TOM CHARACTER: AU!Tom / medieval!Tom / huntsman!Tom
FIC SUMMARY: There had been good days in Tom’s life. Days, in which the humble house he lived in was filled with laughter and warmth.
But those days were long gone.
The world Tom lived in now was foul. Filled with filth, death, blood and forbidden carnal desire – he spent a good part of his time drowning the memories of what was lost, with either hunting alone in the woods, or with ale.
Preferably the latter.
What Tom did not know however, was that, as things turned for the worst once again, his path would cross the only person who would be able to drive the darkness out of his dull life.
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: It’s rated M for mention of rape, violence, gore (and in some chapters for sexual scenes.)
The story starts off with Tom as a teenager, but will soon be about him as an adult.
Hope you enjoy!
His fingers became numb. This could mean his death. He looked down at his pale, clammy hands, so tense he could see the white of his knuckles shining brightly from beneath his cold skin.
“I‘m shaking. I have to stop shaking.”
As he watched his hands become increasingly useless, he saw the big, fat drops of icy water that splattered down on his skin, sending shivers through his body. His clothes were soaked already, clinging uncomfortably to his skinny form and making it difficult to move. It was freezing cold.
“Stop shaking. Stop now.”
A Huntsman’s Tale (Chapter One)