Worries about the past ((closed RP, Methos, Oly))

[ancient_adam]

The immortal growled a curse, staring at the blank page of a journal. Was he avoiding the issue? Of course he was. She reminded him so much of MacLeod sometimes it made his chest ache. Honorable, honest to a fault, and as good and moral as the pure-fucking-driven-snow. Life was black and white, there were no shades of grey in their world.

Which

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[hopalongmcgurk]

I'm actually mildly disappointed when the owl turns out to be from Methos. Is it too much to hope that, oh, for instance, an insane but very pretty Norwegian boy could poke his head out of his love nest or whatever it is he's got going on and offer his favorite MILF a little sugar--or at least some strawberry bubble bath?

Apparently, it is.

I read the note, send the owl on its way, and regard Vernon, my pet eyeball with a resigned expression. "Well, I guess if I don't meddle in their lives, someone else will. Tell me if any hot Norwegians show up, OK?"

It is possibly a sign that I need to get out more that I am trying to have a normal conversation with an eyeball suspended in a jar.

Before I can dwell on the possible losing of my mind, I decide to hightail it to Ravenclaw. Because it sounds like someone needs a drink.

I arrive a few minutes later, a bit winded, and hoist myself into a stool at the bar, looking around to see if I can locate the immortal or at least something alcoholic, and not necessarily in that order.

[ancient_adam]

A drink was promptly slid across to Oly.

"Hope I didn't drag you away from anything important. But I'd better deal with this before a magically spiked beer sends everything into a goddamn tailspin." He inclined the bottle with a bitter smile.

[hopalongmcgurk]

Oh, this is going to be fun.

I take a sip of my drink, smiling gratefully as it goes down.

"What, exactly, are you afraid will come out?" I ask carefully. "You didn't fuck your sister, did you?" This is not, actually, an idle question.

[ancient_adam]

Methos barked a laugh. "Immortals have no kin, but I wish it could be that simple."

"I've lived a very long time and lived many different lives. They haven't all been good and I haven't always been what you would call a 'good person'." There's a particular weight to his words, an implication that he did a little more than cheat on his taxes or get a speeding ticket.

"If Brienne were to learn of it," he sighed. He could still see Duncan walking away, the anger and sense of betrayal in his eyes. "She wouldn't understand."