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crack_van2008-03-07 06:19 pm
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Sedimental Journey by Taselby (R)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
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taselby
Author Website: http://www.tenebris.org/chaos/taselby/index.html
Why this must be read: I had to check the memories three times to make sure this hadn't already been recced. This fic reminds me of everything I love about Highlander fandom. It's so well written. It has a wonderful Methos POV, a swordfight, a quickening, and the emotional aftermath thereof. The tension just builds and builds, and you start to feel that crush of pain in your chest, knowing how it will end. And then it does, and you've run an emotional marathon. Incredible.
Quote: The storm outside whistled and moaned, making the loft into a bubble of calm, sheltered, isolated. Wasn't that what he'd craved tonight, isolation? What was he doing here in MacLeod's space, offering up bits of himself like bright coins in a fountain? Throwing himself away, a piece at a time. Dying, a heartbeat at a time, every wasted second carrying them all closer to the end. There was no such thing as forever; some lessons apparently bore repeating.
Sedimental Journey
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:
taselbyAuthor Website: http://www.tenebris.org/chaos/taselby/index.html
Why this must be read: I had to check the memories three times to make sure this hadn't already been recced. This fic reminds me of everything I love about Highlander fandom. It's so well written. It has a wonderful Methos POV, a swordfight, a quickening, and the emotional aftermath thereof. The tension just builds and builds, and you start to feel that crush of pain in your chest, knowing how it will end. And then it does, and you've run an emotional marathon. Incredible.
Quote: The storm outside whistled and moaned, making the loft into a bubble of calm, sheltered, isolated. Wasn't that what he'd craved tonight, isolation? What was he doing here in MacLeod's space, offering up bits of himself like bright coins in a fountain? Throwing himself away, a piece at a time. Dying, a heartbeat at a time, every wasted second carrying them all closer to the end. There was no such thing as forever; some lessons apparently bore repeating.
Sedimental Journey
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