Theme-Snow: Lost in the Loving: Coming Home by Carson Kearns
Title: Lost in the Loving: Coming Home
Author: Carson Kearns
Pairing: D/M
lj: none
website: Lost in the Loving
Why you should read this: Well, this is really a stretch to fit it into the snow theme. But in chapter 9 there's a flashback to a scene of Duncan and Methos in the park in the snow. And I still think of that when it snows. Why yes, I am a fan girl.
The Lost in the Loving series is so beautiful. And the universe is so full. I love all the stories in this universe. But this was the first one I read when Carson was posting it chapter by chapter. I fell in love. With the story, the relationship as she writes it, with Duncan, with Methos. And even though it’s been ages since I read it, maybe there is someone somewhere who hasn’t read it yet.
They’d had a fight (again) and Duncan had disappeared for two days (again). He’d gone to the Luxembourg Gardens and was sitting on a lone bench, freezing, when he’d felt Methos coming. They just sat, neither talking. Just sat next to each other, as if they had become part of the garden’s wooden and marble fixtures.
Finally Methos had taken the Scot’s hand and pulled him up and walked a few paces before pushing Duncan against the strong snow covered trunk of a large tree where he’d given him a kiss of such longing that Duncan had felt warm, moist air being breathed into his lungs. Finally, he pulled back from Methos, still saying nothing - as if it was the most normal thing in the world to come across a man sitting alone on a snow covered garden bench in the middle of Paris and to then sit beside him for hours while the snow lightly fell and then to set him on fire with the white hot fire of his kiss.
As they turned to leave, together, Duncan remembered how he’d leaned forward and whispered across the surface of Methos’ ear….”I’m sorry.”
Methos had said nothing - just reached up and stroked his cheek with the backs of his fingers….such sadness in his eyes, - as if he knew that this couldn’t last……and of course it hadn’t. He remembered thinking, as they walked out of the snow shrouded garden, about how he was cursed. Cursed.
Lost in the Loving: Coming Home
Carson also refers to this in one of the musings from Duncan’s perspective Lost in the Loving Musing: Dancing with Razors
Author: Carson Kearns
Pairing: D/M
lj: none
website: Lost in the Loving
Why you should read this: Well, this is really a stretch to fit it into the snow theme. But in chapter 9 there's a flashback to a scene of Duncan and Methos in the park in the snow. And I still think of that when it snows. Why yes, I am a fan girl.
The Lost in the Loving series is so beautiful. And the universe is so full. I love all the stories in this universe. But this was the first one I read when Carson was posting it chapter by chapter. I fell in love. With the story, the relationship as she writes it, with Duncan, with Methos. And even though it’s been ages since I read it, maybe there is someone somewhere who hasn’t read it yet.
They’d had a fight (again) and Duncan had disappeared for two days (again). He’d gone to the Luxembourg Gardens and was sitting on a lone bench, freezing, when he’d felt Methos coming. They just sat, neither talking. Just sat next to each other, as if they had become part of the garden’s wooden and marble fixtures.
Finally Methos had taken the Scot’s hand and pulled him up and walked a few paces before pushing Duncan against the strong snow covered trunk of a large tree where he’d given him a kiss of such longing that Duncan had felt warm, moist air being breathed into his lungs. Finally, he pulled back from Methos, still saying nothing - as if it was the most normal thing in the world to come across a man sitting alone on a snow covered garden bench in the middle of Paris and to then sit beside him for hours while the snow lightly fell and then to set him on fire with the white hot fire of his kiss.
As they turned to leave, together, Duncan remembered how he’d leaned forward and whispered across the surface of Methos’ ear….”I’m sorry.”
Methos had said nothing - just reached up and stroked his cheek with the backs of his fingers….such sadness in his eyes, - as if he knew that this couldn’t last……and of course it hadn’t. He remembered thinking, as they walked out of the snow shrouded garden, about how he was cursed. Cursed.
Lost in the Loving: Coming Home
Carson also refers to this in one of the musings from Duncan’s perspective Lost in the Loving Musing: Dancing with Razors