Icebreaker / Nathanstassie Headers. Please Like Or Reblog If You Save.

icebreaker / nathanstassie headers. please like or reblog if you save.

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

I’m only one small step away from posting this fic. The step? Write it.

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Okay, So I really need to work more on the chapter i'm supposed to be getting out, but the inspiration to work and flush out more of the love confession chapter has really been kicking my butt. So here's some more of it flushed out:

"You would have left behind everything you knew. Your home, your friends, your family, for us." She hadn’t asked the question, but it hung unmistakably heavy in the air. Sage eyes, deep with wonder, with tears, begging to pool at the edges. 

Why choose that over a normal life?

He didn’t know if he could ever express how much she truly meant to him, how much she had irrevocably changed his life. Not only had he found a best friend and someone he cared deeply for, but through her, he also gained a family in the others.

And then, in an instant, it was all gone when Gretta and the rest of her family went through the scrying pool. The world forgot about them ever being there and continued around him. He was surrounded by other classmates and friends, but making his way through school and places around Woodside, all he found was a loneliness he never knew existed.

When he thought of the house they were in now being completely empty, he realized what that void in his chest he’d felt in Woodside High’s maintenance room really was. Because of them, his heart experienced so much and had become so full. And when they were gone, a part of that heart had broken away and disappeared with them.

There were no more magic spells, adventures, or even guy club meetings. There were no more opportunities for his romantic hopes with Gretta, to share a first real kiss, or to tell her the three words he wanted to until it was already too late. 

After feeling that loss, that heartbreak, that ache — he never wanted to go through that again. Not when she was brought back to him by some miracle, by fate, or both. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but how could anyone possibly understand what a distance of a thousand years could do?

"The only reason I needed was you.” He moved Gretta’s hand where he could put his hand in hers. “I didn’t care that it would’ve been before the champion spell. You already had me til’ the end.” His fingers glided between hers to interlock their fingers, caressing her hand with his thumb. “I knew what I was signing up for, whether that meant breaking the champion spell again, making up a crazy plan to stop some enemy of yours, or deciding what memories I kept. Whatever happened, I would’ve chosen you.” He gave out a heavy breath before his eyes met hers again. “I'm always going to choose you, Gretta." Leaning forward, he closed his eyes, pressing his forehead gently against hers. His heart quickened at the next three words to escape. "I love you." It was spoken closer to a whisper but the three words echoed in his chest, like Dwight had shouted them from a mountain top with his arms outstretched.

Time seemed to stand still, and so did Dwight. All it took was for his heart to momentarily take control and the words went out of him into the ether like someone had given him a truthberry. He felt her fingers pull while tangled with his, causing nothing but panic to start sinking in. Suddenly, her hand sat warmly against his cheek. The sensation was electric, grounding him in the moment moving in slow motion. Their breaths intermingled and their noses tenderly brushed against each other before their lips met, soft and tentative. A slow drag of kisses, savoring every tick of the large grandfather clock in the entranceway, unhurried and unapologetic. Small caresses with Gretta’s hand made their way down his neck and shoulder, finding harbor against his chest. He held her hand there, hoping she understood just how much his heart beat for her. She didn’t need to say it back, not this time. It was enough to ease the heavy weight in his chest every time he stopped himself thinking it was too soon, too fast. When they parted, Dwight opened his eyes and found a gentle warmth in the sparkling depths of hers. Her cheeks held a delicate blush, and a smile played upon her lips.

"Would you… like to see my chamber?" 

Dwight’s eyes widened and blinked, taken aback at the invitation. He quickly recovered with a quirked-up smile and nodded. “Sure, lead the way.” Her smile widened and instantly she was up on her feet, taking his hand to pull him up the stairs. 

“Gretta, are you sure this is okay?” Dwight asked looking around the upstairs hallway as they stood in front of the Princess’s closed bedroom door. 

“With all the times I have been in yours, I know I can trust you enough to allow you in mine, Sir Dwight.”

“I know. What I mean is, this isn’t breaking any rules, right? I don’t want Baldric and Hexala coming in and turning me into some vegetable.”

“If it’s any consolation, I believe you would look rather charming as a parsnip.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” he asked bemused, as her door was opened and he was pulled into her room by the collar of his shirt.

who cares if i want to mentally live in my daydream universe while i physically rot away. that's my business