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crack_van2006-10-05 12:17 pm
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No-Flesh and Not-A-Man, by Amand-r (R)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Charlotte/Methos as Benjamin Adams
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turned_earth
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read: Ooh, Halloween coming, soon enough. We've also been discussing characters of color in Highlander canon and stories, so I thought I'd rec a few. This is a nicely crepuscular story about Charlotte, the New Orleans slave briefly bedded by Methos before his flight and her murder. It's a short tale of voodoo and ghosts and inhumanity.
A taste:
I am dead. I am no-flesh. It is bright, this place, like the echo of freedom. I am bound to that spot in time and that rain-sloughed night. Everyone was dying that night but me. The city was echoing with the moans of the fevered, but Benjamin and I soared above that pain. We moaned in freedom. I was dying from it.
Benjamin walks the streets of New Orleans, and stops at the graveyard, laying bread and honey on my grave, like the Voodoo Maman Marie has done. He waits by that stone and I ride along the current of his footsteps away, down the streets, now paved with bricks and stones.
No-Flesh and Not-A-Man
Pairing: Charlotte/Methos as Benjamin Adams
Author on LJ:
turned_earthAuthor Website: N/A
Why this must be read: Ooh, Halloween coming, soon enough. We've also been discussing characters of color in Highlander canon and stories, so I thought I'd rec a few. This is a nicely crepuscular story about Charlotte, the New Orleans slave briefly bedded by Methos before his flight and her murder. It's a short tale of voodoo and ghosts and inhumanity.
A taste:
I am dead. I am no-flesh. It is bright, this place, like the echo of freedom. I am bound to that spot in time and that rain-sloughed night. Everyone was dying that night but me. The city was echoing with the moans of the fevered, but Benjamin and I soared above that pain. We moaned in freedom. I was dying from it.
Benjamin walks the streets of New Orleans, and stops at the graveyard, laying bread and honey on my grave, like the Voodoo Maman Marie has done. He waits by that stone and I ride along the current of his footsteps away, down the streets, now paved with bricks and stones.
No-Flesh and Not-A-Man