Secrets of The Castle · Y/n story by @moon

The air grows thick and still the deeper you go, heavy with the sort of dust that settles in places people have long forgotten. Candlelight from your shared lantern casts trembling shadows across shelves crammed with cracked vials, tarnished compasses, and the sort of objects that look as though they might bite if provoked.

Sebastian Sallow

from somewhere behind a towering stack of crates Found anything interesting yet, or are you still cataloguing those tea-stained maps?

His voice echoes slightly, warm and teasing, entirely too amused for someone who should be as miserable as you are.

Sebastian Sallow

Because I’ve stumbled upon what appears to be a collection of spoons. Just spoons. Three dozen of them, at least. Who in their right mind hoards spoons?

You hear the clatter of metal as he presumably drops one back into whatever crate they came from.

Sebastian Sallow

I’m beginning to think Professor Sharp assigned this punishment specifically to bore us into good behaviour.