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crack_van2007-04-07 03:06 pm
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Entry tags:
That Which Suits A Part Infects The Whole, by Sleeps With Coyotes (R)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER: THE SERIES
Pairing: Methos/Kronos, pre-slash
Author on LJ:ciceqi
Author Website: Blood, Love, And Rhetoric.
Why this must be read:
This is a very dark and graphic story that shows how an insane Methos met Kronos. Actually, insane is probably an understatement for just how far gone Methos was at this point in time. In the aftermath of a gruesome battle, Kronos arrives, and meets Death. Sleeps With Coyotes perfectly captures the sheer horror of the scene.
Tipping the skin back down as he caught his breath, Methos stared around him with a fierce grin, surveying his handiwork, an ill-timed meeting on bad ground pitting two evenly-matched and equally stupid forces against each other. Even if there had been any survivors, it would be days yet before anyone could come see to the bodies.
For now, at least, they were all his.
Folding his legs beneath him, Methos sat down in the middle of the carnage and watched the vultures, listening to the yipping calls of the jackals and the high keening scream of the wind.
It was always so beautiful when it was still like this.
That Which Suits A Part Infects The Whole.
Pairing: Methos/Kronos, pre-slash
Author on LJ:
ciceqiAuthor Website: Blood, Love, And Rhetoric.
Why this must be read:
This is a very dark and graphic story that shows how an insane Methos met Kronos. Actually, insane is probably an understatement for just how far gone Methos was at this point in time. In the aftermath of a gruesome battle, Kronos arrives, and meets Death. Sleeps With Coyotes perfectly captures the sheer horror of the scene.
Tipping the skin back down as he caught his breath, Methos stared around him with a fierce grin, surveying his handiwork, an ill-timed meeting on bad ground pitting two evenly-matched and equally stupid forces against each other. Even if there had been any survivors, it would be days yet before anyone could come see to the bodies.
For now, at least, they were all his.
Folding his legs beneath him, Methos sat down in the middle of the carnage and watched the vultures, listening to the yipping calls of the jackals and the high keening scream of the wind.
It was always so beautiful when it was still like this.
That Which Suits A Part Infects The Whole.