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Les Temps by Ariana Deralte (K)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Gen with Methos & Darius
Length: 2,742
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deralte
Author Website: FFN profile; Ariana's website
Why this must be read: This nice little one shot, while a sequel to an earlier fic, can be read on its own.deralte writes a lovely little friendship piece between Methos and Darius during Napoleonic France and after they had not seen each other for some time. A discussion about life, philosophy, religion and Death - all with little to no angst - as the two Immortals reconnect whilst playing chess. This fic provides a glimpse at a comfortable friendship that many fans like to imagine Darius and Methos had with each other.
He was half way across the bridge when he sensed another immortal. It was old instinct that made him look behind first, and so he caught a glimpse of a familiar profile before it turned away. Darius hurried after him, pushing through the crowd. "Adam! Adam!" The other man ground to a halt, then leant casually against the side of the bridge, giving the impression he had never intended to run from Darius in the first place. His hair was long and mussed ‒ a great contrast to the Roman legion haircut he used to have. Darius tended to keep his hair short, as befit the modern holy man.
"It's Daniel right now," said Adam, who had been called Marcus when they first met. He held out a hand which Darius' clasped in the old way, forearm to forearm.
"Come with me to the cathedral?" Darius couldn't keep the question out of his voice. It had been several years after Marcus, sorry, Daniel's visit that Darius had first encountered Christianity and the tales of the Bible. He was fairly certain he knew the significance of an immortal renaming himself Adam after hearing of Methusaleh's death, but he wanted confirmation from the man himself. Curiosity had always been one of Darius' failings. "I have tea, and a chess set," Darius' offered, seeing that Daniel was wavering.
Les Temps can be read here.
As the World, which is the prequel to this, can be found here
Pairing: Gen with Methos & Darius
Length: 2,742
Author on LJ:
deralteAuthor Website: FFN profile; Ariana's website
Why this must be read: This nice little one shot, while a sequel to an earlier fic, can be read on its own.
deralte writes a lovely little friendship piece between Methos and Darius during Napoleonic France and after they had not seen each other for some time. A discussion about life, philosophy, religion and Death - all with little to no angst - as the two Immortals reconnect whilst playing chess. This fic provides a glimpse at a comfortable friendship that many fans like to imagine Darius and Methos had with each other. He was half way across the bridge when he sensed another immortal. It was old instinct that made him look behind first, and so he caught a glimpse of a familiar profile before it turned away. Darius hurried after him, pushing through the crowd. "Adam! Adam!" The other man ground to a halt, then leant casually against the side of the bridge, giving the impression he had never intended to run from Darius in the first place. His hair was long and mussed ‒ a great contrast to the Roman legion haircut he used to have. Darius tended to keep his hair short, as befit the modern holy man.
"It's Daniel right now," said Adam, who had been called Marcus when they first met. He held out a hand which Darius' clasped in the old way, forearm to forearm.
"Come with me to the cathedral?" Darius couldn't keep the question out of his voice. It had been several years after Marcus, sorry, Daniel's visit that Darius had first encountered Christianity and the tales of the Bible. He was fairly certain he knew the significance of an immortal renaming himself Adam after hearing of Methusaleh's death, but he wanted confirmation from the man himself. Curiosity had always been one of Darius' failings. "I have tea, and a chess set," Darius' offered, seeing that Daniel was wavering.
Les Temps can be read here.
As the World, which is the prequel to this, can be found here