Green Ribbon
Staring - Miles Fairchild X Reader Rating - 15 Reading Time - 6 min 50 sec (887)
Miles had gone out riding, since the house had been feeling far too stuffy for his liking. He rode around the estate without much purpose for a while, but as a storm began to roll in, he headed back for the house. Only to spot the front gates being closed behind a familiar car. He took the time to stop, just out of sight, watching as Kate’s car headed down the track.
He quickly returned his horse to the stables and stomped into the house in his riding boots. Heading around the longer way so he could appear at the top of the stairwell, to look down on Kate and her young guest.
It was a girl, she seemed Miles’ age, she wore ankle-high brown leather boots laced up tightly, the hint of flesh-toned tights just above them, she wore a knee-length green skirt with stiff pleats hanging down from her waist, she had a cream button-down blouse with wrist-length sleeves, with a silver locket hanging down from the collar. She had freckles across her skin, long bouncy ringlets of hair, half of which was pushed up with a green ribbon bow that perfectly matched her skirt. And finally, she wore a large square pair of faux tortoise shell glasses, freckled and speckled with cream and brown. She slipped off her large brown raincoat, hanging it over her forearm as she looked around the house’s entry hall.
She met eyes with Miles and didn’t for a moment have a flicker of fear or anxiety; she simply smiled and carried on listening to Kate.
He kept quiet and sheltered by the shadows as she climbed the stairs at Kate’s side, watching her almost move in slow motion. He inhaled deeply, savouring her oak wood scent, and he watched as her hair bounced with each step up the stairwell. He noticed her ribbon slipping through her hair with each bounce, before tumbling to the stone floor silently and unnoticed by either her or Kate.
As he watched the two disappear up the stairs, Miles grabbed the green ribbon and shoved it into his pocket, hurrying away to his room before she’d notice what he’d stolen.
Miles stood silently, watching from the darkness of the hallway. It was late, and no moon, so the house was dark and quiet, with most everyone in bed. He watched as Y/n moved quietly around the kitchen, his hand in his pocket, his fingers rubbing the soft green ribbon between his fingers with a dark, smug smile across his lips. He knew she was looking for the ribbon; she had been for days now, but he kept his lips sealed.
“Oh! Hello Miles.” She gasped as she caught his eye,
“Hello, Y/n,” he growled softly,
“Did you want something?”
“No, just can’t sleep.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Perhaps some water might clear both our minds.”
“I won’t say no,” He nodded, “What is bothering you, Y/n?”
“Nothing worth bothering you with,” She smiled as she made with both cool glasses of water,
“But indulge me nonetheless.”
“I can’t seem to find my favourite bow, my little green ribbon bow. It’s baffling, I know I had it the day I arrived.”
“That is strange, but this is a big house. I’m sure it’ll turn up soon, Darling.”
“Thank you, Miles.”
“Goodnight, Y/n,” He nodded, taking his glass, allowing his callus hands to brush her own soft ones before heading out of the kitchen, back to his bedroom, keeping the ribbon tight between his fingers.
Miles sat on his bed inside his room, strumming mindlessly on his blue guitar. All while keeping Y/n’s green ribbon between his teeth, so little of her scent still existed on it, but he so desperately wanted to savour every single drop that still remained. He hummed softly in pleasure at the softness against his lips. But as he heard the door open and the trade mark patter of Y/n’s boots, he pulled the ribbon from his lips and shoved it into his lap.
“Miles?” Y/n called,
“Yes, Y/n?”
“Kate is taking Flora for another crack at clearing out the greenhouse. Would you like to come along?”
“No, thank you, I have more than enough to be getting in with, without aged Ivy and rotten roses.”
“Fair enough, good day.” She nodded as she turned on her heel and went to leave,
“But-”
“Yes, Miles?”
“But do you have a great desire for gardening?”
“… not particularly, admittedly.”
“Why don’t you just stay here with me?”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“I never mind your company, Darling.” he smugly smiled, “Come on, sit. We can play a song together.”
“I’m afraid I lack your skills in such things; I couldn’t even master the recorder.” She said as she sat down in the chair beside his bed,
“I am sure your voice will be heavenly enough,”
“So long as you promise not to be angry when I crack your windows,” she giggled, pushing her hair from her eyes.
“Maybe this will help you feel better.” He smiled, finally offering her back the green ribbon bow,
“Huu!” She gasped, “Where did you find it?!”
“I have my ways,” he cooed, “Here, let me do it.” he smiled as he ran his hands over the ribbon, pulling back her hair and putting it up in a ponytail with the green ribbon in a perfect bow, “There… beautiful darling.”
“Thank you, Miles.”
“You’re very welcome, Y/n.”
