#angelund

[thedangelos]

I'm miles from where you are I lay down on the cold ground And I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms

[lyrebrd]

Talk revisited | Nils & Lyla

[Before leaving the DADA class, Nils sent a texted to Lyla, asking her if she could meet him so they could talk and in Nils case, apologize for the confusion and for running away.

He leaned on the wall near the broomstick closet where he said he would be, trying to think of how he was going to say what he needed. First: apology, second: explain you thought she meant dinner with her dad before, third: ...try not to combust and tell her you like her.

It had only been a minute since he last checked his phone to see if she had changed her mind, waiting for the text saying she wouldn't be coming. It was the third time he checked when he saw her coming from the other corridor.

He offered a forced smile and met her halfway. He considered hugging her but he wasn't sure if it would be welcome.]

Hey you. Thanks for coming, I was- I thought you might change your mind. How are you doing? Anything new happened lately? [He added to fill the awkwardness, feeling like it would be weird to just jump to an apology.] 

[lyrebrd]

Two Days Left | Nils & Lyla

[Lyla would likely appear soon but with the way things happened these past days, Nils has gotten very behind on sorting his belongings to decide what he'll take with him to Sweden and what stays. 

The only reason he just doesn't leave it all behind is because he's incapable of not doing things properly like this. So that's how his apartment got messy, with boxes everywhere and the sun was starting to go down without him even noticing.

He was still on the floor, folding clothes when he heard a knock and then Lyla came in. His reaction as it has been for the past week whenever he got to see her again was to break into a smile and reach for her touch, usually in form of a kiss.

Today though, as the tape rolled away after he stood up to greet her he was hit with the image she must be seeing. Nils preparing to move to Sweden.]

Hey you! [He still says it anyway but he knows that unlike a few other times, they won't go straight into each other as if being apart for those hours were enough to make them forget the sensation.] 

Ly... I think we should talk. About Saturday and... After that.

[thedangelos]

to have and to hold | lyla ➢ nils (canon)

Lyla was blinded. 

By the sunlight in Nils’s hair, brightening his eyes, brushing his skin. By how his shoulders filled his suit and his bow tie had become just a little crooked. He was perfect this way and she felt her ears warm from the sheer crush she had on her soon-to-be-husband. 

She only turned away from him to the sound of her name, still smiling as she faced Milo Ëklund, uncle on most days but beloved officiant today. 

Lyla nodded to him as he prompted her to speak her piece but turned right back to the man in front of her after. 

“I’d say I was the luckiest girl in the world to be standing here with you right now,” she began, chin tipped up so she could look into Nils’s eyes. “But luck had nothing to do with how we got here.”

“The truth is we chose each other and we did everything we could to stay by each other’s sides after that. We chose each other over and over and over and over.”

Lyla paused for a moment, just as she had rehearsed it in front of the mirror and to Nils’s very best man time and time again. 

She took a breath. “And today I choose you again. I choose you to be my partner in life, in love, in mischief, in the saddest times and the happiest times. I choose you to be with me on the days we have to make hard choices and the ones where all the pieces of our puzzle just fall together.”

“I choose you and our family and the life we’re going to have together.” Lyla brought a hand to his cheek, her head tilting slightly to the side in affection. 

“Nils,” her voice was breathless as she said his name, “you are so loved. And I choose, right here and right now, to remind you of that every single day for the rest of our lives.”

Though she neared the conclusion, Lyla wished she could keep going simply to see him continue smiling so. Her grin blossomed into a soft chuckle, “Deal?”