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As You Are by Taz (PG13)
My last rec for the month. I hope you have enjoyed the ride, the route and the view -- I certainly have!
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Methos/Duncan
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tazlet
Author Website: Taz' page on HLFiction, Tazwerks
Why this must be read:
Another of the wonderful things written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hlh_shortcuts fic exchange. Taz absolutely nails both the complexity and simplicity of being Immortal and of loving someone. Plus costume pr0n!
“So, Duncan, have you seen your friend Pierson?” Gina said.
“Yes, where is the Mad Monk?” Robert said. “And what will he be wearing?”
“No idea,” Duncan said. Woad and a smile. Methos had said he was going out for dinner, remaining adamant in refusing to come. ...with who knows how many immortals I don’t know, all of them carrying very sharp weapons... “He was a bit surprised you sent him an invitation.”
“Of course we did!”
“Duncan! We owe our present happiness to him!”
The deValicourts paused, locked in a moment of mutual, connubial understanding. The galliard had come to an end and the orchestra was giving Johann Strauss’s cheeky Weiner Bonbons a workout.
As You Are
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Methos/Duncan
Author on LJ:
tazletAuthor Website: Taz' page on HLFiction, Tazwerks
Why this must be read:
Another of the wonderful things written for the
hlh_shortcuts fic exchange. Taz absolutely nails both the complexity and simplicity of being Immortal and of loving someone. Plus costume pr0n!“So, Duncan, have you seen your friend Pierson?” Gina said.
“Yes, where is the Mad Monk?” Robert said. “And what will he be wearing?”
“No idea,” Duncan said. Woad and a smile. Methos had said he was going out for dinner, remaining adamant in refusing to come. ...with who knows how many immortals I don’t know, all of them carrying very sharp weapons... “He was a bit surprised you sent him an invitation.”
“Of course we did!”
“Duncan! We owe our present happiness to him!”
The deValicourts paused, locked in a moment of mutual, connubial understanding. The galliard had come to an end and the orchestra was giving Johann Strauss’s cheeky Weiner Bonbons a workout.
As You Are