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Hush by Sleep with Coyotes
Well, this is my last rec on Highlander. I really hope I was able to bring to you some new, or some old loved fic. I know I had a great time!
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: Almost 15.900 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ciceqi
Author Website: Blood, Love & Rhetoric
Why this must be read: And another Sleep with Coyotes rec. This one is a strange story. Post series, Methos and Duncan friendship had crumble, so Methos, of course, decide is time to go. He settles in Oregon, and finds a woman, a pregnant woman. And he can feel a buzz...
Sleep with Coyotes presents us a disturbing vision about how Immortals come to life, and Methos observe it first-hand. Now, what's gonna Duncan's reaction be when Methos show-up at his door, with a baby in his arms?
This is intriguing, and fierce, and such a good story! and you even have X's art as a bonus!
Have a little taste here:
And was it always like this? Was there truly a god behind that light, and did he come always in secrecy, unknown and unannounced, spreading his seed like a criminal and leaving his children to fend for themselves, his women to be cast out as whores? To bear and birth and die alone? Had Methos once burned his way from his mother's womb, sealing his own fate in loneliness by that first, unpardonable murder? He had never truly believed in the Furies, but if anyone had ever told him it was solitude they sowed as punishment, he would have sacrificed to appease them daily...
But this one... What did it mean that an Immortal had happened to find Sara, had witnessed this boy's birth? In the early morning on New Year's Eve, before the change of the millennia... and while he set no more stock in the calendar than he did in the Furies' wrath, having seen dates change as often as the gods, it sent a prickle of pure modern paranoia down his spine to contemplate it. "Stick with me, laddie," he growled in a rasping voice he barely recognized. "I guarantee no one will get close enough to prophesy about you and your damn birthday..."
Stick with him. And what the hell would he do with a child? Not that he'd never raised them before, but... times were different then, to borrow a favorite phrase. Not just different. Safer. Most younger Immortals seemed willfully blind to the fact that it was always the time of the Gathering, but even ignoring the deadly imperative of their blood, the whole bloody world was going to hell, and even the handbasket had seen better days, never mind the porter. What was he going to do? Give the boy up for adoption?
He startled himself with the laugh that burst from his chest, waking the child, who had to be soothed and rocked back to sleep all over again. Adoption. Gods, what a joke. One of them finally had parents, however feeble, to call his own, and he wanted to give the boy away. He knew the decision had already been made. It still took him three lullabies that had absolutely no discernible effect before he came to grips with it, in the middle of the one song the boy would listen to.
He was keeping the child.
No, go, enjoy this wonderful story and X's amazing art.
Hush
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Length: Almost 15.900 words
Author on LJ:
ciceqiAuthor Website: Blood, Love & Rhetoric
Why this must be read: And another Sleep with Coyotes rec. This one is a strange story. Post series, Methos and Duncan friendship had crumble, so Methos, of course, decide is time to go. He settles in Oregon, and finds a woman, a pregnant woman. And he can feel a buzz...
Sleep with Coyotes presents us a disturbing vision about how Immortals come to life, and Methos observe it first-hand. Now, what's gonna Duncan's reaction be when Methos show-up at his door, with a baby in his arms?
This is intriguing, and fierce, and such a good story! and you even have X's art as a bonus!
Have a little taste here:
And was it always like this? Was there truly a god behind that light, and did he come always in secrecy, unknown and unannounced, spreading his seed like a criminal and leaving his children to fend for themselves, his women to be cast out as whores? To bear and birth and die alone? Had Methos once burned his way from his mother's womb, sealing his own fate in loneliness by that first, unpardonable murder? He had never truly believed in the Furies, but if anyone had ever told him it was solitude they sowed as punishment, he would have sacrificed to appease them daily...
But this one... What did it mean that an Immortal had happened to find Sara, had witnessed this boy's birth? In the early morning on New Year's Eve, before the change of the millennia... and while he set no more stock in the calendar than he did in the Furies' wrath, having seen dates change as often as the gods, it sent a prickle of pure modern paranoia down his spine to contemplate it. "Stick with me, laddie," he growled in a rasping voice he barely recognized. "I guarantee no one will get close enough to prophesy about you and your damn birthday..."
Stick with him. And what the hell would he do with a child? Not that he'd never raised them before, but... times were different then, to borrow a favorite phrase. Not just different. Safer. Most younger Immortals seemed willfully blind to the fact that it was always the time of the Gathering, but even ignoring the deadly imperative of their blood, the whole bloody world was going to hell, and even the handbasket had seen better days, never mind the porter. What was he going to do? Give the boy up for adoption?
He startled himself with the laugh that burst from his chest, waking the child, who had to be soothed and rocked back to sleep all over again. Adoption. Gods, what a joke. One of them finally had parents, however feeble, to call his own, and he wanted to give the boy away. He knew the decision had already been made. It still took him three lullabies that had absolutely no discernible effect before he came to grips with it, in the middle of the one song the boy would listen to.
He was keeping the child.
No, go, enjoy this wonderful story and X's amazing art.
Hush