Experimental Tin Man drabble
I can't get this image out of my head. No idea if this will go anywhere, but I just have to get it down in writing somewhere. Tin Man fandom. Warning - possible disturbing imagery.
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Lying on his side facing the far wall was a man, clothes filthy and torn and rust colored in places.
Fenton, the Tin Man who was searching this corridor with his partner, stepped into the cell as soon as he got the door open. He ran appraising eyes over the crumpled, solitary figure on the floor of the room.
The man's hands and feet were weighed down with heavy iron shackles, wrists rubbed raw from obvious struggles. His face was pale as porcelain, marred by a deep purple bruise that ran along his jawline. Breathing was a laborious chore, wet-sounding and rasping through cracked, thin lips. Eyes closed and still as a painting, Fenton would never have guessed this man was still among the living.
The Tin Man knelt at the prisoner's side and reached a shaking hand up to brush aside dark, matted hair. He caught a glimpse of tarnished metal, stained with dried blood.
"Get Cain," the officer ordered his partner, not looking up. "We found the Advisor."
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Lying on his side facing the far wall was a man, clothes filthy and torn and rust colored in places.
Fenton, the Tin Man who was searching this corridor with his partner, stepped into the cell as soon as he got the door open. He ran appraising eyes over the crumpled, solitary figure on the floor of the room.
The man's hands and feet were weighed down with heavy iron shackles, wrists rubbed raw from obvious struggles. His face was pale as porcelain, marred by a deep purple bruise that ran along his jawline. Breathing was a laborious chore, wet-sounding and rasping through cracked, thin lips. Eyes closed and still as a painting, Fenton would never have guessed this man was still among the living.
The Tin Man knelt at the prisoner's side and reached a shaking hand up to brush aside dark, matted hair. He caught a glimpse of tarnished metal, stained with dried blood.
"Get Cain," the officer ordered his partner, not looking up. "We found the Advisor."