50 themes, 1 sentences each: Methos
Title: Methos In Fifty Lines
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Methos
Theme set: Delta
Disclaimer: Not mine; I hear PW has rights
Rating: Probably same as show
For the 1character community.
#01 - Blend
Blending into the background is an art, and one he's perfected over countless years.
#02 - Stain
Stains of blood can be easily cleaned in cold water if caught in time, less easily scrubbed with certain chemicals if left to congeal and dry, and almost impossible to wipe from one's memory.
#03 - Island
Sometimes he just wants to stay on a remote island, away from this world's stresses and peoples, away from the change of the times.
#04 - Apple
An apple a day, he thinks, biting into the sweet-sour green fruit, keeps the doctor away, especially if aimed well.
#05 - Paper
A marvellous invention, which made it possible to carry his memoirs around without having to bring five donkeys and ten slaves along.
#06 - Relax
Relax, smile wide, lean back, or better yet - sprawl all over the cushions, have a drink, have a bite, and don't let this nonsense about the game get to you - that's the secret to a long, successful life.
#07 - Leaves
It's what he does; sometimes the tension gets to be too much, eternity begins to seem frightening, and he just ups and disappears.
#08 - Proof
Sometimes he's asked for proof, to show he really was where he says he was, really knew the people he so casually namedrops, but really, Methos says, his word should be enough.
#09 - Ugly
Beauty changes with the times, with the eyes of each beholder, but some things will always be ugly to him because of what they represent, because of what they once were, or because of who he was when he first saw them.
#10 - Book
He loves to read, loves to write, seen the first book in the world and helped editing.
#11 - Brood
He had his share of brooding and worrying several centuries ago, and Methos thinks he's exempt for at least another millennium.
#12 - Mesh
Fishnet stockings, borrowed from Amanda - and a big white sweater over them - if only to see the look on MacLeod's face.
#13 - Soft
Clothes today are softer, bed linen, beds, foods today are softer, and MacLeod's hair under his hands is soft, wavy and short.
#14 - Shelf
Books on his shelf, and a small statue of what he tells people is a replica of an old fertility goddess.
#15 - Alone
Not such a bad state to be, after all; he's been with and he's been without, and Methos finds that his own company involves the least complications.
#16 - Fall
His words could wound, if he used them wisely, and he could see them twisting into MacLeod's heart, could see the hurt in the man's eyes, could see the exact moment he fell from grace.
#17 - Knot
Like a lump in his tight throat, unable to swallow, unable to breathe, this family that ties him together, this four-sided knot.
#18 - Crowd
Easier to disappear in a swarm of people, easier to blend in, be just another guy, just another face in the crowd.
#19 - Denial
"It wasn't me, I'm not the one, I wasn't there, it wasn't me."
#20 - Train
Train's leaving the station behind, leaving a life behind, and Methos looks through the window, not back but ahead.
#21 - Fur
Soft under his skin, keeping him warm at night, comforting, and vaguely smelling of dead animal.
#22 - Chrome
The shiny chrome of a small gun, versus the dull bronze of an ancient sword - there was no comparison.
#23 - Heart
If he was the mind of the Horsemen, Kronos was the heart, and he knows for sure that when he left, he broke it.
#24 - Intention
He had the best intentions, always, to try and make himself the best life he could.
#25 - Push
He pushes just a little more, and just a little more, and sometimes very suddenly, just to see how far he can push, how far before he's gone too far.
#26 - Look
The first look he gets of a man tells him little of what future they may hold together, but the last look often sums it up perfectly.
#27 - Weight
He expected the weight to be lifted off his shoulders once the Horsemen were gone, but instead he found new weight, new worries, new guilt burdening him.
#28 - Spider
He stands before his enemy, fearsome with his rolled newspaper, and mutters, "there can be only one," before squashing the insect to death.
#29 - Robe
His bathrobe sometimes amuses him, the long white fluffy hooded terrycloth garment reminding him of old-fashioned outfits, old-fashioned styles.
#30 - Umbrella
When she died, it rained; he stood by her grave and let the rain fall on his bare head, soaking his hair, and refused the black umbrella that was wordlessly offered to him.
#31 - Surface
Funny how what you see on the surface tells you so little about what you might find buried in the depths.
#32 - Idea
It was just an idea, something tossed into the conversation in half-jest, he never really expected glam rock to catch on like it did.
#33 - Diamond
He found one large diamond when he worked in the mines, was shot trying to smuggle it out, returned in the night to take it and scared them half to death.
#34 - Blind
They took his eyes, because they wanted their wise man blind; he gave them just the wrong advice to get them all killed in battle, get all the women and children enslaved, and then hid in the woods until he could see again.
#35 - Flow
Plan, plan B, contingency plan, manipulation and yet another plan, but in the end he just goes with the flow, lets the situations shape him around them so he can slip free.
#36 - Movement
It's the slightest movement he caught from the corner of his eye that alerted him someone was there, someone was watching from the shadows.
#37 - More
There's more to him than meets the eye, more to him than the mind can dare to explore.
#38 - Honey
Honey beer was not quite like mead, but it was a good try, and a good idea, and Methos approved wholeheartedly.
#39 - Weather
Global warming my arse, he rants to himself, pulling his coat tighter around his shivering frame, struggling against the snow that the wind keeps throwing into his face as he hurries down the street.
#40 - Blue
He paints himself blue, a remanence of an old tradition, a homage to an old god, older than he can remember. [*Point to Illyria]
#41 - Double
Double or nothing, or double that, it's always been this way with Kronos, upping the stakes, playing a dangerous game on higher gains and higher risks, but somehow Methos has always known he'd come up on top.
#42 - Braid
He takes simple pleasure in arranging and rearranging MacLeod's hair, sorting it in various fashions, letting his long fingers caress the man's head with no menace, nothing but tenderness in his heart.
#43 - Thread
A loose thread came off one of his favourite sweaters, and he knew that soon, again, something he loves will have to go the way of all flesh and all other material, and decay.
#44 - Angles
Everything has endless angles, endless ways to see it, or to change it, to live it, or to die.
#45 - Daydream
Methos fell asleep amid the flowers, for a couple of hours, on a beautiful day, and let his mind wander into wondrous place where he, after all, is the only one.
#46 - Nightmare
He was the nightmare that kept them away at night, but also himself, waking with a scream from a memory of what he'd done.
#47 - Honour
Just a word, devoid of meaning, not half as important as life, as survival, and still, time and again, he finds himself fascinated with the concept, admiring it from afar.
#48 - Palm
He had his brother eating from the palm of his hand, but experience taught him that wild horses bite.
#49 - Screen
What is hidden behind the intricate, ornate cherry wood partition, what is hidden behind unreadable eyes, the mystery that fascinates women, that men lust after.
#50 - Warmth
In the end, what does every creature want, except warmth, human warmth, the affection of one of his kind?
Fandom: Highlander
Character: Methos
Theme set: Delta
Disclaimer: Not mine; I hear PW has rights
Rating: Probably same as show
For the 1character community.
#01 - Blend
Blending into the background is an art, and one he's perfected over countless years.
#02 - Stain
Stains of blood can be easily cleaned in cold water if caught in time, less easily scrubbed with certain chemicals if left to congeal and dry, and almost impossible to wipe from one's memory.
#03 - Island
Sometimes he just wants to stay on a remote island, away from this world's stresses and peoples, away from the change of the times.
#04 - Apple
An apple a day, he thinks, biting into the sweet-sour green fruit, keeps the doctor away, especially if aimed well.
#05 - Paper
A marvellous invention, which made it possible to carry his memoirs around without having to bring five donkeys and ten slaves along.
#06 - Relax
Relax, smile wide, lean back, or better yet - sprawl all over the cushions, have a drink, have a bite, and don't let this nonsense about the game get to you - that's the secret to a long, successful life.
#07 - Leaves
It's what he does; sometimes the tension gets to be too much, eternity begins to seem frightening, and he just ups and disappears.
#08 - Proof
Sometimes he's asked for proof, to show he really was where he says he was, really knew the people he so casually namedrops, but really, Methos says, his word should be enough.
#09 - Ugly
Beauty changes with the times, with the eyes of each beholder, but some things will always be ugly to him because of what they represent, because of what they once were, or because of who he was when he first saw them.
#10 - Book
He loves to read, loves to write, seen the first book in the world and helped editing.
#11 - Brood
He had his share of brooding and worrying several centuries ago, and Methos thinks he's exempt for at least another millennium.
#12 - Mesh
Fishnet stockings, borrowed from Amanda - and a big white sweater over them - if only to see the look on MacLeod's face.
#13 - Soft
Clothes today are softer, bed linen, beds, foods today are softer, and MacLeod's hair under his hands is soft, wavy and short.
#14 - Shelf
Books on his shelf, and a small statue of what he tells people is a replica of an old fertility goddess.
#15 - Alone
Not such a bad state to be, after all; he's been with and he's been without, and Methos finds that his own company involves the least complications.
#16 - Fall
His words could wound, if he used them wisely, and he could see them twisting into MacLeod's heart, could see the hurt in the man's eyes, could see the exact moment he fell from grace.
#17 - Knot
Like a lump in his tight throat, unable to swallow, unable to breathe, this family that ties him together, this four-sided knot.
#18 - Crowd
Easier to disappear in a swarm of people, easier to blend in, be just another guy, just another face in the crowd.
#19 - Denial
"It wasn't me, I'm not the one, I wasn't there, it wasn't me."
#20 - Train
Train's leaving the station behind, leaving a life behind, and Methos looks through the window, not back but ahead.
#21 - Fur
Soft under his skin, keeping him warm at night, comforting, and vaguely smelling of dead animal.
#22 - Chrome
The shiny chrome of a small gun, versus the dull bronze of an ancient sword - there was no comparison.
#23 - Heart
If he was the mind of the Horsemen, Kronos was the heart, and he knows for sure that when he left, he broke it.
#24 - Intention
He had the best intentions, always, to try and make himself the best life he could.
#25 - Push
He pushes just a little more, and just a little more, and sometimes very suddenly, just to see how far he can push, how far before he's gone too far.
#26 - Look
The first look he gets of a man tells him little of what future they may hold together, but the last look often sums it up perfectly.
#27 - Weight
He expected the weight to be lifted off his shoulders once the Horsemen were gone, but instead he found new weight, new worries, new guilt burdening him.
#28 - Spider
He stands before his enemy, fearsome with his rolled newspaper, and mutters, "there can be only one," before squashing the insect to death.
#29 - Robe
His bathrobe sometimes amuses him, the long white fluffy hooded terrycloth garment reminding him of old-fashioned outfits, old-fashioned styles.
#30 - Umbrella
When she died, it rained; he stood by her grave and let the rain fall on his bare head, soaking his hair, and refused the black umbrella that was wordlessly offered to him.
#31 - Surface
Funny how what you see on the surface tells you so little about what you might find buried in the depths.
#32 - Idea
It was just an idea, something tossed into the conversation in half-jest, he never really expected glam rock to catch on like it did.
#33 - Diamond
He found one large diamond when he worked in the mines, was shot trying to smuggle it out, returned in the night to take it and scared them half to death.
#34 - Blind
They took his eyes, because they wanted their wise man blind; he gave them just the wrong advice to get them all killed in battle, get all the women and children enslaved, and then hid in the woods until he could see again.
#35 - Flow
Plan, plan B, contingency plan, manipulation and yet another plan, but in the end he just goes with the flow, lets the situations shape him around them so he can slip free.
#36 - Movement
It's the slightest movement he caught from the corner of his eye that alerted him someone was there, someone was watching from the shadows.
#37 - More
There's more to him than meets the eye, more to him than the mind can dare to explore.
#38 - Honey
Honey beer was not quite like mead, but it was a good try, and a good idea, and Methos approved wholeheartedly.
#39 - Weather
Global warming my arse, he rants to himself, pulling his coat tighter around his shivering frame, struggling against the snow that the wind keeps throwing into his face as he hurries down the street.
#40 - Blue
He paints himself blue, a remanence of an old tradition, a homage to an old god, older than he can remember. [*Point to Illyria]
#41 - Double
Double or nothing, or double that, it's always been this way with Kronos, upping the stakes, playing a dangerous game on higher gains and higher risks, but somehow Methos has always known he'd come up on top.
#42 - Braid
He takes simple pleasure in arranging and rearranging MacLeod's hair, sorting it in various fashions, letting his long fingers caress the man's head with no menace, nothing but tenderness in his heart.
#43 - Thread
A loose thread came off one of his favourite sweaters, and he knew that soon, again, something he loves will have to go the way of all flesh and all other material, and decay.
#44 - Angles
Everything has endless angles, endless ways to see it, or to change it, to live it, or to die.
#45 - Daydream
Methos fell asleep amid the flowers, for a couple of hours, on a beautiful day, and let his mind wander into wondrous place where he, after all, is the only one.
#46 - Nightmare
He was the nightmare that kept them away at night, but also himself, waking with a scream from a memory of what he'd done.
#47 - Honour
Just a word, devoid of meaning, not half as important as life, as survival, and still, time and again, he finds himself fascinated with the concept, admiring it from afar.
#48 - Palm
He had his brother eating from the palm of his hand, but experience taught him that wild horses bite.
#49 - Screen
What is hidden behind the intricate, ornate cherry wood partition, what is hidden behind unreadable eyes, the mystery that fascinates women, that men lust after.
#50 - Warmth
In the end, what does every creature want, except warmth, human warmth, the affection of one of his kind?