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This Love (These little lies we tell) by Jay Tryfanstone (PG13)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan, Methos
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Author Website: Terra Incognita
Why this must be read:
A very interesting view of the intersection of immortality with mortality, and creativity, and art. Beautiful, bittersweet, and as with all of Jay Tryfanstone's work, exquisitely written.
[Jen]
The Other One came to my mother's funeral. Strange to say that: for most of the years of my life he's been Adam, himself, never Uncle Adam or Addy or Unk or any little name that's too small to encompass everything he means to me. But when I was young, he was the Other One, and Mac was just He. Him. I can't remember the first time I saw him, somewhere round the edges of my eyes, standing in the shadow of a corner or just across the road. I'm quite sure I never thought him threatening, just a little bit sad. There was one time I remember toddling up to him - I was quite young, it was before Adam - and asking him for a story, just like that: it wasn't that I didn't know about strange men, but he wasn't strange, he'd been there for all of my life. He just smiled at me, and then he got up and walked away.
This Love (These little lies we tell)
Pairing: Duncan, Methos
Author on LJ:
tryfanstoneAuthor Website: Terra Incognita
Why this must be read:
A very interesting view of the intersection of immortality with mortality, and creativity, and art. Beautiful, bittersweet, and as with all of Jay Tryfanstone's work, exquisitely written.
[Jen]
The Other One came to my mother's funeral. Strange to say that: for most of the years of my life he's been Adam, himself, never Uncle Adam or Addy or Unk or any little name that's too small to encompass everything he means to me. But when I was young, he was the Other One, and Mac was just He. Him. I can't remember the first time I saw him, somewhere round the edges of my eyes, standing in the shadow of a corner or just across the road. I'm quite sure I never thought him threatening, just a little bit sad. There was one time I remember toddling up to him - I was quite young, it was before Adam - and asking him for a story, just like that: it wasn't that I didn't know about strange men, but he wasn't strange, he'd been there for all of my life. He just smiled at me, and then he got up and walked away.
This Love (These little lies we tell)