Welcome winter, waning season....
Blessed Samhain to those of us for whom this is the beginning of a New Year, and Happy Halloween for those who celebrate that feast, in what ever manner pleases.
Happy Birthday to
cvillette,
erastes, and upcoming happies to
spoke and
a1cmustangpilot!
And in honor of the season and preparation for
mini_nanowrimo I present:
An All-Hallows Eve drabble:
When Methos threatened to dress as Death for Hallowe'en, Duncan began to look perturbed until Amanda laughed and asked "Which one? Gaiman's? Pratchett's? Peter Death Bredon Wimsey?" Mac was successfully diverted -- indeed the conversation soon devolved into naming as many different 'Deaths' as possible, getting steadily more outrageous: "Death of Microbes" indeed.
But at the end of the evening, candy dispensed, beer drunk and Amanda having cajoled Mac out for a dance, Methos stood at the thoroughly modern sink in his thoroughly modern bathroom tracing a line on his face he needed no mirror to find.
Death cast no reflection.
[100 words exactly]