WHO: Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet WHEN: Thursday evening WHERE: Their home WHAT: Bad sheriff dreams WARNINGS: Dreams of captivity and Marian rape, after that good old h/c
Tuck was starving.
Hunger had curled, razor-sharp and painful, in his belly. It weakened him. Wasted him. The bars that confined him were hardly necessary now; he could hardly move. Beside him, one cell over, the man he loved was suffering a similar fate. Tuck raised his head slowly, trying to get a look at Will, desperate to see him.
There were maggots on his face.
Tuck shrieked in horror as Will's dead eyes stared back at him, unseeing. Across the aisle in a cell of her own, Marian was being fucked by the sheriff, and Tuck could see the cell beside hers, occupied by the body of Will Stutely, long dead and disappearing-
Pain and death, that was all he knew. He was stuck here, and even if he hid his head, he would still hear the sheriff. Hear Marian. Unable to get to her. To help. He slammed his hands over his ears, trying not to hear. A sob caught in his throat and he let out an anguished wail-
Even in his sleep, his body safe and warm beside Will's in their bed, the sob Tuck let out was real.