Literature
Nothing Gold Can Stay [France x Reader]
She knows that the moment she sees the man walking through the door of the inn, nothing will ever be the same.
He wears a shabby cloak which looks like it has seen better days, with fraying seams at the bottom and a multitude of small holes speckled across the gray, thin fabric. His hair, a shaggy blond mass that reaches a stubbly chin, frames pale and dirtied cheeks. Bright blue eyes stare ahead impassively - eyes that, if she were to guess, once knew how to laugh - as he steps cautiously across the wooden floor like he fears being assaulted at any moment. The man heads straight for the counter where her father, the innkeeper, counts the da
