Sebastian Sallow and Noelle Ellis just can't understand each other's feelings.
sebastian sallow x OC
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Published: February 2023.
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Chapter 2: Hope
"Signs, any signs I'm alive still."
Third Person Perspective
Sebastian Sallow's head laid low. It hadn't even been two hours. Not even two hours and he was dreading it. His body weight was already hanging low against those rusty chains and he breathed shakily. A bit of saliva droplets came out of his lips as he began losing his mind in the darkening setting, losing focus.
It was hell.
A living nightmare.
He was losing his ability to remember much of what was happening to him in Azkaban, let alone, remember himself. The ability to strengthen his thought process had been gone and all he could do was fear for his life — it must've been the Dementors.
"Don't give up, yet."
Sebastian's eyelids lifted. It felt heavy even to stare up. He hadn't even noticed his eyes had closed most of the time, but when the voice of the same guards from earlier pulsated on his face, he didn't need a double look.
"At least keep a smile for your mugshot."
The floors had been cold. Dirty. He could feel the crunchy debris of who knew what from his bare feet, and he was embarrassingly thankful the oversized prisoner attire made him use the end of his pants as a cover.
Dementors circled the prison like ghosts. Their howls were horrid; the human mind could barely grasp hearing the end of them. Sebastian kept his eyes closed, expecting to feel a little less cold from the traces, but even in darkness, they flashed on him.
"Sebastian Sallow. 1874," The voice was too loud for Sebastian. It's like they were screaming right in his ear. "Charged with the murder of his guardian, and former Auror of the Ministry of Magic, Solomon Sallow...unregistered Animagus, among—"
He'd lost his trace of thoughts after a while, listening to all the crimes he had committed. He bit the inside of his cheek, wanting to distract himself with the chains over his hands, forcing them to make a noise. All those guilt and memories he hid were now stamped on his face.
Distracted, a guard shoved a piece of a heavy plate over Sebastian's torso. He groaned a little from the hard push of the item below him while he shakily took hold of it.
AZKABAN PRISON 17569
Besides the prisoner number on the metal, his gaze lingered on two smaller, carved symbols just beneath it.
Ancient Runes had been a consistent subject for Sebastian Sallow during his years at Hogwarts, it wasn't difficult for him, so it gave him clarity to see what he read off.
