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Innocent Smiles, by Emma Lea Marion (PG-13)
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: none
Length: ~5K
Author on LJ: none, as far as I know
Author Website: Shores of Loch Shiel
Why this must be read: Highlander fics that explore the mystical are not rare. SImilarly, fics that explore what it's like for one of the characters after they become Immortal are not rare. What makes this one well worth reading is the mix of mysticism and myth. The author writes incredibly descriptive prose, lighting the story with both an Immortal mysticism and a Celtic one. She also answers just why Ramirez went to find Connor. At the same time, this is not just about Connor, but also Methos and his future.
He could see Beinn Bahn if the mist lifted; and across the water MacLeod's Tables snugged close to the horizon. He wondered for a moment, before his mind closed down again, how he had come here, and why. The Church said the stone circle was a remnant of those thought to have been made by the Irish druids when they'd come across the water to take Scotland, and thus cursed. But his grandmother had woven other stories about the scattered, fallen stones when he'd been but a babe, less than six years old, before they'd set him to herding sheep and goats. Stories of an elder race, of a people old before the druids came, who worshipped the earth and the three. Of kings who died at the turning of the year, and came alive to bring the sun again.
Is that what I am? A king? he thought, and laughed a harsh, staccato cackle that startled the birds who'd begun to settle near him.
The old woman was dead now, with his mother and his father; they'd died in the winter he'd turned eight, when the snow had come early and fierce and half the village went down with the fever. He'd survived, though he'd had no other close-kin to himself, because with so many dead there was more than enough food laid up for the winter months, enough even to spare for a small man-child not owned by any adult.
Better that they died then, he whispered silently to himself. They would have had to cast me out or been called demons themselves, and I don't know which would have been worse. Who would have cared for them when they aged if I was not there? And how could I have cared for them without the clan?
He couldn't even care for himself. Not decently.
Innocent Smiles
Note Bene: this is the first part of a trilogy about Connor MacLeod. The others can be found here:
Hollow Bones (PG-13)
Nest of Arms (NC-17)
Pairing: none
Length: ~5K
Author on LJ: none, as far as I know
Author Website: Shores of Loch Shiel
Why this must be read: Highlander fics that explore the mystical are not rare. SImilarly, fics that explore what it's like for one of the characters after they become Immortal are not rare. What makes this one well worth reading is the mix of mysticism and myth. The author writes incredibly descriptive prose, lighting the story with both an Immortal mysticism and a Celtic one. She also answers just why Ramirez went to find Connor. At the same time, this is not just about Connor, but also Methos and his future.
He could see Beinn Bahn if the mist lifted; and across the water MacLeod's Tables snugged close to the horizon. He wondered for a moment, before his mind closed down again, how he had come here, and why. The Church said the stone circle was a remnant of those thought to have been made by the Irish druids when they'd come across the water to take Scotland, and thus cursed. But his grandmother had woven other stories about the scattered, fallen stones when he'd been but a babe, less than six years old, before they'd set him to herding sheep and goats. Stories of an elder race, of a people old before the druids came, who worshipped the earth and the three. Of kings who died at the turning of the year, and came alive to bring the sun again.
Is that what I am? A king? he thought, and laughed a harsh, staccato cackle that startled the birds who'd begun to settle near him.
The old woman was dead now, with his mother and his father; they'd died in the winter he'd turned eight, when the snow had come early and fierce and half the village went down with the fever. He'd survived, though he'd had no other close-kin to himself, because with so many dead there was more than enough food laid up for the winter months, enough even to spare for a small man-child not owned by any adult.
Better that they died then, he whispered silently to himself. They would have had to cast me out or been called demons themselves, and I don't know which would have been worse. Who would have cared for them when they aged if I was not there? And how could I have cared for them without the clan?
He couldn't even care for himself. Not decently.
Innocent Smiles
Note Bene: this is the first part of a trilogy about Connor MacLeod. The others can be found here:
Hollow Bones (PG-13)
Nest of Arms (NC-17)