Birthdays and New Years ((Methos, open RP))
Methos wasn't sure when he had decided to start marking his birthdays on the new year. It may have been in Rome, or while he was living in Athens, he couldn't remember exactly; but it made it easier to count the years as they passed.
Today he turned five thousand two hundred and fifty seven.. or so.
It had been a supremely strange year, and given his age, that was saying something. He had gone on wild drinking binges with angels, met old friends he had thought long dead, and learned magic.
The immortal wasn't in much of a celebrating mood, so he headed out to walk near the Forbidden Forest. In a leather bag slung over his shoulder was a six pack of beer, a bottle of scotch and a bottle of old honeyed mead he begged off a house elf. He'd drink, toast in the new year, and another year past.
Today he turned five thousand two hundred and fifty seven.. or so.
It had been a supremely strange year, and given his age, that was saying something. He had gone on wild drinking binges with angels, met old friends he had thought long dead, and learned magic.
The immortal wasn't in much of a celebrating mood, so he headed out to walk near the Forbidden Forest. In a leather bag slung over his shoulder was a six pack of beer, a bottle of scotch and a bottle of old honeyed mead he begged off a house elf. He'd drink, toast in the new year, and another year past.