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crack_van2007-09-24 04:53 pm
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Seeds, by C.M. Decarnin (NC-17)
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
decarnin
Author's website: The Garret
Why this mustbe read: I haven't seen this recced very often, and I think it's because it's overshadowed bydecarnin's epic angst fest, And Hades Followed Him.
This story is, shall we say, much lighter. And shorter. And sunnier! And yet, it still carries a dark undercurrent of sorrow and pain. A sequel to Hades, taking place five years on, Duncan and Methos are living together in Duncan's loft. The fact that they're living in the middle of the city of Seacouver doesn't rain on Methos's sudden desires for a garden (or a woods, or a forest…). An mania for seed catalogs seems tame enough -- but Duncan learns to take even the silliest obsession of his ancient companion very, very seriously. It's a romantic story that hits one of my kinks: acceptance of a lover's… peculiarities.
The wide, winding paths and the quiet under the trees were calming and idyllic. They sauntered side by side, now and again holding hands when no one was near to see. Methos made a few jots about the labeled plantlife in a pocket notebook, but mostly he just looked, silent, mysterious in his way as the trees themselves, smiling to Mac with happiness and tranquillity. There were native species as well as exotic specimens from all over the world. He stopped to gaze into a stand of dawn redwoods.
"They go back to the beginning of time, Duncan. Everyone thought they were extinct. Then they found a grove of them in China. Now you can get seeds from catalogs."
"Have we got one?"
Methos gave him a startled look, opened his mouth to say something, looked down and then out again into the trees. "They take a bit of room," he finally said with a smile, and walked on. The trees nearest the path he would touch, appreciating the different kinds of bark. They wandered for another hour, till the light was slanting from the west. Methos had grown even quieter. He stopped with his palms against the smooth bole of a soaring lean cherry, looking up to its slim canopy. Duncan had wandered on a bit, noticed Methos still wasn't with him, and looked back. He saw Methos lay his cheek against the tree, and slowly slide his long arms around the trunk. He just stayed that way as the minutes passed, body to body with the wooden creature. Duncan stood electrified, as if he were watching some rite so old it was beyond his understanding, carrying unwritten history from Cimmerian mists into his presence. Hesitantly he went back.
Seeds
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:
decarninAuthor's website: The Garret
Why this mustbe read: I haven't seen this recced very often, and I think it's because it's overshadowed by
decarnin's epic angst fest, And Hades Followed Him. This story is, shall we say, much lighter. And shorter. And sunnier! And yet, it still carries a dark undercurrent of sorrow and pain. A sequel to Hades, taking place five years on, Duncan and Methos are living together in Duncan's loft. The fact that they're living in the middle of the city of Seacouver doesn't rain on Methos's sudden desires for a garden (or a woods, or a forest…). An mania for seed catalogs seems tame enough -- but Duncan learns to take even the silliest obsession of his ancient companion very, very seriously. It's a romantic story that hits one of my kinks: acceptance of a lover's… peculiarities.
The wide, winding paths and the quiet under the trees were calming and idyllic. They sauntered side by side, now and again holding hands when no one was near to see. Methos made a few jots about the labeled plantlife in a pocket notebook, but mostly he just looked, silent, mysterious in his way as the trees themselves, smiling to Mac with happiness and tranquillity. There were native species as well as exotic specimens from all over the world. He stopped to gaze into a stand of dawn redwoods.
"They go back to the beginning of time, Duncan. Everyone thought they were extinct. Then they found a grove of them in China. Now you can get seeds from catalogs."
"Have we got one?"
Methos gave him a startled look, opened his mouth to say something, looked down and then out again into the trees. "They take a bit of room," he finally said with a smile, and walked on. The trees nearest the path he would touch, appreciating the different kinds of bark. They wandered for another hour, till the light was slanting from the west. Methos had grown even quieter. He stopped with his palms against the smooth bole of a soaring lean cherry, looking up to its slim canopy. Duncan had wandered on a bit, noticed Methos still wasn't with him, and looked back. He saw Methos lay his cheek against the tree, and slowly slide his long arms around the trunk. He just stayed that way as the minutes passed, body to body with the wooden creature. Duncan stood electrified, as if he were watching some rite so old it was beyond his understanding, carrying unwritten history from Cimmerian mists into his presence. Hesitantly he went back.
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