↳ (miles fairchild x y/n!)
❝no dawn. no day. i'm always in this twilight.
in the shadow, of your heart. ❞
one starved for emotion, the other starved for touch.
☾
discontinued (spoiler, i'm grown up...
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it was late morning when Y/N started to stir besides miles, the warm sunlight falling into the window and casting a streak across the room. she moved around a little, nuzzling her head further into miles chest and letting out a quiet hum. he held her waist closer to him, pressing fluttery kisses on her forehead. for a second, probably longer than he'd ever admit, he let his gaze linger for second, admiring her. her long eyelashes, the way she looked so peaceful, her hair all fanned out on his chest and her blush lips in a slight pout.
theres a girl, and she's heaven in hiding, an angel from hell, a grotesque discovery with a gruesome ending. miles is quite aware of all this and more. though, he cannot seem to be rid of the bewitchment she has cast upon him by simply pouting her lips and fluttering her eyelashes.
she twitched her body all of sudden, her eyes opening and her body shooting up.
"shit! what time is it?"
miles groggily turned to look at the alarm clock on her nightstand.
" ten thirty why-" miles croaked, rubbing his eyes.
" oh god, I was supposed to make breakfast, clean the kitchen, do the laundry-"
Y/N was cut off by her bedroom door opening, her heart jumping into to her throat as she quickly checked her lower half was covered.
mrs grose entered her room looking a lot better than she had the other day, her skirts flouncy and a tray in the other hand, loaded with toast and jam.
"good morning Y/N. I suspected you would tired after taking over so many jobs this week. I thought you deserved breakfast in bed." she raised her eyebrow at miles who was lying next to Y/N, his arm still casually around her waist, "and it looks like miles will also be having his share of some too."
Y/N let out a relieved sigh, smiling.
" thank you so much. i'm glad you're feeling better."
Y/N took the tray from mrs grose and placed it on her lap, miles instantly leaning over her to smear some jam on a slice of toast. mrs grose smiled once again at Y/N, the two not surprised at miles' behaviour, before leaving the room.
