England x Reader - MiragesMore Like This
“And just how many secrets a woman’s heart carries? ” – Sinônimos, Zé Ramalho
Hollowing as an unending, desperate cry, the wind ominously screamed through the night, sounding almost human in its agony. There, in that poorly light road, banshees and fay seemed to lurk in every nook. The old tales told under the breath of old nannies seemed to watch the scene from afar, dancing songs long forgotten under the trees’ shadows.
Arthur sunk inside his coat, in a useless attempt to block the cold airstream and the first few drops of the upcoming storm, which announced itself in the skies. Gray, black and blue mixed together in the heavy and tall clouds in an oppressive manner. He straightened his lapels, trying to protect his neck, jumping at the temperature of his own fingers when they brushed onto his skin. The action scared his horse, which stopped unexpectedly and refused to move forward, making the man nearly fall off his saddle.