Rafe Sadler one shots

Library

I sat on my most favoured table, the thick wooden table in a small corner of the library that formed almost a bay window with the bench below it and the table in the centre. But I always found this to be my most favourite spot. From here, you could see practically all of the library. Various tall wooden shelves, all the doors sealed up and the books themselves chained to prevent removal from their places. The Library was dark as the night sky loomed just outside the lead-lined grille windows even if the glass was so caked in dust it made it difficult to see outside at all. But darkness always found its way inside. A few green and grey rugs protected the rigid floorboards the edges fraying and knotted from the many boots that walked upon them. Tables and chairs peppered around the room in all the little places people liked to sit. Barely a sound found its way to the library as the thick stone walls prevented the sound entry even if there was little sound to begin, as we were a good mile from the nearest village and travellers down the road were rare even in the daylight hours. So silence lingered in the library and even if there was no reason to you felt somewhat afraid to disturb it almost as if the silence would itself shh you for such a crime as to interrupt it. So I did my best not to. My candle sat in its metal holder on the table the only light in the library at all It flickered and danced in the stream of my breath and the occasional draft that found its way under the windows and doors. My quill against my page copying details from the book in front of me onto parchment I had been at this for hours and frankly I'd be here hours more before it was finished. But speeding up would only make my writing worse and therefore need it to be redone so I would only really be hurting myself.

I perked up as I heard a sound I glanced at the wooden door and saw the small black cat with white ears and spots clamber in through the makeshift cat flap, the hole was perfectly sized for the cat as the hole had been made for years of the cat scratching for the door to be opened for her until the hole became big enough for the cat to sneak though and ever since had become her main way in and out of the library. She sauntered over one with the darkness around her past the shelves of books over the rugs and floorboards before leaping up onto my table and sitting beside my candle in that classic queen cat posture, the sort of pose you see in Egyptian figurines, her long well-brushed tail laying down beside her leg gracefully. She meowed and I smiled "Hello Luna" but I returned to my work She seemed happy to supervise as she often did merely watched over me as I worked. "I don't have anything for you, so there's no point in you staying here" I explained but no response came as usual "I'm not coming to bed just go without me," I told her She meowed and jumped from the table scampering away back through the hole in the door. I chuckled but continued with my work until another sound made me perk up the sound of soft footsteps down the long corridor The steps on wood echoed by low stone getting louder and closer with every step. Luna jumped through her hole again light coming in with her returning to the table almost smugly as the door to the library opened to y/n in her small slipper-like shoes with ribbons wound up her legs, a skirt of green that stopped inches above her ankle allowing her to see her feet made of a slightly rough fabric with embroidery of moons, stars and other such celestial imagery in silver thread around the bottom hem. A grey shirt that hung off her shoulders with a green underbust vest style green corset laced up with the same grey ribbons that wrapped her legs, a small off-white apron around her waist with two patch pockets one with a silver moon and the other a silver sun. Her coal-coloured hair was up in a traven girl or milkmaid braid with another silver and green ribbon inside it, A candlestick in hand with a candle burning bright and unfortunately a grim unhappy look across her face.

"What are you still doing up?" she asks expectantly

"You ratted me out?" I sighed glaring at Luna "Tattletail"

"Need I repeat myself?" she glared

"I'm just trying to get this coping done"

"Rafe you've been at it for hours, it's not going to be finished in one night get yourself to bed"

"Just a little-"

"Get yourself to bed. Now. or no tea and toast in the morning" she threatened

"Yes dear" I chuckled I put a marker in my book and packed away my writing set but left it on the table so I could return in the morning after breakfast taking my candle with me which caused Luna to jump from the table and head away down the corridor towards the house I went over with a smile and gave her a pouty face which she merely glared at but allowed me to give her lips a soft kiss

"Go on then before I kick you down," she says

"Yes y/n" I laughed heading down the corridor She shut the door behind her and followed me along the cold dark corridor until it opened up to the warm cosy colours in the flicking firelight, the shutters on the windows tight with the curtains drawn everything having a sweet warmness and cosiness as our house always did.