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View from a Window by rurounihime (R - slash implied)
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:
rurounihime
Author Website: stories archived at: http://www.skyehawke.com
Why this must be read: There's a fair amount of "a contemplative Duncan worships Methos" fic out there, but sometimes it's just done right and feels right. This author is new to the HL fandom (Yay, new authors!), writing mostly in the HP fanverse, but she demonstrates a real feel not just for Methos' complex character, but she has a lovely gift for language and structure.
View from a Window
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: stories archived at: http://www.skyehawke.com
Why this must be read: There's a fair amount of "a contemplative Duncan worships Methos" fic out there, but sometimes it's just done right and feels right. This author is new to the HL fandom (Yay, new authors!), writing mostly in the HP fanverse, but she demonstrates a real feel not just for Methos' complex character, but she has a lovely gift for language and structure.
Duncan had been a fool to let Methos’ scholarly bumbling define who the man was in his own mind. And he had never underestimated the old man again. But now, looking at the complacence splashed all over that familiar body, the strength in that half-bared thigh and the pinking shape of his own lips against pale throat, Duncan cannot help but be tempted once again. Methos’ pulse flutters steadily under the slope of his neck, and it’s easy to go back to the taste of that life force under his teeth and tongue, and think it only the dwelling of the persona Adam Pierson.
A futile effort; he is not in love with Adam Pierson. But Adam does make him wonder about buried things, and things brought to light. Would Methos’ Quickening be a dark one because of the dangerous riptides beneath the surface, or has it risen into calmer waters for good? What would it take for it to drop back again?
“The problem with immortality,” Duncan murmurs into the room. Just too many unanswerable questions. Even the eldest living Immortal has no answer for the malignant abundance of time. If an Immortal’s Quickening can shift and warp over the years, soaring one century and venomous the next, how can any of them ever be certain of who they are? Time crawls by in all its tedious increments, and when the days are not filled with the annoyances of living, the mind pulls in and examines itself instead.
Given enough time, would all of them eventually experiment? Seek out – and embrace – their shadowed halves?
A futile effort; he is not in love with Adam Pierson. But Adam does make him wonder about buried things, and things brought to light. Would Methos’ Quickening be a dark one because of the dangerous riptides beneath the surface, or has it risen into calmer waters for good? What would it take for it to drop back again?
“The problem with immortality,” Duncan murmurs into the room. Just too many unanswerable questions. Even the eldest living Immortal has no answer for the malignant abundance of time. If an Immortal’s Quickening can shift and warp over the years, soaring one century and venomous the next, how can any of them ever be certain of who they are? Time crawls by in all its tedious increments, and when the days are not filled with the annoyances of living, the mind pulls in and examines itself instead.
Given enough time, would all of them eventually experiment? Seek out – and embrace – their shadowed halves?
View from a Window
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Second, I'm sorry, I don't have a website of my own. I put most of my stuff over on www.skyehawke.com or on my livejournal, if you want to locate it.
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