𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘈𝘤𝘵 ; miles fairchild x reader

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙒𝙊 (𝘔.𝘍)

A pale finger had been traced over the peeling wallpaper of a hallway, which had been swallowed whole in darkness. This finger had no layer of varnish on it, only small cuts on the cuticles and alongside the side of the nail itself. This finger had reached to a halt once the padding of its fingertip hit a sharp corner, which had been revealed as the framing to a family photo, which had not seemed too long ago.

A low chuckle had emerged from the figure, tracing their finger over the people who had been photographed.

On the far left had been an ageing male, with a short, stubble-like beard covering his chin with his arm around a female, who had not looked too much younger than the other. Both had been grinning from ear to ear, a fresh coat of wine-coloured lipstick had covered the lips of the female whereas contrary, the male had some visible parts on his lips that had seemed to be chapped, begging for the slightest ounce of hydration.

In the middle of the photo had been a young girl, grinning widely, showing off two missing teeth while holding tightly to a gift, half torn off wrapping paper had remained on it. The girl had long, flowing black hair, reaching down her spine to waist-level. Her hair had been decorated in clips and bows alike, as though she had done her own hair in the dark.

Yet, the person on the far left had stood out to the figure, a sigh escaping their parted lips as the finger had reached the male's face. "Christ." The figure had muttered out, a mere huff escaping their nostrils as a chuckle dared to escape from their lips. "Smile less." The figure muttered out once more, looking into the brown eyes of the boy, which was himself many years ago.

He had been sat close to the girl, a wide smile on his features as his brown eyes contained joy and glee. His curls had been kept neat, contrasting to now, which had been a set of messy, overgrown curls, covering his eyes completely. He had worn a grey and green striped jumper, which had looked baggy on his frail figure.

"Miles!" A voice had been heard loudly behind him, causing him to escape from the trance of the photo and freeze up as he turned his head towards the user with a scratchy voice. "Ma'am." The boy had coldly responded, looking the old woman up and down as he awaited her to make a move.

The boy's brown eyes had now been mere slints, his raven-coloured eyebrows furrowed as he had dragged his tongue across the bottom of his lip; awaiting a response.

"Miles." The lady had repeated, folding her arms across her chest which had been covered with a nightgown and a house-coat. "I am glad you are home." She had spat sternly, attempting to cover up her care with a false layer of fury. "Though we need to talk about.. it." The old lady had added, causing the pale boy to sigh loudly at the words with an added eye roll. "Ma'am I told you, he was..-"

"Not now, Miles. Go get some rest, sweetheart." Despite earning a groan from the younger, a sneer of disgust now embedded on his features, the lady had approached him quickly, pulling the boy into her chest so that his face had now been squished between her cleavage accidentally; and, planting a kiss on his tightly woven curls.

"I want to see the maid and governess first." He had mumbled, a short sigh pushing past his sharp teeth, due to the fact that his mouth had barely any room to move. The boy's face had been tinted a light pink due to this; especially on the tips of both his ears and his long, sharp nose.