... unnameable effect.'

You were walking through the busy streets, heading to one place in particular. You needed to know. No, you needed to make sure.

No, those two are wrong.
You needed to say something.

'The sun's lighting, the comfortable, yet graceful position she finds herself in against the tree and the flora background only emphasizes the 'natural' element that this piece radiates.

You had one of Lakkrís' latest piece's critiques echoing throughout your mind. No matter how many times you looked at it, no matter how many times you had read it over and over again, you still couldn't believe it.

'She seems both happy and sad at the same time...'

Yes, you were shy, but not that much. You didn't comment on the web, contenting yourself with favouriting or replying once in a while to 'thanks for the fave' and what not, but you weren't one to comment, no.

Yes, you also kept to yourself, but it was more because you didn't know very well how to interact with people sometimes. You refrained from making a fool out of yourself.

'It's hard to decipher, making the eye wander about her and not leaving a single aspect behind, trying to find hints of her true feelings.'

The park to which you had set as your goal was now in your view. It was the place you knew he would be. It all clicked together now, and you couldn't believe you hadn't made the link until now.

They had both the same style, the same eye and the same tastes. Even if their pictures weren't the same, they were really similar. Too similar.

'This is a truly magnificent shot'.

A paper copy of the shot in question as proof, you ran to the garden section of the park. The summer sun beating down on your skin and the warm heat perfectly comfortable, your heartbeat accelerated with each hurried step.

You knew your endurance wasn't what was making it so, too.

Once you spotted that shade of snow white hair you loved so much, you froze. What would you say? What would you do?

He didn't notice your presence, since he was busy with taking a picture of a bumblebee crawling on a bluebell flower. The corner of your lips curled upwards and you now knew what you would do; just tell him.



'I've been debating if I should post this photo or not, and I finally decided that I would. She's a good friend of mine, well, I consider her as my best friend.

'I only wish I had the guts to tell her how I feel....'