Whispers (Scotland x Reader)Whispers of snow trace her (s/c) skin that is meshed with (h/c) locks that sit elegantly under a heavy winter hat. She is shivering as her arms wrap about Allistor Kirkland with a careful grace that causes the said man to shudder at. The Scott's head of fire is turning to ash with the white flakes that sprinkle over him.More Like This
A passer-by on the street gives softly spoken, "Aww," at the thought that the two are a couple when they are the closest thing to. (Y/n) gives the woman a wide-eyed stare to attempt to state that, in fact, they are not quite yet a couple.
"Lass, ya passed my house.." Allistor is laughing now and it is resonating around them, tangling itself into the trees and fading away with the shushing gasps of wind. He only stops when he notices that (y/n) is not laughing and her (e/c) eyes are downcast in embarrassment.
"Sorry," her breath is whispering with the snow as she turns back to head in the right direction.
The Scotsman frowns with a distaste so heavy that is felt