Will Stutely (sly_stutely) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2021-02-08 13:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | robin hood, will stutely |
WHO Will Stutely and Robin Hood
WHEN Tuesday, 9 February, afternoon
WHERE The Sly Fox
WHAT We should talk
WARNINGS TBA
It was only a couple minutes’ walk from Will Stutely’s workshop to the Sly Fox. He’d chosen the place in large part for the proximity – safety in numbers, he’d told Marian, when he’d asked her help in scouting out rentals, though the safety he’d been thinking about wasn’t of the sort she’d assumed he’d been talking about. He was getting better at spending time apart from the other Merry Men. He still felt that animal panic sometimes, scrabbling within his ribs like a caged, desperate thing. When he boarded the subway, and he parked himself right by the sliding doors, eyes darting across the other passengers, ready to bolt at the first flicker of familiarity or hostility he clocked. When he woke in Clio’s bed from too-vivid memories of the lash and the waterboard, in those brief disoriented seconds it took him to realise he wasn’t alone, wasn’t trapped, wasn’t forgotten. It didn’t come on as badly as it used to, but it was still there. Even the walls of his workshop pressed in on him every so often, if he allowed himself to dwell on it. It helped to know that his Sherwood family was only a few minutes away. He took a brief detour to pick up some filled bagels from a place across the road – lunch enough for both him and Robin, as well as Marian if she felt like eating – before heading to the Fox. He called out as he let himself in the back door. Rob knew he was coming, but he didn’t want to alarm Marian if she happened to be downstairs. “’S me. Brought some grub.” |