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After such knowledge, by Dargie (NC-17)
Fandom: Higlander
Pairing: Joe/Methos
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dargie
Website: Dargie's outpost
Why this must be read
Pairing: Joe/Methos
Author on lj:
dargieWebsite: Dargie's outpost
Why this must be read
I would've sworn I was more in Duncan/Methos than in any other pairing but I found another outstanding story based on Joe/Methos. Dargie had the excellent idea of posting all her HL fics on her fic lj. I love many of these, but "After such knowledge" is my favourite. It has that special atmosphere, that special sweetness mixed with excellent characterization, and that wonderful erotic mood I'm craving in HL stories.
Here again it's about grieving (Ritchie's death) and finding comfort in an old (!) friend's arms and, this time, discovering love just there. Wonderful hurt comfort and a multi-layered Methos who will please his fans. Joe is, as usual, great. I love Joe.
Joe stared out the window into the sun-streaked leaves of the trees outside. The thaw was setting in now, and he could feel a knot in his belly and one in his heart, both aching as if they would kill him. The world he inhabited was tenuous, and for the first time he truly wished he had never spoken to either Mac or Adam, never come to know them. Watchers should be apart from this; they were intended to be apart. They were observers.
Too late. He had seen too much, known too much friendship in all its forms. The stroke of Mac’s sword had shattered more than one world. Tears ran unheeded from Joe’s eyes, and soaked his pillow. He wept soundlessly, for Richie, for his own innocence which he seemed to lose about once a decade, for Mac…for all lost souls, mortal or otherwise, who got ground up in what was called - with some irony, Joe thought - The Game. Finally he wept just because he felt blindingly sorry for himself. He was just so tired of loss.
After such knowledge
Here again it's about grieving (Ritchie's death) and finding comfort in an old (!) friend's arms and, this time, discovering love just there. Wonderful hurt comfort and a multi-layered Methos who will please his fans. Joe is, as usual, great. I love Joe.
Joe stared out the window into the sun-streaked leaves of the trees outside. The thaw was setting in now, and he could feel a knot in his belly and one in his heart, both aching as if they would kill him. The world he inhabited was tenuous, and for the first time he truly wished he had never spoken to either Mac or Adam, never come to know them. Watchers should be apart from this; they were intended to be apart. They were observers.
Too late. He had seen too much, known too much friendship in all its forms. The stroke of Mac’s sword had shattered more than one world. Tears ran unheeded from Joe’s eyes, and soaked his pillow. He wept soundlessly, for Richie, for his own innocence which he seemed to lose about once a decade, for Mac…for all lost souls, mortal or otherwise, who got ground up in what was called - with some irony, Joe thought - The Game. Finally he wept just because he felt blindingly sorry for himself. He was just so tired of loss.
After such knowledge