Highlander drabbles
Title: ritual, and a grief
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic; mentions of character death
Pairings: could be implied Methos/Duncan
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 65
Point of view: third
Prompt: Curling iron
Notes: written before I saw any of season 6, so either future!fic or AU
The day they bury Joe, Duncan sits in one of his kitchen chairs and hands Methos a pair of scissors.
"All of it," he says.
Carefully and gently, with one caress to the back of Duncan's head, where his skull meets his throat, Methos begins cutting Duncan's hair. As he works, Methos hums a lament older than religion and neither of them mentions the tears.
Title: endless
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 45
Point of view: third
Prompt: yearbook
There is no yearbook in the world that should rightfully contain a picture of Methos. Even the colleges he's attended have no photographs of him. Every time he's published, someone else's face adorns the author's page.
It's a tiresome game, but so much of immortality is.
Title: story time
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: some mocking of Greek mythology
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: first
Prompt: Labyrinth
Theseus was a fool. But then, so were many of the so-called and self-claimed heroes. That's why they died long ago while I survive.
Oh, don't give me that look, MacLeod. You asked for a story.
As I was saying-thanks, Joe, I'd like a beer-Theseus was a fool. He'd've never gotten out of that maze without a healthy dose of help, and forget killing a monster. Takes so much more than brute strength.
Luckily for him-and Athens-I was there. Been tossed in to feed Asterius a few days before the annual sacrifice. Minos had no sense of humor, believe you me.
Anyway, Theseus was a fool. He only succeeded as a king because I hung around so long offering sage advice. Voice of the gods, I was. And what he'd do the moment I left? Went and kidnapped a princess, that's what!
Bloody fool.
Title: of kings the last, for of his reign shall be no end
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: blasphemy? broad-scope timeline?
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt: scrapbook
Methos has journals written in languages that had no names and caches hidden across the world that historians and would archeologists would kill to see. He remembers days before civilization, when gods walked the Earth and magic changed the landscape. He was alive when mammoths migrated and survived a flood that destroyed almost all life.
He says five thousand years because it is simple. For the watchers and immortals, it is believable-myths speak of long ago, and he is a myth. A flood and a garden, in so many legends, and he was before both. He knew the world then, and he remembers, and he knows why so few ancients made it to this civilized day. How do you reconcile existing before God, any god?
But Methos is a survivor. He adapts. He remembers the cold and the giants, and he sometimes dreams of the great and terrible lizards that used to rule the world, and he wonders, waking with a shudder, just what he is. What he has been. What he has yet to be.
The children play their Game of lightning and blood, and the oldest living creature watches the sun, thinking for a moment that he might outlast even it.
But that is surely only a passing fancy, and he turns from the window to grab his current journal. He'll write in Atlantian today.