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Sastrugi by Hafital (NC17)
Hi!
I am driving the crack-van for Highlander again, and I hope you enjoy what I have to recommend this month.
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: 16700
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hafital
Author Website: Hafital on HLFiction.net
Fanfiction Paradise
Why this must be read: Hafital has been recced here before, and for very good reason. Her writing is rich with detail and emotional nuance. her understanding and love of the characters and world of Highlander shine through everything she writes. This piece is set primarily in Antartica, and is as beautiful and stark as that continent, but not at all cold. One of the highlights of the 2008![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hlh_shortcuts fic exchange.
"Any plans?" Methos asked.
MacLeod closed his eyes for just a moment, the image of the sun burned into his retinas, a glowing green spot. He didn't answer. He had no answer. "What about you?" he asked Methos, turning the question around. "It's been," MacLeod counted months and years since he last saw Methos, just before MacLeod had left for the States again. "Almost five years. Still in London?"
Methos glowed in the pinky-orange light, mischievous little smile on his lips. "I'm a photographer now," he said, with the same kind of sneaky wonder as if he'd just said, "I'm a ballerina now."
Macleod's eyebrows went up. "And what do you photograph?"
"Nature, mostly."
"Better than dealing with people"
"Exactly. I'm really quite good. They pay me loads for it. Best job in the world. All I have to say is 'here's where I want to go and what I want to do' and people give me money and make it happened. Grants, fellowships, you name it. I'm going to Antarctica next," he said, tipping his beer towards MacLeod before taking a sip.
"Really," said MacLeod, unable to hide his doubt or his curiosity.
"Yes. I've even won awards. You're looking at the 2006 and 2007 Pilsner International Photography Grand Prize Winner, my friend. Ten thousand dollars a pop. That's right, I'm no joke."
MacLeod laughed. "I'm glad," he said. "It suits you."
Methos didn't say anything to that, and MacLeod looked away from Methos's unrelenting scrutiny.
They drank their beers in silence until the sun disappeared and the sky inked from pink to purple to black. It grew chilly, and they rose to leave. Methos stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Would you consider a job offer?"
Sastrugi
I am driving the crack-van for Highlander again, and I hope you enjoy what I have to recommend this month.
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: 16700
Author on LJ:
hafitalAuthor Website: Hafital on HLFiction.net
Fanfiction Paradise
Why this must be read: Hafital has been recced here before, and for very good reason. Her writing is rich with detail and emotional nuance. her understanding and love of the characters and world of Highlander shine through everything she writes. This piece is set primarily in Antartica, and is as beautiful and stark as that continent, but not at all cold. One of the highlights of the 2008
hlh_shortcuts fic exchange."Any plans?" Methos asked.
MacLeod closed his eyes for just a moment, the image of the sun burned into his retinas, a glowing green spot. He didn't answer. He had no answer. "What about you?" he asked Methos, turning the question around. "It's been," MacLeod counted months and years since he last saw Methos, just before MacLeod had left for the States again. "Almost five years. Still in London?"
Methos glowed in the pinky-orange light, mischievous little smile on his lips. "I'm a photographer now," he said, with the same kind of sneaky wonder as if he'd just said, "I'm a ballerina now."
Macleod's eyebrows went up. "And what do you photograph?"
"Nature, mostly."
"Better than dealing with people"
"Exactly. I'm really quite good. They pay me loads for it. Best job in the world. All I have to say is 'here's where I want to go and what I want to do' and people give me money and make it happened. Grants, fellowships, you name it. I'm going to Antarctica next," he said, tipping his beer towards MacLeod before taking a sip.
"Really," said MacLeod, unable to hide his doubt or his curiosity.
"Yes. I've even won awards. You're looking at the 2006 and 2007 Pilsner International Photography Grand Prize Winner, my friend. Ten thousand dollars a pop. That's right, I'm no joke."
MacLeod laughed. "I'm glad," he said. "It suits you."
Methos didn't say anything to that, and MacLeod looked away from Methos's unrelenting scrutiny.
They drank their beers in silence until the sun disappeared and the sky inked from pink to purple to black. It grew chilly, and they rose to leave. Methos stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Would you consider a job offer?"
Sastrugi