50 themes, 1 sentences each: Kronos
Title: Fifty Kronos Moments
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Kronos
Theme set: Gamma
Disclaimer: Not mine; might belong to Methos
Rating: Scary and on occasion gory
For the 1character community.
#01 - Snow
Trudging through, another step and then another, muscles stiff, sore and frozen, nothing to keep him alive but the fire within.
#02 - Child
He was a child, once, so long ago that he doesn't remember, or maybe he doesn't want to remember.
#03 - Brick
Solid like a brick wall, could stand any attack, but any brick wall has a weak spot, and he hates that about himself.
#04 - Judgment
Who better to judge, this man who once ruled - with his brothers - over the whole world, so he thinks, so he remembers, that's what it felt like at the time - and he judges this brother who fled, but most harshly, he judges himself.
#05 - Powder
Wonderful invention, black, sooty, and brings fire and metal together to create a quick, glorious death.
#06 - Grim
Not amused, but almost always with a smile on his face, however cold and menacing that smile may have been.
#07 - Trap
Trapped down in this stony cage, water up to his waist, scratching the walls until his fingers bled almost constantly, Kronos howled at the moon.
#08 - Star
This was his star, he was named after it as a tender child, he remembers a mother pointing to it; he watched it every night, taking comfort, but lives went by and one day his star was no longer there, and his name was long forgotten.
#09 - Possession
Possession, pure, unadulterated; what is his will never be touched by another, and it will never be cast aside.
#10 - Bandage
He bandaged the boy's wound, and marvelled once more at how frail mortals are.
#11 - Pearl
A single pearl, dissolved in vinegar, in a tiny goblet made of gold, an appetiser before the main course, and the main course was the queen.
#12 - Glass
People don't appreciate what they have, he thinks, standing by the window and looking out through the vast expanse of clear glass.
#13 - Classified
After a certain age, it would take an especially daft immortal to not notice the men and women following them, or to really think of the watchers as a secret society.
#14 - Buttons
He buttons down his shirt, the seemingly normal disguise of modern clothing parts to reveal ancient muscles, ancient scars, a history in flesh.
#15 - Closet
In his closet there's a leather jacket hanging, there are scuffed boots on the floor, there's his sword; and yes, there may be a skeleton, or two, or a thousand.
#16 - Ash
Covering the land where he rode through and torched every village, every hut, every man woman and child on the way.
#17 - Definition
Immortality should mean never having to die, Kronos thinks bitterly when the Highlander swings his sword.
#18 - Staircase
Kronos is on his way down and the familiar presence tells him another immortal is on his way up; he draws his sword, they face each other, something like heat prickles on the back of his neck like it always does before a fight, but then a door two floors up slams, and cheerful voices fill the empty staircase, echoing, putting a halt to the yet-unstarted bloodshed.
#19 - Nail
He walks just outside Jerusalem's old walls, kicking the dirt and thinking about the weather, when he finds it, the small, old, rusty remains of a nail; he picks it up, looks at it for a moment, shrugs, and tosses it aside.
#20 - Prey
You're either the predator or the prey, and Kronos knows which one he is and which one he'll never let himself be.
#21 - Backwards
Him running away, others chasing him - that was all wrong, that was all backwards, and not in the natural order of things.
#22 - Trouble
He didn't like trouble... at least, not to himself; he may have caused some to others.
#23 - Little
He was the runt of the litter, back in the day, but he grew strong, he grew big, and no one could ever again threaten the little child within.
#24 - Collar
He saw a modern-day slave; the collar, said the slave, is a sign of how my Master owns me, of how much I love, and Kronos thought about markings, about Methos, and he fingered his throat thoughtfully.
#25 - Circle
The search for their brothers started with his sword to Methos' throat, and now, both Silas and Caspian dead, Methos watched as MacLeod took his head, closing the circle.
#26 - Hands
Long and artistic fingers, gentle, soft skin, warrior calluses healing back to a scholar's clean palm, but Kronos still craves those hands, still wants them caressing his face, his body, still needing his brother's touch.
#27 - Freedom
As important as the power is the freedom, the freedom to do as he pleases, when he pleases, to whom he pleases, with no limitations, no boundaries, no restrictions whatsoever.
#28 - Last
He thought for eons that he was the last of them, but then news of Methos drifted his way, and the whole world tipped on its axis again.
#29 - Scab
Don't pick the scab or it will never heal, his mother said; but immortals heal so fast they never scab, not on the outside.
#30 - Crown
A crown of thorns or a crown of gold, a crown of bones and blood, yet another sign of being a leader, and this one's heavy on his head.
#31 - Time
I am the End of Time, he thinks, as Methos was and is the Beginning.
#32 - Rice
A bowl of rice each night, to quiet the hunger, pay for a day's work in the fields, and Kronos knows he cannot live this life for much longer.
#33 - Worn
Everyone gets tired some times, immortals just regenerate, bounce back after lying low and just resting from whatever they've been through that's worn them down.
#34 - Paint
Intricate design on his face, used to mean something, protection and curses and tribal warning signs, but it was so long ago he can't remember what it was.
#35 - Ache
For all the pain he's felt in his life, blades and fire and shotgun, it's this dull ache that lasts millennia, the one deep inside, that's really bothering him.
#36 - Cherry
Cherry blossom like white and pink snow on the ground, fruit succulent and red between Methos' long fingers, between Methos' lips, all so beautiful and all Kronos feels is that he's out of place in this picture.
#37 - Library
Old library, quiet save for the leaves rustling on the trees outside, and he sits by the table with a high pile of books and studies, carefully, for hours, learning all the things he never knew about history the way mortals remembered it, about the way their bodies work, and about how both can be combined to ail them best.
#38 - Win
He survives, like Methos, but unlike Methos, he does it by winning.
#39 - Loss
Of all the things he's lost - a home, a family, a nation, more money than he can count, more lovers than he can remember - it's the sense of closeness that he misses most, the sense of his brother riding by his side.
#40 - Fold
He folds the white fabric meticulously, thinking of the man who left it behind, and then places it in the corner of his tent, rests his head on it, inhaling the scent for hours before night falls.
#41 - Music
It has power, over him, over the masses, and he can't understand that power, and he can't control it, and it irritates him.
#42 - Bell
A bell rings loud and jarring, and dozens of children burst out of the school, a river of innocent, bright-faced youth; Kronos looks on, thoughtful, lost in memories and in plans.
#43 - Sleep
Evil never sleeps, and the devil does not shut his eye, Kronos thinks, turning over in his bed and pulling the blanket over his shoulder, preparing for the night.
#44 - Contact
A simple human touch, uncomplicated, unburdened, warm, something to get him through long, lonely years.
#45 - Electricity
The quickening lances through him, lashes again and again with unbearable force, electricity and another man's memories flicker behind his eyes, and he screams wordlessly to the lightning and the thunder.
#46 - Milk
Milk from a mother's breast on his sword, mingled with her blood and with the blood of her newborn child.
#47 - Wild
Untamed like an animal, unbound by modern society, and as feral as only a man who had everything, and doesn't anymore, can be.
#48 - Expectation
When he finds Methos again, the man will have no choice but to acknowledge the error of his ways, acknowledge what they were and what they can be, will be, again.
#49 - Mechanism
What he kept up his sleeve, what he never told Methos about, was the small time-suspended mechanism he hid in a busy part of the city, set to explode and spread its toxic contents at a certain date in the future, regardless of his presence.
#50 - Finale
As the quickening surged, entwining between the two immortals, Kronos opened his eyes to see his brother surrounded by light, and he smiled, and was finally at peace.
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Kronos
Theme set: Gamma
Disclaimer: Not mine; might belong to Methos
Rating: Scary and on occasion gory
For the 1character community.
#01 - Snow
Trudging through, another step and then another, muscles stiff, sore and frozen, nothing to keep him alive but the fire within.
#02 - Child
He was a child, once, so long ago that he doesn't remember, or maybe he doesn't want to remember.
#03 - Brick
Solid like a brick wall, could stand any attack, but any brick wall has a weak spot, and he hates that about himself.
#04 - Judgment
Who better to judge, this man who once ruled - with his brothers - over the whole world, so he thinks, so he remembers, that's what it felt like at the time - and he judges this brother who fled, but most harshly, he judges himself.
#05 - Powder
Wonderful invention, black, sooty, and brings fire and metal together to create a quick, glorious death.
#06 - Grim
Not amused, but almost always with a smile on his face, however cold and menacing that smile may have been.
#07 - Trap
Trapped down in this stony cage, water up to his waist, scratching the walls until his fingers bled almost constantly, Kronos howled at the moon.
#08 - Star
This was his star, he was named after it as a tender child, he remembers a mother pointing to it; he watched it every night, taking comfort, but lives went by and one day his star was no longer there, and his name was long forgotten.
#09 - Possession
Possession, pure, unadulterated; what is his will never be touched by another, and it will never be cast aside.
#10 - Bandage
He bandaged the boy's wound, and marvelled once more at how frail mortals are.
#11 - Pearl
A single pearl, dissolved in vinegar, in a tiny goblet made of gold, an appetiser before the main course, and the main course was the queen.
#12 - Glass
People don't appreciate what they have, he thinks, standing by the window and looking out through the vast expanse of clear glass.
#13 - Classified
After a certain age, it would take an especially daft immortal to not notice the men and women following them, or to really think of the watchers as a secret society.
#14 - Buttons
He buttons down his shirt, the seemingly normal disguise of modern clothing parts to reveal ancient muscles, ancient scars, a history in flesh.
#15 - Closet
In his closet there's a leather jacket hanging, there are scuffed boots on the floor, there's his sword; and yes, there may be a skeleton, or two, or a thousand.
#16 - Ash
Covering the land where he rode through and torched every village, every hut, every man woman and child on the way.
#17 - Definition
Immortality should mean never having to die, Kronos thinks bitterly when the Highlander swings his sword.
#18 - Staircase
Kronos is on his way down and the familiar presence tells him another immortal is on his way up; he draws his sword, they face each other, something like heat prickles on the back of his neck like it always does before a fight, but then a door two floors up slams, and cheerful voices fill the empty staircase, echoing, putting a halt to the yet-unstarted bloodshed.
#19 - Nail
He walks just outside Jerusalem's old walls, kicking the dirt and thinking about the weather, when he finds it, the small, old, rusty remains of a nail; he picks it up, looks at it for a moment, shrugs, and tosses it aside.
#20 - Prey
You're either the predator or the prey, and Kronos knows which one he is and which one he'll never let himself be.
#21 - Backwards
Him running away, others chasing him - that was all wrong, that was all backwards, and not in the natural order of things.
#22 - Trouble
He didn't like trouble... at least, not to himself; he may have caused some to others.
#23 - Little
He was the runt of the litter, back in the day, but he grew strong, he grew big, and no one could ever again threaten the little child within.
#24 - Collar
He saw a modern-day slave; the collar, said the slave, is a sign of how my Master owns me, of how much I love, and Kronos thought about markings, about Methos, and he fingered his throat thoughtfully.
#25 - Circle
The search for their brothers started with his sword to Methos' throat, and now, both Silas and Caspian dead, Methos watched as MacLeod took his head, closing the circle.
#26 - Hands
Long and artistic fingers, gentle, soft skin, warrior calluses healing back to a scholar's clean palm, but Kronos still craves those hands, still wants them caressing his face, his body, still needing his brother's touch.
#27 - Freedom
As important as the power is the freedom, the freedom to do as he pleases, when he pleases, to whom he pleases, with no limitations, no boundaries, no restrictions whatsoever.
#28 - Last
He thought for eons that he was the last of them, but then news of Methos drifted his way, and the whole world tipped on its axis again.
#29 - Scab
Don't pick the scab or it will never heal, his mother said; but immortals heal so fast they never scab, not on the outside.
#30 - Crown
A crown of thorns or a crown of gold, a crown of bones and blood, yet another sign of being a leader, and this one's heavy on his head.
#31 - Time
I am the End of Time, he thinks, as Methos was and is the Beginning.
#32 - Rice
A bowl of rice each night, to quiet the hunger, pay for a day's work in the fields, and Kronos knows he cannot live this life for much longer.
#33 - Worn
Everyone gets tired some times, immortals just regenerate, bounce back after lying low and just resting from whatever they've been through that's worn them down.
#34 - Paint
Intricate design on his face, used to mean something, protection and curses and tribal warning signs, but it was so long ago he can't remember what it was.
#35 - Ache
For all the pain he's felt in his life, blades and fire and shotgun, it's this dull ache that lasts millennia, the one deep inside, that's really bothering him.
#36 - Cherry
Cherry blossom like white and pink snow on the ground, fruit succulent and red between Methos' long fingers, between Methos' lips, all so beautiful and all Kronos feels is that he's out of place in this picture.
#37 - Library
Old library, quiet save for the leaves rustling on the trees outside, and he sits by the table with a high pile of books and studies, carefully, for hours, learning all the things he never knew about history the way mortals remembered it, about the way their bodies work, and about how both can be combined to ail them best.
#38 - Win
He survives, like Methos, but unlike Methos, he does it by winning.
#39 - Loss
Of all the things he's lost - a home, a family, a nation, more money than he can count, more lovers than he can remember - it's the sense of closeness that he misses most, the sense of his brother riding by his side.
#40 - Fold
He folds the white fabric meticulously, thinking of the man who left it behind, and then places it in the corner of his tent, rests his head on it, inhaling the scent for hours before night falls.
#41 - Music
It has power, over him, over the masses, and he can't understand that power, and he can't control it, and it irritates him.
#42 - Bell
A bell rings loud and jarring, and dozens of children burst out of the school, a river of innocent, bright-faced youth; Kronos looks on, thoughtful, lost in memories and in plans.
#43 - Sleep
Evil never sleeps, and the devil does not shut his eye, Kronos thinks, turning over in his bed and pulling the blanket over his shoulder, preparing for the night.
#44 - Contact
A simple human touch, uncomplicated, unburdened, warm, something to get him through long, lonely years.
#45 - Electricity
The quickening lances through him, lashes again and again with unbearable force, electricity and another man's memories flicker behind his eyes, and he screams wordlessly to the lightning and the thunder.
#46 - Milk
Milk from a mother's breast on his sword, mingled with her blood and with the blood of her newborn child.
#47 - Wild
Untamed like an animal, unbound by modern society, and as feral as only a man who had everything, and doesn't anymore, can be.
#48 - Expectation
When he finds Methos again, the man will have no choice but to acknowledge the error of his ways, acknowledge what they were and what they can be, will be, again.
#49 - Mechanism
What he kept up his sleeve, what he never told Methos about, was the small time-suspended mechanism he hid in a busy part of the city, set to explode and spread its toxic contents at a certain date in the future, regardless of his presence.
#50 - Finale
As the quickening surged, entwining between the two immortals, Kronos opened his eyes to see his brother surrounded by light, and he smiled, and was finally at peace.