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Renewal by tarsh (R)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Methos/Duncan MacLeod
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tarshaan
Author Website: Caveat Lector, at the moment; moving to tarsh's cave, as of 09/2005
Why this must be read: Renewal is an achingly lovely piece about where Methos goes when he vanishes, and why he must go from time to time, and how he copes with five thousands years of memories and life while remaining 'just a guy.'
It begins with laughter
You lean out the window of the loft, trying to catch the sound, although you know already there is no child there to make it. Still, you look. Not quite wanting to admit yet, that it is time. Not wanting to leave MacLeod, or Joe, or the life you have found here. Not when there is no way of knowing when you will return, no way to estimate how much time you will require. Not wanting to trek up to your cabin in the mountains, far from convenience and variety and the awareness of this particular reality you have chosen to inhabit.
So for a few days you will act as though nothing is different, though the laughter will ring through you at the oddest times and in the strangest places. You'll strain to hear it, most of your considerable attention focused on catching a bare breath of laughter floating in the sun. A child's laughter, light and free and rising on the wind, on the edge of your hearing and just barely out of sight. Your friends will notice, eventually; you will shrug off their inquiries with a careless laugh and self-deprecating sarcasm. It will grow fainter; if you wait, close your eyes and seal your ears, concentrate on the mundane and the day to day minutiae of life. If you set your mind and do nothing, it will grow farther and farther away, weaker and less compelling, until a month from now, or three, you'll no longer hear it.
If you ignore it.... there is always that option, and as always you consider it. But you have walked that road before, and you have learnt that this request your spirit makes of you is no idle one. Should you choose to, you know you could stave off the inevitable for a while, build yet another wall about your core. You could fight the compulsion the faint laughter brings, should you put your mind to it. You have done so before. And so you know, too, that eventually relief must come. That if you do not take it when it is offered, the price you pay when it finds you will be high. It will seek you out, with no regard for time or place or sanity. You cannot hold yourself here indefinitely; no matter what you do it will come regardless. For you can't cut an hour, and you can't halt a minute, and nothing can stand against the passing seconds. You ignore it at your peril.
Renewal
Pairing: Methos/Duncan MacLeod
Author on LJ:
tarshaanAuthor Website: Caveat Lector, at the moment; moving to tarsh's cave, as of 09/2005
Why this must be read: Renewal is an achingly lovely piece about where Methos goes when he vanishes, and why he must go from time to time, and how he copes with five thousands years of memories and life while remaining 'just a guy.'
It begins with laughter
You lean out the window of the loft, trying to catch the sound, although you know already there is no child there to make it. Still, you look. Not quite wanting to admit yet, that it is time. Not wanting to leave MacLeod, or Joe, or the life you have found here. Not when there is no way of knowing when you will return, no way to estimate how much time you will require. Not wanting to trek up to your cabin in the mountains, far from convenience and variety and the awareness of this particular reality you have chosen to inhabit.
So for a few days you will act as though nothing is different, though the laughter will ring through you at the oddest times and in the strangest places. You'll strain to hear it, most of your considerable attention focused on catching a bare breath of laughter floating in the sun. A child's laughter, light and free and rising on the wind, on the edge of your hearing and just barely out of sight. Your friends will notice, eventually; you will shrug off their inquiries with a careless laugh and self-deprecating sarcasm. It will grow fainter; if you wait, close your eyes and seal your ears, concentrate on the mundane and the day to day minutiae of life. If you set your mind and do nothing, it will grow farther and farther away, weaker and less compelling, until a month from now, or three, you'll no longer hear it.
If you ignore it.... there is always that option, and as always you consider it. But you have walked that road before, and you have learnt that this request your spirit makes of you is no idle one. Should you choose to, you know you could stave off the inevitable for a while, build yet another wall about your core. You could fight the compulsion the faint laughter brings, should you put your mind to it. You have done so before. And so you know, too, that eventually relief must come. That if you do not take it when it is offered, the price you pay when it finds you will be high. It will seek you out, with no regard for time or place or sanity. You cannot hold yourself here indefinitely; no matter what you do it will come regardless. For you can't cut an hour, and you can't halt a minute, and nothing can stand against the passing seconds. You ignore it at your peril.
Renewal
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