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Sorrow Unmasked by hafital - NC-17
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: A little bit more than 13.600 words
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: [info]hafital @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: FanFiction Paradise
Why this must be read: This is a long, calm story. Duncan and Methos' story: filled with sorrows, and violence, and pain, but also with friendship, loyalty... love. This is the story of two men, who even falling in love can't find the way to stay together.
And we share this story with them, we follow Duncan going through the Dark Quickening, the Horsemen, Ahriman, and Keane...
And then, after all those years, all that loneliness and pain, maybe, just maybe, they are finding the way...
Have a taste here
MacLeod had a list of grievances: shattered Ming vases, his appropriated barge, the constant mess in the galley, leaving the cap off the one good sharpie. Yet, there were moments, mostly late at night in the enveloping shadows touched with jazz and strong whiskey, when he would turn and see the pain hidden in the stillness of Methos' gaze.
It wasn't simply that he knew how Methos felt. Or that he was being a good friend. Or that he cared enough about Methos to put up with him when it was obvious the man was hurting, despite the performances and appearances to the contrary. It wasn't any of that, true as it all might be. For that moment, Methos chose MacLeod, over anyone else, over being alone, and MacLeod could never refuse that, even if he wanted to.
It would be a lie to say he hadn't expected it to happen. Some things are inevitable, and from the beginning he and Methos had flared with unspoken tension, a constant layer of energy that grew and expanded between them. But it would also be a lie to say he had sought it out. Sex was one thing. He liked sex. A lot. Sex could mean a great deal, or very little, but he never cheapened it. He never made it anything less than what it was, something he enjoyed, something he enjoyed doing, giving. But with Methos, he knew it would never be just sex with a friend, never limited to casual. And anything more was something neither of them were ready to deal with.
So, what you think?
Sorrow Unmasked
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: A little bit more than 13.600 words
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: [info]hafital @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: FanFiction Paradise
Why this must be read: This is a long, calm story. Duncan and Methos' story: filled with sorrows, and violence, and pain, but also with friendship, loyalty... love. This is the story of two men, who even falling in love can't find the way to stay together.
And we share this story with them, we follow Duncan going through the Dark Quickening, the Horsemen, Ahriman, and Keane...
And then, after all those years, all that loneliness and pain, maybe, just maybe, they are finding the way...
Have a taste here
MacLeod had a list of grievances: shattered Ming vases, his appropriated barge, the constant mess in the galley, leaving the cap off the one good sharpie. Yet, there were moments, mostly late at night in the enveloping shadows touched with jazz and strong whiskey, when he would turn and see the pain hidden in the stillness of Methos' gaze.
It wasn't simply that he knew how Methos felt. Or that he was being a good friend. Or that he cared enough about Methos to put up with him when it was obvious the man was hurting, despite the performances and appearances to the contrary. It wasn't any of that, true as it all might be. For that moment, Methos chose MacLeod, over anyone else, over being alone, and MacLeod could never refuse that, even if he wanted to.
It would be a lie to say he hadn't expected it to happen. Some things are inevitable, and from the beginning he and Methos had flared with unspoken tension, a constant layer of energy that grew and expanded between them. But it would also be a lie to say he had sought it out. Sex was one thing. He liked sex. A lot. Sex could mean a great deal, or very little, but he never cheapened it. He never made it anything less than what it was, something he enjoyed, something he enjoyed doing, giving. But with Methos, he knew it would never be just sex with a friend, never limited to casual. And anything more was something neither of them were ready to deal with.
So, what you think?
Sorrow Unmasked