LinaTheDivine

Jacob Frye x Reader You posted yourself on the northern side of Southwark and waited with vigilant anticipation. The sun had set long ago, taking with it what little heat it had bothered to provide on the cloudy afternoon. A sea of endless gray covered the skies, blocking out any signs of a moon and stars. The air smelled of musky smog and damp earth, a bitter note that clung to your senses. You had been sitting in the cold for what felt like an eternity, the autumn air settling down into the center of your bones. Autumn was a strangely beautiful season, making death look like an art, bursting the landscape in orange and red hues. You listen