#nasselle

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made nassor & ivelle in tomodachi life . little cuties .

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🕸🪦⠀𝓝𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 . ˎˊ˗

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he's really trying his best .

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𝒯emperature of 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ; 𝒩assor & 𝐼velle ❄️

𝒮now fell in slow , deliberate spirals — as though the sky were carefully unseaming itself .

the town lay hushed beneath it , rooftops softened into white silhouettes , iron fences crowned with frost like the ribs of sleeping beasts . the air carried that peculiar stillness unique to winter nights — the kind that makes every breath visible , every heartbeat feel louder than it should .

nassor had not intended to walk this way .

he had told himself he preferred solitude in the cold . that the quiet suited him . that it was easier to exist when the world was muffled .

& yet , when he saw ivelle standing at the edge of the nearly frozen fountain in the square — face tilted upward , snow collecting in her lashes — he found his feet betraying his carefully constructed isolation .

she looked almost ethereal beneath the amber glow of the streetlamp . snow settled in her dark hair without melting , as though reluctant to disturb her . her gloved hands were clasped close to her chest , not out of discomfort , but as if she were holding something fragile inside herself .

she did not notice him at first .

nassor lingered a few steps away , uncertain .

the fountain behind her was rimmed in ice , its stone angels locked in a crystalline stillness . the world felt staged , theatrical — like something from one of those old dark fairy tales that end either in devotion or devastation .

" it is inadvisable to remain motionless in such freezing temperatures , " he said at last , his voice low , careful .

ivelle startled , just slightly , before turning toward him .

there was no irritation in her expression . only that soft , almost startled relief she sometimes wore when she realized she was not alone .

" i am not motionless , " she replied gently . " i am … listening . "

nassor stepped closer despite himself . " to what ? "

" the snow , " she said , as though the answer were obvious .

he almost corrected her . almost pointed out the absurdity .

but then he stood beside her — close enough that he could feel the faint warmth radiating through her coat — & he listened .

& there it was .

not a sound , exactly . more like the absence of one . the way the falling snow swallowed the city’s sharper edges . the way it made even harsh things seem forgivable .

" i suppose , " he murmured , " it does have a … certain acoustic quality . "

she smiled faintly at that .

the wind shifted , sudden & sharp , cutting through the square . ivelle shivered before she could stop herself . it was subtle — but nassor noticed everything about her , whether he meant to or not .

without ceremony , he stepped closer . not touching . not yet . but near enough that their sleeves brushed . the contact was accidental — technically . it lingered .

snow gathered along the shoulders of his coat . a single flake caught in her lashes again , & this time he reached out before thinking.

his gloved thumb hovered near her face , hesitating in midair like a question he did not know how to ask .

" you have — " he began , then faltered .

she looked at him , eyes wide & unguarded .

he swallowed . " — snow . " it was a foolish statement . obvious . insufficient .

still , he brushed the flake away .

even through layers of wool & leather , the gesture felt intimate . deliberate .

ivelle did not move . her breath clouded between them , mingling with his in the cold . for a moment , the space felt charged — fragile as spun glass .

" you are cold , " she said softly , noticing the way his fingers lingered in the air a heartbeat too long .

" i am fine . "

she tilted her head slightly . " you are lying . "

he exhaled , the faintest ghost of a laugh escaping him . " perhaps . "

another gust of wind swept across the square , fiercer this time . instinctively , ivelle stepped closer — not out of calculation , but reflex . her shoulder pressed lightly against his chest .

the world seemed to still .

nassor’s breath caught , sharp & quiet .

he could feel the outline of her through layers of fabric — the warmth of her , the tremor of her breathing . every nerve in him felt abruptly aware , as though the cold had burned sensation into his bones .

he hesitated only a second before lifting his arm .

it hovered awkwardly around her shoulders , uncertain , almost mechanical — as though he were assembling the idea of an embrace rather than committing to one .

" this is purely thermodynamic , " he muttered . " heat retention . "

ivelle’s lips curved , small & knowing . " of course . "

she did not point out that he had drawn her fully against him now . that his hand rested carefully at her upper arm . that his thumb moved — barely — as if reassuring himself she was real .

snow continued to fall , softer now . the fountain , the square , the distant rooftops — all blurred into a pale dreamscape . the only sharp thing left was the closeness between them .

after a long silence , she spoke again .

" if the snow keeps everything so quiet , " she said , almost shyly , " does that mean we are allowed to say things we are usually too loud to admit ? "

his heart betrayed him with a heavy , audible thud . " that depends , " he replied carefully , voice lower than before . " on what it is you intend to admit . "

she did not answer immediately . instead , she leaned just slightly into him . & that , somehow , was louder than any confession .

nassor tightened his arm around her , almost imperceptibly . protective . possessive in the gentlest , most reverent way .

above them , the snow fell without judgment . below them , their footprints began to merge into a single, indistinguishable path .

he hesitated only a heartbeat before stepping back & sliding his hands lower , cupping hers with deliberate care . the fingerless gloves did nothing to stop the cold , & nassor’s palms were a sudden , urgent heat against her exposed skin . he held them there , letting the warmth seep through the wool , through the leather , through the careful distance she normally maintained .

" you should not wear these , " he murmured , voice low & rough , almost lost to the soft hiss of snow . his thumbs traced the backs of her hands in slow circles , an imperceptible scold hidden beneath the motion . " they are useless against this cold . do you not care for yourself ? "

" i — " she began , but he pressed a thumb lightly against her knuckles , cutting her off without cruelty . the gesture was firm, protective , insistently intimate .

" i do not permit you to suffer from foolishness , " he said , a hint of amusement curling through his sternness . " not when I am here to prevent it . "

she let out a small laugh , breathless & sharp in the icy air , but did not pull away . instead she tilted her hands , letting him mold them into his warmth , letting him take care of something so small yet so utterly hers .

the snow swirled around them in soft spirals , & nassor’s gaze dropped to her face, lingering , sharp , magnetic . " your fingers , " he said , more to himself than to her , " are too delicate to be lost to winter’s cruelty . "

ivelle’s eyes softened . " then … keep them safe . " she whispered , & there was a trust in that word , fragile & dangerous .

nassor’s lips twitched into the faintest smile , though his hands never faltered . he pressed their warmth together more insistently , & she felt the heat of him , of his certainty , of something protective & insistent all at once. " i will , " he said , voice low , a promise & a claim . " as long as you allow me . "

the wind picked up again , a cold insistence around them , but inside that intimate circle of warmth , they were untouchable . her hands rested fully in his now , pliant & small against him , & he held them as though by doing so , he could guard her from the frost & from every sharp thing the world might throw .

& when her lips curved upward , faint & knowing , nassor allowed himself a small , secret victory . the snow fell , oblivious , but here in the square , between one heartbeat & the next, warmth . both of body & of something far deeper was theirs .

i was inspired to write this after what i posted last night !! excuse any spelling , punctuation errors or if something is worded oddly , english is not my first language . i wanted to write nassor in my own way , having him speak more formal / old fashioned . i hope you guys liked it ! <33

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everytime I see this video or hear the song , I think of ivelle & nassor . them dancing like this together ? ough ough . I also think they would both enjoy malice mizer very much .