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Lamentation by Maygra
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
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Author Website: Maygra's Musings
Why this must be read: Okay, I confess. I'm a slut for certain authors - authors who have a real grasp of character, who paint pictures with words, who create breathless moments full of emotional poignancy. I am especially a slut for Maygra's work, and even though she doesn't write in Highlander any more, as far as I am concerned she has always been and will ever be the Queen of Highlander Fandom. She was my first in-person fannish friend, and I was overawed by just meeting someone who's work seemed so magical. Some of her stories have already been recommended and when I went to look, I realized that the reason more had not been offered up here was because several of her larger, longer story arcs were not quite complete, and therefore not eligible for recommendation. Regardless, I urge any Highlander fan to read everything Maygra has written. It's always a treat.
Anyway, about Lamentation - it's a post-Engame story that is full of pain and grief, done as only Maygra can do, but with that perfect touch of connection and healing that is also her hallmark.
He brushed again, watching the skin flush along the side of Methos' neck, wondering what part of grief desire fit into. Another brush that was not of comfort and Methos moved his head slightly, a soft exhalation of sound all that gave Duncan permission to continue.
He did; tracing the tendon from ear to shoulder and back again to the line of jaw, tilting Methos' head back fractionally while supporting his neck with his other hand. He rose, to see Methos' face, wondering at his own mistimed intentions.
Methos moved, pulling himself out of his languor with effort, a flush on his cheeks that could have been from the heat of the fire. He rose as well, turning to face Duncan: his face, his expression, all lost in shadows once more.
Duncan was just lost.
Oh, it feels so good when it hurts so bad! And the sex is just.... whew! (fans herself) Maygra prefers not to have any links directly to stories, so if you go to her site, and look for the title, you will find much goodness there.
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I wish her nothing but fannish love. *g*
Of course, I'm mono-slashimous and have stuck with HL from day one.
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